Leeonvya: once the most powerful and proudest kingdom of the thirteen Dryadales. Now, a country just before a civil war (not the captain america one though). When their castle is attaked Eleanor, the rightful heir to the throne and the only child of...
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THE FIRST THING ELEANORFELT WHEN SHE WOKE UP WAS HER TERRIBLE HEADACHE. Her whole head seemed to burn, it wasn't a really nice feeling.
Carefully Eleanor tried to open her eyes. First they got always too heavy to let them open but after a few tries she finally managed it, just to close her eyes disguted again.
No matter where she was right now, it was disgusting here. It looked like an old dungeon, similiar to the not used ones at home, just that this one was used. And more dirtier. Like super disgusting dirty. She layed on a pile of hay that picked in her side. Over her head was a little window where a little bit of sunshine came trough. The dungeon was pretty small, but in the corner on her right was a little bucket, probably for her need to go to the toilet.
When a stream of cold air penetrated through the window, she shivered and pulled her shirt closer around her upper body. Fuck, where was she?
Eleanor should be in Gwyneth, with her father, helping him with this whole situation, but no - she was somewhere, in an old, stinking dungeon waiting for someone to help her out of this shitty situation. It made her angry.
She had completly lost time when she heard steps coming near. The person stopped in front of my dungeon and with a loud creak the little flap on the door was opened and a really really ugly man showed me his even more uglier teeth with his creepy smile. Suddendly he closed the flap again, just to slowly open the door.
You need to think Eleanor. Think of what to do next!
This was what Eleanor told herself. But in the end she didn't think and just did what cam first across her mind. Later, she told herself, it was her headache that made her try to not hink. Actually it was an excuse, and she knew it. It was another thing if she cared about it.
So when he entered the dungeon Eleanor jumped on her feet, that felt a little bit numb, and ran towards him. She quickly rammed her elbow into his stomach and shortly afterwards kicked his feet away so that he landed on the ground. With one last targeted punch in the face, Eleanor passed him out. Her first thought was that she should be proud of herself - she literally just won a fight with an about 176Ibs heavy man.
But then she remembered that she was literally being kidnapped, she had definitly better things to do than be proud of herself. Because she wasn't. She fucked up.
If she only would have looked for a better hiding place, if she would have only did something, fight against that thing, maybe she would not even be here.
Eleanor looked disgusted down, where one of her kidnapper layed. He was probably about 50 years old, his long hair was a dirty, brown with grey streaks mess and looked like it never saw a hairbrush before in it's life. Like she said before, his face, especially his teeth was the worst part. The teeth were yellow, and looked like they never lived, while the face was covered in dirt, god, did that man never heard something about a bath?
