Romans & histoires Violet Evergarden

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Shawn employed additional security guards to prevent her from escaping, and she was not allowed to leave the compound. Violet's days were spent in isolation, with no friends to play with, except for the household staff who attended to her needs. Guards followed her everywhere, even to the garden, which was her favorite place in the house. The garden was a tranquil oasis, filled with vibrant flowers that Violet lovingly watered every day. The gardener had initially tried to stop Violet from watering the flowers, fearing that Shawn would be angry. However, Violet had refused to listen, and Shawn had eventually instructed the gardener to let her do as she pleased.

And Violet watched. She leaned against the workbench, a clipboard dangling from her fingers, her own grease-stained coveralls unzipped to the sternum, showing the tight black tank top beneath. Her hair, a dark auburn mane, was tied up in a messy knot, tendrils escaping to curl against her neck. She took a slow sip from her coffee mug, the liquid bitter and cold. “Hudson,” she called out, her voice not loud but clear, cutting through the garage’s din.

Nyxara and Mirelda, consumed by their own hunt, never noticed. Far from the clearing, in the safety of her dimly lit cottage, Violet sat hunched over a spellbook, candles flickering as she traced a protection circle on the table. Her brow furrowed at a sudden tingle, a prickle that climbed the back of her neck. The candle flames wavered violently. “...What is this?” she whispered, sitting up. The air around her shimmered as the silver thread appeared, weaving into her circle and coiling around her hand. Images struck her mind like lightning—Rhea’s terrified face, the Watcher’s hulking shadow, the sisters’ glowing eyes. Violet gasped, clutching her chest.

The gentle morning sun shone on Violet, who was standing in the back garden facing the roses in front of her with scissors in her hands. She stood like a statue. Her gaze was blank, with dark circles around her eyes. Her body was here, but she left her soul and mind in that beautiful lake.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

Hearing Basil mention her name, Violet also quickly stood up and greeted everyone, she awkwardly said: - Hello.. hello everyone. I'm Violet Joan, people just call me Violet. Looking forward to all the helpers. Basil saw Violet greeting everyone, and was also very satisfied, he directly said to the butler Fotune: - Butler Fotune, please arrange a job for Violet. I'm sure she will do very well. Then Basil whispered to Fotune: "Please arrange for Violet to contact me regularly." - Yes, sir. After saying that, the butler Fotune looked at Violet and smiled, and said:

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

"Is she… your girlfriend?!" Logan was stunned. Violet's face flushed. "Um… Hello!" Violet greeted softly. Both of them seemed to look pretty normal. Cygnus had a bit of mystique energy, but he was clearly a beginner. Still, Violet would not dare to treat them as mortals. "You have such a sweet voice, dear!" Aqua pulled Violet by the hand and had her sit. She then glared at Logan. "What is with this outfit? Were you two at some sort of cosplay convention?"