The Hidden Princess

“Hey! Ellie!”

The dark haired girl turned, grinning broadly. Two of the girls from her sorority were walking towards her waving a flier excitedly.

“Carmen, Lex, what’s going on?”

“Party up at ZOT tonight. They’re putting a cover to raise money for the animal shelter. How sweet is that?”

Carmen was practically cooing. Lex beamed proudly.

“It was John’s idea. He’s just so smart and he knows how much I love animals.”

Ellie smiled at them both, really smiled. It was so refreshing living among mortals. There was so much more honesty, and even then, the backbiting was nothing compared to what the Peers of the Seven Halls got up to when the High Queen wasn’t looking.

“Sounds great. Spread the word, alright? I’m gonna go call Tanya. There is no way I’m letting my Little miss this one.”

“Come on, Lexy. We’re girls with a mission now.”

Ellie laugh as they joking saluted her and marched off. She turned slightly to pull her phone out of her handbag. Just as her fingers brushed the plastic of the case, she froze. Had those shadows moved? She started to reach instead for a bronze figurine, a sword and shield crafted in the likeness of the ones she’d trained with as a child. Her eyes didn’t waver from that shadow until she was quite convinced it had just been her eyes playing tricks. There was no way anyone could have followed her, could have found her here. Her mother would surely have done something to prevent just that. Wouldn’t she? Taking a few breaths, Ellie tried to relax. She would just enact a sending to her brother later. Felix would know if there was anything going on at home that she would worry about. Punching the call button, she let the tension ease out of her shoulders.

“Hey Tanya, wanna grab lunch? We have got so much to talk about.”

As the Princess of Shooting Stars and Falling Leaves walked off towards the student center, two sets of eyes opened in the shadows and followed her progress down the street.

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