Iris at the vampire academy

Chapter One:

I never imagined that I would be the villain in this tale.

Not a fleeting evil that could be forgiven with a slip of the tongue or a foolish decision, but an evil as heavy as iron, leaving its mark on every corner of my life, and even on the lives of the people around me. I tortured my family and enslaved them, humiliated my fiancé before everyone, and repeatedly sought to kill the Crown Prince to seize his position. I did not stop there I killed many innocent souls without hesitation. And yet, you let me live.

"Why did you do this, Navarin?" I asked her, my voice trembling between anger and exhaustion.

She stood before me, her body weighed down by wounds, her white dress stained with blood. Her red eyes glistened with tears, yet she struggled to remain steady. She said in a broken voice, "Iris... I know everything. I know how much you were wrong, and how much you hurt me. But it's alright we can fix everything now. It's not too late."

I laughed. A loud laugh echoed back from the stone walls of the hall... I covered my face with my hands and felt the coldness of my fingers despite the warmth of the tears that began to pour down.

"Fix what, Navarin? I destroyed everything. Even myself."

I could not control my crying. The pain I felt was extremely cruel, because its source was not an enemy, but myself. To be both villainous and kind at the same time is an unbearable curse.

Navarin screamed, trying to approach despite the pain. "Iris, please, don't do it come back!"

But time had run out. If I was the evil, then I had to disappear so that the world could remain safe.

I put on the four gemstones, each one glowing with a different color around my body. I stepped toward the massive golden gate at the center of the hall, its ancient engravings blazing with terrifying energy. I extended my hand into the rising light and felt a force pulling me in.

I turned to Navarin, who was screaming my name, and smiled at her.

"Thank you, my sister... for everything."

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It all began a year ago, when I was just a naïve girl who knew nothing about her true self or who she really was.

On that day, the entire city was preparing for the celebration of my nineteenth birthday. My grandfather the wealthy man with vast influence decided to make the occasion the talk of everyone. He invited celebrities, businessmen, and nobles from everywhere. I was his only heir, his granddaughter to whom he had never denied anything.

From the early morning, the large house was bustling with activity. Maids ran through the corridors, flowers were arranged in vases, and chandeliers were polished until they clearly reflected faces. In my room, I sat in front of the mirror while the hairstylist arranged my long purple hair into soft waves.