Living in a Fairytale (Completed)

chapter 31

Rain was pouring, a sign of winter approaching the country with its hateful winds. The change of seasons in La Belleza is cruel. A luscious spring, when the the colors seemed to be much of a brighter hue, followed by a scarce and scorching summer, though the only place sunlight pours in is in the training grounds of the castle, the warm dry air is felt all throughout the kingdom. It would be followed by an angry fall of rain and thunderstorms, when the sky seemed gray than blue, and then a long winter, the white winds bellowing the cold and crystallizes all there is to know. And the fall, all must thaw, find warmth, and rejoice for another year has come.

But right now, the country must drown in cloudburst. Thunder clapped and I almost lost my grip on the courser. It neighed and thrashed but I kept it at bay with a fierce pull. I arrived at the castle grounds with not a single royal guard in sight. I climbed down on my courser and turned my hand in an upward motion, the creature vanishing in a sudden blaze of light.

The castle was engulfed in darkness, no torches lined the walls, no shuffling of footsteps, nothing. I found myself walking towards the throne room, my chest heavy with so much emotions as if it was on the verge of bursting. I could feel my anger pulsing through my veins, red hot hate.

The enormous brazen doors were wide open, as if it was expecting my arrival. The queen sat on the stone throne, her gown in the darkest hue of green, with a thread in the lightest shade of blue embroidered on its skirts. Her eyes shone against the darkness. The two cylindrical figures near the throne are like lamps in the blackness, burning a queer blue fire. I noticed that it was empty. Her little killers are on the loose, but they're not here to protect her.

She smiled when she saw me, but it didn't last long when she saw me bringing the La Tiaar to life, the white crystallized bow huge and spectacular. I ran a knife through my wrist and was surprised when I realized that I was heaving, taking deep heavy breaths with much difficultly. Scarlet blood materialized and hardened, a blood arrow fully formed. I wasted no time. I notched and then let it fly. The hiss sound hung in the air like a venom on a thick blood.

The queen let out an anguished scream and a disgusting part of me found gaiety in it. The room shook, particles of marble and stone raining all over the place. I took a step forward but it was not long before the clan chiefs strutted in, their armors on, swords drawn, bows ready. Morgan looked at me and shook her head lightly.

"Don't do this, Thindrel." She muttered with a trace of pity in her voice. I made sure to look at them, each and every one of them, dead in the eyes.

"I was never known for being kindhearted." I say, heaving. Blood flowed and crystallized, and they stepped forward in alarm, putting themselves in between the queen and I. The scene placed a grin on my face. "Such valor displayed in this very room"

Hirsch signaled something with his hand and two handmaidens rushed in, their heads bent down as they attended the queen. The stone throne was smeared with golden rose blood, a sheen in this murky place. Morgan had a sword clenched between two hands, Ripley and Diez had arrows notched on their bows, whereas Vesper, Cyril, and Hirsch held longswords with only one hand, as if the heavy metals weighted nothing. They're seasoned fighters, I was well aware of that, but I have been through worst and I am much powerful than all of them combined. I just need a way through.

I turned the La Tiaar thrice, and a white marble spear turned between my hand. I ran a blade through my other wrist, this one even deeper than the last. Blood spurted out, and I made sure that not a single drop was wasted. It crystallized into a blood red longsword, lighter than any sword that I have bore, and the sharpest one yet. It glinted a searing light, red on black.