nala

ice queen

Torra

Nala finished her monologue on the terrace thing she was standing on. She exited via the staircase, letting the guards split in front of her. She didn't waver for a second-she was freaking confident t was scary. She stopped before her brother's body, making no expression. Nala reached down, pulling Elliot's sword and holster onto her waist. She reached her palms into her brother's pool of blood, wiping the drippy liquid on her face in a swooping pattern. Nala stood, a freaking revolutionary by eighteen.

Napoli knelt, bowing their heads and promising fealty. Nala smiled slightly, content with her success. "All citizens above the age of eighteen will vote for a representitive for Napoli yearly. You have twenty four hours." Nala addressed the crowd. She turned to her guards. "We camp overnight in the castle." Nala instructed. "Back to it!" Nala yelled to the Napoli people. They returned to their work or play, all of them nervous. The children looked down, kicking a ball between each other. The adults acted more naturally, like they had been used to doing this: pretending everything was alright.

Nala sheathed her swords and walked towards the palace, the soldiers quickly learning how to split. Nala's friends and I followed her into the giant building, keeping our heads up as the Napoli warrior's bowed their heads. Nala slowed down walking around the stone yard, looking around like she expected to see something appear out of air. After a minute of hoping to see something in the stone yard, Nala disappeared behind two oak doors quickly, her guard unit following frantically. I went after quickly, not letting any uninformed Napoli employee attack Nala.

I pushed past empty air and followed Andi in front of me, up the impressive stair case to the palace. Nala was in an awkward-built foyer, laughing. "Just how I'd left it." Nala shook her head in disbelief. Nala turned to her left and found a set of stairs and climbed up at godspeed. She walked a labyrinth of halls before stopping at an ordinary door. Nala felt her fingers around the bottom of a wall lamp and pinched together, grabbing a key. She jammed it into the knob and opened the door.

With a slight gasp, Nala walked into the room, stepping aside and slamming the door after only I had walked in. "What was that?" I asked. Nala had already walked to her bed, which was significantly neat and clean for something that hadn't been touched in a decade.

"I haven't touched this bed since my eighth birthday." Nala remembered wile smoothing a random white pillow. Nala sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her eyes under the curtain of her dark hair. I walked over and sat down next to her, rubbing her shoulder in comfort.

"Are you alright?" I asked stupidly. Of course she wasn't. She just killed her brother.

"I have tasted blood. My brother's blood. Tell me that isn't the most fucked up thing you have ever heard." Nala sighed pathetically, leaning her head into my shoulder.

"It isn't." I obliged.

"Really?" Nala laughed.

"I heard Elliot has three nipples." I told.

"Come to think, whenever we went swimming he wouldn't take his shirt with all the other men." Nala joked. "I can't believe it." Nala said.

"Believe what?"

"Elliot's dead. Dead." Nala moaned upset.

"I thought you-" I began.

"I did. I do." Nala quickly revised. "It's just, like I dreamt this and just haven't woken up yet." Nala attempted to explain.

The group of guards outside began talking loudly, though the amount of people shouting at once made it impossible to hear. A bunch of thuds sounded, guards no longer yelling. An eerie silence swallowed the natural low chatter. Nala jumped up and crept over to the door, two daggers already in hand. The door flew open, Nala quickly attacking without success. One mysterious people outside had retaliated against Nala, twisting her arm behind her back and pushing her into the ground. Nala grunted before persistently getting up. The stranger, now clearly an older woman, had progressed on Nala and tried to choke hold from above, but Nala rolled and situated her dagger carefully on the strange woman's neck.

"Nala?" The strange woman asked. Nala was clearly taken aback that the strange woman had known her name.

"How do you-" I began.

"It's your mother, honey." The strange woman said. She had attempted to touch Nala's face but Nala wasn't for it. She jammed the butt of her dagger into own mother's head and stood up. Nala turned and faced the guards.

"Get. Out." Nala sneered. "Bowie! Liam!" Nala yelled and Bowie and liam dragged guards out of Nala's former bedroom.

"Your mother?" I began. It was incredibly out of place for something this abnormal to happen. "I thought she had committed after your arrest. Rumors spread across the land like a fever." I exaggerated.

"She-Elliot said so. Wait." Nala waved her hand and walked to her so-called mother. Nala turned the body to lay on its stomach. She pulled her mother's animal fur vest and jacket off, then pulling up her shirt, like it wasn't awkward. A set of tattoos exactly the same as Nala's was on her mother's back. "Shit. It's Mom." Nala was clearly taken aback by her mother not being dead.

Andi and Sasha burst through the door, not caring to let it bounce off the wall. "Oh, Nala." Andi rushed to Nala and looked questioningly, Nala nodding, like she was sad. Andi grabbed Nala's hand, squeezing tightly. It was weird, not awkward, not odd, but just weird to see Nala in such a vulnerable state. Leaning her head onto Andi, Nala became less of herself and more of something-someone else.

"Have the- have the people started to elect a representative?" Nala stood up straighter and addressed Sasha.

"Some people have started campaigns. It seems like a man named Cody is earning tens of followers by the minute. His intentions seem well-advised." Sasha informed.

"Thank you." Nala said quickly before running to the wardrobe. She grabbed an old dress and tore it, wrapping her mother's wrists. Nala quickly opened her mother's mouth and tied a knot, gagging the woman.

"What are you doing?" Andi asked.

"I dealt with ten years in a bunker. She can handle her arms tied for a few hours." Nala ignored the fact that it was her mother she was restraining and began to the door. Right as she grabbed the handle, I began.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere else."

alright, full disclosure: i couldnt think of anything else to add to this chapter. i will be continuing with this story as it has become something i am very passionate about and worked very hard on. i think that the next portion of this plot will be written better and faster, with many new plot twists and climaxes. please vote and comment as it means the world to me. thanks babies <3