Imagine: A Writing Contest {Closed}

《 The Last Princess 》

A Short Story Written by geminigurl27

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Her name was Katherine. Katherine Corilian. A homeless orphan. Dwelling in the depths of the Asylum of Auriliam. Her mother and sister had died only two years after her birth. Her deceased sister had been her twin. The other half. One good, one bad. She was the good one, the very definition of grace and beauty. Still grace and beauty even if she had been deemed as the bad one and had been sent to the Asylum for re-education. What was different though, was that she has half a red heart on her forehead. An unexplainable mystery. 

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The huge bell rang throughout the Asylum. Katherine was already ready, wearing a plain white tunic and pants. 

Breakfast was some thin wheat porridge with strips of cabbage. Very depressing, to say the least. They lined up as the soldier took out a important looking scroll.

"Today, the Crown Prince will be visiting this Asylum for a WEEK. I want you on you rest behaviour or meet the whip. Today, we will be working on swordsmanship. Pick a sword and we'll start. You! Come here!" The soldier pointed to a guy with a black beard. He sneered and approached the mat. Instantly, it became a blur of sword and legs. In the end, the soldier stood towering over the guy, with the sword pointed at his neck. 

One by one, most of them went up, at last, it was Katherine's turn. 

As the sword came down, she raised her own to deflect the blow. The sword came down on her left, faked right and it sliced her arm, tearing the shirt sleeve and her pale skin. The blood ran down her arm in rivulets and she staggered back. Balancing her weight on her left foot, she tried to raise her sword. But it felt too heavy. She let her grip around the sword loosen as she collapsed onto the mat, panting heavily. The taunting mockery pierced her soul like a knife on warm butter. Silent tears flowed down her face as she spiralled into darkness. Not the evil twin...

"Leave her there," the soldier said as he pointed at the side of the room.

The Crown Prince growled softly. His cape fluttered behind him as he walked towards Katherine and picked her up bridal style. "I want a doctor in my room ASAP!" 

He turned around and was about to walk out when the soldier spoke up," But the King said to never treat her wounds." 

"Are you questioning my authority?" He said softly. 

"No, Your Majesty. But—"

"Good. Now leave us alone. She is not the evil one." 

"How do you know?" 

"Because she is my soulmate." He said softly as he walked away down the corridor. 

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The Prince clenched his fists as he watched the doctor treat her wounds. When she took of her shirt to check her body for any other injuries, he was shocked to see the number of scars on her back. He wanted to tear the chair apart. Tear anything apart. He needed a way to release all his anger and misery. He sighed as he sat in the chair next to the bed and looked at the half heart on her forehead. He leaned forward and kissed it before settling down and taking watch of her.

***

Katherine woke up to a handsome guy with green eyes and black hair sleeping in a chair. And a half heart on his forehead. She gasped and touched her forehead. The guy woke up with a start. He saw her touching her forehead and said, " I guess the legends were true, huh. Two with a heart, split in half, full of warmth, that'll never be gone. You're my mate." He smiled. "My name's Kristoff Maximillian, the Prince."