CIRI: THE LOST TRIBRID PRINCESS

SHELBURNE, VERMONT Cirilla's point of view Firmly, I adjusted the black boxing bag gloves around my wrists. I get my stance right by standing with my feet at shoulder-width apart and my front foot facing the punching bag. I do not hesitate in unloading my punches, making sure I throw powerful and snappy punches at the punching bag. I plant my feet firmly when throwing the punches and when I'm not throwing punches I move around on my toes. My breathing laboured. I've been at this for probably an hour or maybe more. I can't exactly tell. Suddenly, I'm getting bored by the exercise. It would have been a little more fun if I was sparring against an opponent. Now that would be entertaining. I absconded the boxing bag gloves. My long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut closed. I inhaled deeply and calmly. And as usual, my subconscious formed a well built and sturdy figure. It looked virile and manly. He wore black l

BEAVERTON, OREGON Cirilla's point of view I hum to the rhythm of the music playing loudly in my ears, trying to get distracted by the music and my drawing. Even though my efforts have been futile. The recent days have been unpleasant for me, coupling with the weird and bothersome dreams, more like nightmares I've been having. Flashes of nonhuman creatures hounding me. At first I thought it was just a dream, but now I'm not certain of that anymore. I'm starting to rethink that theory, I feel like it's more than a mere dream, like they are missing pieces from my memory. But that's impossible, maybe I'm just being paranoid with the fact that I still can't remember what happened the other night. I placed the black colored pencil on the bed, gripping the yellow colored pencil, bringing it to the sketchbook. I skillfully mixed it with a shade of orange, after a while I was done. Pulling it up, I stare intently at the image I had drawn. It was a picture of a figure. A m

BEAVERTON, OREGON Cirilla's point of view The sharp sounds of heavy thud echoed in my ears, my heartbeat skyrocketed. A wave of fear and panic crippling my insides and my breathing came out short and fast. I felt my body tremble, sharp pains building in my insides, the frightful image of blazing red eyes crept in my mind, making me jerk up from my bed. The beeping of my alarm clock startling me. I turned it off, and glanced around my room, heaving a tired sigh of relief. It was only a dream. I breathed loudly, calming my nerves. Warm rays of the sun wandering in and instantly warming me up. It was only a dream, I repeated calmly, releasing another sigh. Rubbing my palm against my face, I leaned into it, getting a grip of myself as everything flashed through. I remembered it vividly. Almost as if it was real. So real. The insane fear. The sharp piercing at the side of my stomach and the loud growlings of those beasts. And then the nonhuman figure that burne

CARSON CITY, NEVADA (The Wiscon Palace) Davina's point of view I was seated next to Cyrene delicate figure, watching her as she slept peacefully, while I gently stroke her gray-white hair with her head firmly resting on my lap. She looked so calm, and at peace. There was a special kind of tranquility that fell on her. I brushed back the gray locks of hair that fell on her face. It was unbelievable how time flew so fast, how fast the years has changed everyone. It affected everyone so badly, and Cyrene was not left aside. Being a witch who was gifted with the ability to foretell the future, she had it as worse as anyone of us. My fingers brushed the freckles on her cheeks, she didn't even as much stir, the spell I had cast on her drifted her to deep slumber. She needed it badly. The tender skin around her eyes as usual had dark circles, one formed overtime from stress and from the constant use of her powers. But Cyrene still looked the same exactly

Cirilla's point of view I woke up earlier than usual the next day. Frankly I couldn't sleep. The thoughts of the stranger at the alley kept me awake through out the night. I can't stop thinking about him. And the unspeakable chemistry between us was undeniable. I groaned into my pillow. Unable to decide yet if I should take him up on his date or not. I dug my head into the soft pillow, recollecting everything that happened last night. Weirdly, I loved the pull that existed between us. I wouldn't mind experiencing it again. What could probably go wrong? I guess I had just decided. I'm going on a date. I raced to my closet in search of something nice to wear. I realized I'm in a conflict between jeans and a cropped shirt. and a short dress. I didn't want to dress less or too much. Quickly I grabbed my phone, texting Lyra who's much capable of managing this crisis. 'I've got a date. Don't know what to wear' I entered the send button, perching on the edge of the bed. In