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Tara Chione Crowther Abdelaal

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People only see what they want to see. If you know what others expect to see from you, and even if it's now how shit really works you still make them see what they want, they will be influenced without even knowing. All because they only see what they want to see, they only filter what they want to hear.

That is why everyone in Hallstein Academy perceive me in a light that does not suit me, because I made them put me under that precise light, I made them perceive me that way, I made them put me in that box. A glittery box made of gold, money, ambition, arrogance, narcissism, goddess complex, futility, lack of academical intelligence, and viciousness. A box that says I am an unapproachable, untouchable cold, heartless bitch, who is born in the richest un-natural family in the world, raised like a Queen to one day take over as the heiress, and who probably doesn't even know what eating a humble pie means.

A box that calls me Chione Al-Hilli Abdelaal, the evil and self-proclaimed Queen of the academy, who enjoys bullying the oh-so-pure-and-precious selfless and humble Cleo Hayes, the chosen Princess of the academy, loved by all, glorified, and who has it all even if she's not that rich, or doesn't come from ancient money. She gets the friends, the boys, the girls, the good grades with her genius mind, and the admiration of all the professors and the extra care of the headmaster. All for standing against me, like a courageous ruler would against a tyrant.

Not my words, by the way.

That's what Midnight Hallstein, the blog and newspaper of the Academy written by the journalist club, says. All while anonymously hiding who exactly wrote the articles, not to anger the likes of me, or whatever they say to the fools who read it constantly. And there's always a column just to talk about me, and more than two pages to talk about Cleo Hayes.

It would be funny, if it wasn't depressed.

A part of me wish the character I was obligated to create was true, I wish my life was perfect, I wish I was that rich, I wish I was that put together, I wish I was that confident, I wish I was all they think of me, I wish I... I wish I was in a different situation. But at the end of the day, it's all fake, it's all for the sake of the Al-Hilli Abdelaal.

Un-natural kids who possess enormous magic or are from legacy families and born in power all start to attend Hallstein Academy at the tender age of 6, their teaching goes from the age of 5, normal age of awakening of magical abilities, until the age of 23, and depending on when you are born, 24. They hardly accept kids entering in older grades, and I popped in the academy when I was 10 years old, which made a lot of noise, and the Al-Hilli Abdelaal used the excuse that it was because they were keeping their heiress with the family for a bit longer, teaching her secret techniques that she wouldn't be able to learn in the academy.

But that was not true.

I wasn't born Chione, I was born Tara Crowther, an orphan in Wales, United Kingdom, after my single father who had been raising me, died when I was 6 years old, in front of me, to protect me from a demon, a type of high-demon that feeds on un-natural kids of great power, and he used all of his magic to seal mine inside me and to kill the demon. He killed it, but it killed himself, and in his last words, he made me swear that I wouldn't tell anyone I was attacked by it.

The next three years that followed, I was completely alone, grieving but unable to even take my time to digest my pain, because I was on the run. I was forced to learn how to kill low-demons that kept popping up whenever I thought I was safe and hiding well in the alleys and under the bridges all over Wales. Little after I turned 9 years old in August 8th, around August 15th a woman came to me through a magical portal, she looked a bit like me but prettier and fancier, she was all in golden and ciano, with brown skin and short straight black hair.

I was terrified in the beginning, then she identified herself as Nerin Abdelaal, she told me she had been looking for me for a while, and that she was my mother. The same mother who abandoned me with my father, 5 days after I had been born, and vanished to never be seen again. I didn't trust her, but when she told me she wanted to take me in and take care of me, I understood that it could be my only chance to be able to live, to stop just surviving.

She asked about my dad, Samuel, and I lied saying he had died nearly a year ago from an accident, and she didn't even care, she just nodded.

When I got to her villa, which is in a dimensional rift, and it's more like a palace, I learned that she was the Queen of her un-natural order, the mambas, serpentine people, and that I was... a bastard. She had me in a secret affair with a "natural" from Wales, and that her husband, King Omari Al-Hilli, had accepted to take me in, even though I'm a bastard, and that they had a use for me, so, I should be grateful.

That was when it hit me: She had no real idea of who my dad was, because she had me in a one night stand, they never had anything like dad used to tell me, to make me not regret her so much, and that he also had no real idea of who she was. She just got secretly pregnant away from him, went to him, handed me over, and vanished, because she had no use for me.