No one could have foreseen such. It would have been impossible for them to. At least, that’s what Dusk thought as she peered back to the waves of flame covering the castle Trinity. Her heart beat rampantly in her chest, and she held back the raging waterfall of tears that threatened to overcome her.
Glancing towards her twin sister, Dusk could only burrow her fangs deeper inside of her bottom lip. Blood rose, but she continued to bravely hold her sister close while the man driving the carriage lashed against the horses to charge faster.
“They killed them!” Dawn screamed against her twin’s leather jacket. “They killed them!” Dawn’s claws sunk deeply into her sister’s shoulder until they dug into her skin. Her eyes were crazed and turning from their usually vivid emerald to a wicked black-green. Only the moonlight hitting her eyes could show the streaks of green that remained in her frenzied face.
With a gulp to hold back the tears, Dusk ran her hands through her sister’s hair. “I know, Dawn. I know.” Her eyes moved to where the driver of the carriage was glancing back at the twin princesses of Trinity. The man quickly turned his head from the two sisters when Dusk’s irritable eyes began to darken with a similar insanity to that of her sister’s. “Turn around again, servant, and I’ll behead you with your own claws,” she threatened with a flash of her wickedly sharp, ivory fangs.
The man never turned around throughout the remainder of the night. That night… the one that had been filled with comforting her sister and searching to find whatever place that might be their safe hold for the day was the most unforgettable night. Never again would Dawn be subjected to prying eyes without consequence to those who dared to pry. Never again would her sister cling to her screaming that her parents had died in the flames. Never again would Dusk be so unable to fight against her adversaries. Those beasts had just screwed around with the wrong sister and the wrong country. She would seek out her vengeance.