The guards led her through the long corridor till they got to the cell's entrance, she had stopped struggling and only followed them sheepishly with a glare on her face, the huge door that lead to the cell gradually opened with two guards controlling it, they led her slowly down the slant stairs, it was quite dark and few lamps illuminated the place. The walls had carvings that spoke violent descriptions in them, she could decipher the meanings of the carvings and they were stories of heinous punishments for crimes commited by perpetrators. She knew all this especially when witches were major victims of it. They finally got to the last step and from there began the numbers of cells which were mostly empty but the horrific sights of weapons she saw inside these cells got her heart racing, right there she understood it was no ordinary cell and it was meant for a special purpose, yes for people like her. The emptiness confirmed the king's victory over her kind, she was probably the first
A sleek and sweat creamed arm stretches to a length, a bow string with an arrow pointed sharply on it's steel end. The target, a wooden board is a reasonable distance from the prince who wields the bow, his gaze layed focused on the bulls eye as he prepared his arms for a release. He paused for some seconds before releasing a weak throw that only landed distance away from him. The arena was quiet as the guards who were previously training on the training ground watched the prince confused at his act, he had a lot going on in his mind, he also seemed to be the only sane person in the royal family at the moment, King Egbert had been swimming in fury all the while, Queen Audrey drowning in her own tears and the princess slept like there was no waking for her but even more he was weakened at his father's hasty and unthoughtful decision. The king had ordered that the stakes be prepared before noon day and ordered the execution of the prisoner whom he pronounced as an imposter. However, lo
It was dead silence and the only voice that she could hear was the one in her head, was she dead? It didn't hurt as much but then the air felt same and nothing out of the ordinary. She opened her eyes slowly, much to her surprise the execution swords were close to her throat, it would take only take a tiny push and her throat would be bleeding from the tear. She looked across the high wall where the king sat and there she got her answers. The king had stopped the execution right on time and thanks to him she was alive. She let out a sigh of relief as the executioners withdrew their sword. She let her head fall and smiled viciously within. Of course he took the bait, there was no prove that she was a witch and more so, he cared about his reputation. If words had gotten out that the king had ordered the execution of a person when it was not proven that she was a witch, he'd be labelled as both a mad an insecure king just like he had been called when he began his unnecessary killings in t
The hem of a blue dress sweeps the floor dragging fallen dried leafs along with it, those wobbly legs at its best to keep up motion, her fine metallic coloured eyes piercing through the dark alarmed for one thing, her captors, she had been reliving the day of her escape every time and it all ended up in being spelled to sleep. Each time she woke up she was on the run again but today was different, it was happening at night as opposed to the original noon day, her fear was more heightened due to the fact and her body quite responsive to the night cold but she kept her motion regardless. The night was not peaceful as the terror cries of night birds hunted her ears, at each time she felt dark presence around her and the sounds closer to her ears. She held her heart in her hands desperately seeking her escape but it was a never ending journey, each time she found a new road which she hoped could lead her out of this endless circle it ended up getting her back to the original spot to which
Wordless, Edgar held Elnora in his arms as a drop of tear lined down his cheek, she was cold in his arm and her face painted in her blood, a huge feel of sorrow erupted from within, at that moment it felt as real as life loosing her. His face squeezed in confusion when he felt his arms empty of her presence, he stood up hastily as the place suddenly became foggy. It was a dream after all."Prince Edgar... " Aegen's voice called him to reality as his eyes shot open, his eyes met the worried gaze of Aegen which soon switched to relieve, it was past his wake time, just how long had he been asleep? Aegen aided him as he sat up, his eyes now glued to the door entrance where his maids stood with their head bent. He still felt the sting of pain from the dream and it took a while of silence before his mind and heart could recover from it. " Just how late am I? Edgar asked, his eyes fixed on Aegen who obviously had a lot of questions running through his mind."Not too late my Prince, the maids
She wasn't moving and the guards wondered why, they all stared at her in silence but she was caught up in her mind thinking through a thousand solutions. How was she going to avoid this, she couldn't stay at a place for longer and she couldn't move, she was still helpless from the effect of the compeller on her magic, worse the more her skin peeled off the more her magic was useless, a simple spell of raising the fallen pieces up for some seconds was impossible at the moment. "Is everything alright?" Garret asked as he wasn't getting any willing explanation from her yet. She snapped out of her stream of thoughts hearing his voice, it was time to decide, she couldn't stand any longer and if the fallen folds of skin was found, her secret would be known and execution inevitable."I'm perfectly fine, Just having a moment. I'm honoured to help the princess." She said with a smile on her face. "Very well... Good luck." He moved aside giving her more passage into the chamber. She sighed try
It was a horrifying sight to behold, none could wrap their head around a reasonable explanation for this, King Egbert looked from the height of the princess room at the creature that was shot down."How is this possible?" He said asking no one in particular, he had ordered her execution the day before and she made no attempt to escape even when the compeller had not done much to her to hold down her magic. The spot at which weckle had fallen to was now sorrounded by the prince and every other person who had been at the training ground, all in shock, they had never seen anything like it before. Everyone made way as King Egbert along with the Queen and his guards came in view, his jaw dropped in shock as his eyes witnessed the creature while she shrinked, puffing out smoke from her body, till she was dried into a fold, her skeleton the only thing visible about her existence. Edgar still couldn't believe it, the shock, guilt and fear that if he hadn't shot at it, that it's master would h
Rays of sunlight seeped through the little hole on the roof of the small house which belonged to Earl, it shun directly at his face and his shut eyes narrowed as he gradually woke up, he turned on his belly, his hands swaying downward from his bed, he blinks and soon his eyes adjust to the day. He rolled off his bed lazily making a huge thud against the ground, then he stands up sharply crackling his neck. He let a sigh escape his georgous lips as he brushed his hair back bringing to view the sight of his sinful beauty.He strolled to the tiny stool opposite his bed and poured himself water from the jar, he clicked his tongue not liking the almost bitter taste of the water on it. He stood tall against the not so high roof above his head, his well defined shoulder highlighting his masculine dominance, his protruding abs stood hard on both sides of his thorax, the emphasis of its size rising from his abdomen o his chest level. He had only a black pants on covering the lower part of his b