Crack.
The Throne split into two
Whack.
The stone sculpture shattered into a million tiny bits
Thud.
There was a hole in the beautifully carved wall
Drip. Drip.
The blood flowed from her fist
Huff. Huff
Her breathing went hard and heavy
Cluck. Cluck.
Her footsteps echoed
She turned
Now her face facing him
Her raging eyes looking straight into his cowering ones
Her rigid posture clashing with his trembling one
As she looked into his eyes,
He felt the rage emitting from her,
Entering him and spreading dread all through him
Panic and dread coursed through his body
Just as how wildfire spreads through the forest
He hath failed
He failed to find the destined ones
He failed the task that the Tyrant had given him
The great sorcerer of Nakane
The sorcerer who never failed, who never was defeated
Oh~
The irony
For today he stands failed, defeated
In front of the tyrant who is burning with rage
Swoosh
She drew her club
Now was the time she would take matters into her own hands.
Now was the time for the heads to clash
Time to show everyone how powerful she is again
Let their memories of the destruction she can bring be refreshed
She smirked
Oh-
They had no idea who they were against
The Broken Warrior and the Fallen Paladin~
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasyThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
