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Here, is where youโ€™ll find all of my articles, books, and upcoming creative projects. Iโ€™m a fantasy author, podcaster, and of course, a blogger.

Hey, while you’re here, you should check out an excerpt from my latest book,

The Mystic Chronicles: Locket

The room felt quiet. 

A quiet, that she was used to. A quiet, that she often found herself in. The top of the room was littered in patterns. Patterns that were most likely borrowed from the palaceโ€™s architecture. A palace that sheโ€™d only seen in images, or hidden away in the world of books.

The palace that she could only ever dream of being a part of. The dark-haired girl gazed at the blade in her hands. It was beautiful. She wondered how something so beautiful could have had the ability to destroy things so easily. Maybe thatโ€™s why she envied weapons. Maybe thatโ€™s why she related to them. Scarlett found a piece of herself in the things that she would constantly throw around and practice combat with. 

Scarlett never liked parties, or celebrations, or events anymore. Often, sheโ€™d preferred to be kept to herself. She couldnโ€™t understand why others felt the need to hang around and impress sets of random people. She hated being pieces of other people. Pieces of things. It had always been that way though, she thought. In primary school, even before she was adopted, she valued the time that she received with herself. Her mind, it was a scattered place, she felt. A distortion of all her thoughts, and memories.

Sheโ€™d often let it out with combat. Fighting. Mastering different stances. Sheโ€™d developed a fascination with weaponry. It was something so simple to her, so black and white. And it always stayed the same. She sometimes fancied physics, but the laws of her universe always seemed to change every day, as new magic was constantly being discovered over and over again.  

She picked up what was called a frimonetra sword, and dangled it between her slim brown fingers. It was skinny, but lined in fresh silver. The design was simple, yet complicated. Perfect for beginners. Perfect for training. 

The girl then squinted her eyes, and licked her fangs, as she put all of her weight on her right leg, jumped up in a quick-like manor, swirled in the air, and threw it with precision. She rolled her eyes at it clambered to the ground. She missed the checkpoint. She was distracted. It was something that always bothered her, but she hated to face it.

The slight echo of a door interrupted her from thought. She turned her head over to the doors. It revealed a pale skinned young-faced Vampiric girl. She met eyes with Scarlett and gave her a bored look. โ€œSeriously. Youโ€™re still here?โ€

To learn more about this series, you can click the tab on the right labeled, The Mystic Chronicles.

You can find me on instagram at @ellizabethawkins, or contact me at ellizabethawkinss@gmail.com !

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