Princess Komand'r, heirness of the Tamaranean throne, was no more. To the eyes of anyone who knew her, she was as good as dead. And where the life of Komand'r ended, Kora Ander's just started. After escaping her home planet, and crash-landing on Ear...
"Would you quit pouting already?" Kevin asked her, briefly glancing at the girls with annoyance before returning his gaze towards the road.
"I'm not pouting."
She was, in fact, pouting.
"I just don't get why you need me there." Kora sighed, looking at her reflection on the car window.
Her face had matured on the last five years. The baby fat on her cheeks had disappeared, revealing her sharp features. Her indigo hair dyed black, a ritual she had started a while ago and now couldn't seem to stop, and the once curly mane of hers was no more, as she had acquaintance herself with the Earthen way of straightening it out. Her golden-orange skin had paled a few shades and could pass as an extreme tan. She (almost) looked like an ordinary human being, she even adopted a new name to demonstrate as such. Kora Anders.
The only abnormal thing about her, the one thing that always left people staring, were her purple eyes. Sharp eyes, often narrowed in with distrust and suspicion, of lilac scleras and violet irises that shone with unnatural light. They were beautiful, in an eery yet enchanting way that alarmed the back of your mind with imminent danger, yet kept you distracted long enough with their beauty until it was too late.
