writingcamp The Kingmaker's Fowl

Ella, a white majestic owl, was caught up between the line of love and duty and the unquenchable thirst for revenge. She understood her master well, the years she had lived with him had been long and tiring, he was methodical in his steps, ruthless and without a shred of gentleness nor honor. She saw torture mirrored in his eyes as she landed on his outstretched arm. She finally knew who he was. Aiden von Ferriene Albaster, a cruel man with bodies pilling behind him, the advisor to the current king. A person labeled as a killer who's will had always been the law. Aiden placed his sword at Ella's neck, his eyes reflected the hate in hers. There was no pity nor glee, just a simply hatred. He moved his face closer to her ears, his hot breath fanning her cold ears. He could feel her heart beat irregularly through the thin rags that covered her body. He smirked evilly, taking the opportunity to bind her feet, forcing her to turn back to her beastly form. Ella had heard him speaking to an officer of his, she learned the truth behind her families death. Her heart thumped loudly and she felt suffocated by her emotions. She eyed him with anger and distrust, Ella had failed to kill him. She watched as he unhurriedly picked her up as he clipped the feathers of her wings in panic. She watched as blood dripped from the parts he carelessly cut. Her heart and mind tortured her, she loved him yet he crippled her. She swore, one day. One day, she will offer his head to appease her family's restless souls. However, she longed for him despite everything.