In a fictional land full of creatures and imagination is where the story takes place. Qaukity, the soon to be wife of prince Schlatt who he once loved but can only hope to love again some other day as he tries pathetically with no result. When mere...
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Basically the entire plot of this story.
Qaukity
The halls were more crowded than usual and plotted of something exceedingly mysterious. I tapped one of the hurried servants on the shoulder and she stopped. She beamed at me and congratulated me. I stood there stunned. Then I saw it.
A wedding cake. It was large and vanilla crystallized with surgery toppings and a large potion of booze. On the top were me and Schlatt holding hands. Though ofcourse, a bottle was in one of Schlatts hands. Suddenly, the cake decorator pushed a candy crystal in too hard and Schlatt's head fell clean off of his torso.
The decorator groans in frustration while I fight back hysterical laughter by biting my lip. The smile doesn't last on my face very long though because as soon as I turn around a group of giggling girls with all the supplies to make my worst nightmares come true are right behind me. I gulp and smile back at them politely. They give each other evil like looks and soon I'm practically conveyed all the way to the fitting room.
"Hey watch it! I'm not a girl- my waist is as fragile as I baby deer!" I complain as they pull harder on the corset. The dress is stunning and pools around me in waves of white and darker blue streams. "Yeah, well if your waist is so much like a baby deer's you can hide it's size can't you?" Snarls the woman who has been stuffing my face with make-up and suffocating me with a dark blue bow for the past hour.
I give her an exasperated look as she eases on the pulling and I get to see her for the first time all night. Her dark eye shadow makes her look almost like a witch and the lipstick she wears isn't proving otherwise. She wears a fitting and some what sexy dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. If I wasn't the groom, I think people would assume she was the bride. "You look stunning!" I say and she flushes slightly with a small smile on her face.
"Yer not so bad your self lad." She proclaims pushing out her words in a sweet Irish accent. I string of purple hair falls out of her plush pink hat. I silently thank the gods that she was the type to like compliments. She pulls harsh but still gentler until the dress is strangling me more than any hands ever could. She noticed my pained expression and gives words of comfort. "Look on the bright side mate. At least now you don't have to eat that alcoholic cake because you will choke to death." She says with a dopey grin. "Thanks."I mutter.
Despite the fact I didn't know I was getting married today, I was killing it. No literally. I tipped over a tray of cookies and the fork flew off the plate, almost stabbing a guy in his eye. I also tripped about three children with my dress and made them tumble down a flight of stairs. I could hear they're dramatic cry's from three halls down. What nerds.
Eh they'll get over it.
I ran through the halls causing chaos as the girls behind me screamed we're all late for the wedding making people mix foods, hang decorations, and scurry outside more exhilarated than ever.
The bells rung and I stood timidly across from the wedding archway way. I see a man with pretty black bangs and fire like eyes. He winks at me and I retract my eyes from his instantly. He gives a small laugh before shrugging and turning to walk into the sea of awaiting people. Before I know it the orchestra is strumming along a classic wedding tune. Only, it sounds for like birds dropping from the sky after having to do ten speed runs and drowning in their own tier sub blood.
I walk down the aisle. People are staring at me and I know it. Like the open book I am I can tell that everyone knows I'm nervous. The wedding dress feels like it weighs more then three tuns and my hat feels to hot to be worn in the middle of fall.
I little girl unexpectedly sticks out her foot anomalously and I almost trip but instead shout. "Fuck!" Before bending up from my hunched position. Everyone looks at me with distaste and disgust. I hate it and I decide something then and there.
"Keep your feet to yourself you fucking barbie!" I yell at her and she shrinks guiltily in her seat. It makes me feel snarkier if that's even possible. Schlatt seems to be looking at me but I can tell he's thinking about something entirely different than how good my eyebrows look.
While people chatter incredulously and the some of the servants try to calm them down, Schlatts gaze finally comes into focus with my face. "Hello bride to be." He said hazily.
"Did you know about this?" I say gesturing to the wedding props and decorations. He shakes his head in different motions. I exhale but the lump in my throat is still there. "I can't believe our little haven is dying, running out of food supplies, and THIS is what they resort to." I seethe glaring at each and every one of the filthy rich people in the crowd.
"Well at least I'm not some creepy fifty five year old man that you have to marry." He chuckles.
"Not creepy? You might wanna check that one again buddy." I snort and before he can retort back an old man comes back with a dusty old bible in his hands. Schlatt closes his eyes and I look at the small table as the lobby goes quite and the man reads. After all the christian bull shit he finally cuts to the point.
"Do you, J. Money Schlatt. Take this man to cherish and love for the rest of your life?" I look to Schlatt and almost laugh when I see him. He admits a loud snore and the old man pats him harshly on the back while glaring at him.
"Y-yes I did order two shots with that!"Quips Schlatt instantly wide eyed. I roll my eyes at him and he grins sheepishly. "And do you, Alexis Qaukity. Take this beloved man to be your husband?" I feel the world spin around me. Who made the decision all weddings should be the time you make a decision that might ruin your life! I manage to un-clog my throat and swallow my fears down.
"I-"
A man bursts through the door with a shrill scream.
"THE FIRES ARE COMING THE FIRES ARE COMING!" He screams in agony. Then he bursts into flames on site. Pieces of his skin burn and denigrate into ash as we watch him scream, nobody being able to save him. His tears are soon nothing but a pile of wet ash on the ground.
"ARE YOU READY FOR MORE?" Laughs a voice hysterically. The raven haired man from earlier stands in the aisle with his hands in the air and a sickening grin spread across his face.
"Who are you?" Accuses a lady and he looks over.
"Look, all I want is the boy in the beanie, that's all." He states simply and I start to squirm wanting to be anywhere but here. "unless that is, you would rather burn to death on the spot?" Instantly I'm up for grabs. His smirk widens as people rip at my dress and tug me away from the stage. Schlatt snored loudly on the podium and I can't get his attention to help me before I'm thrown into the grasp of the frightening man.
He waves to the people before piking my up bridal style in his arms and carrying me out of the castle.
"Let me go I have people to lead! I'm the air to the throne bitch!" I scream and struggle in his arms one we're half way across the court yard. "To late for that sweet Alexis." He chuckles with almost a touch of remorse.
"What do you mean?" I say even though I feel the dread of what he's saying seeping in. I know what he means.
"They're gone." In seconds fires climb from the forest passing over our heads without touching us once. They climb the walls of the castle and seep in. In a matter of seconds shrill screams fill the air.
