The flurry of steps pound through the tunnels beneath the city, whom we know about thanks to Shavanti. Weapons provided by her as well are slung of over shoulders, flaming sticks held high against the dark. Rifles, swords, daggers, machetes you name it.
The palace had one hell of a fight coming at them.
I lead the group, each step steady, twin swords caressing my back, armed to the teeth. Shavanti is behind me, dark hair braided down her back and Hazel is on the other side, gun firm in her hands, chin raised. And behind them? There's are army. Women from as young as 16, determined to take what they have stolen off us. We reach steps of a spiral staircase and we climb quickly. I lead us through the doorway at the top, nodding to the kitchen girls. Some grab knifes or stolen weapons hiding behind massive bags of flour to join us but the others who won't fight don't bother us. The head maid steps up before me. We stare dead in the eye. She has a good job, the best maybe. But there are bruises on her arms and bags under her eyes from a night unslept where the king as gotten to...rough with her.
"Good luck," she says and opens the door where we surge through. The three of us make eye contact and the large group splits in two. The circular corridor wraps around the main room where the King will be. So the groups head in different directions. Each has a single first mission. Clear the outer circle of guards, without rousing suspicion. I slink around, pressing against the wall and holding a finger up for the rest of the group to stop. I slowly draw out a dagger, aim and with flick of my hand, throw it straight into the guys neck and then sling another to disable the other guard. Stealing their weapons, we run past, bodies trampled under our carless feet. We make it around, meeting the other group whom Shavanti lead in front of massive double doors. I face the army.
My army.
I make eye contact with each and they look back with deadly resolve. I turn my gaze to Shavanti, who grins widely and then Hazel. She nods, smile playing on her lips. And so I turn to the doors, lift my head.
"They have no idea what is coming for them ladies."
And I smash the door down.
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Two daggers leave my hand immediately as a deafening roar resonates throughout the room. Yells erupts the men swivels to face us, only to be shot at. Many are not armed.
Power has made them weak.
I run my sword through a man, as the rest surge in, slashing and kicking. All doors are blocked with other women, blood on their hands already, a daring look on their face.
I find the King in the crowd and charge towards him, passing Shavanti battling three men at once and winning. Past Hazel who dealt a punishing kick to the man gut and slammed her rifle head into his head. Past women, fighting with a fire burning in their hearts. Someone slashes at the King, but he stabs his golden sword through her with a smirk. As he swings towards another, I block the strike, unsheathing both my swords. His eyes go wide as he recognizes me but his face glows a bright red.
"You," he growls.
"Hello again," I crackle, wicked and unforgiving.
"You think you are going to win." He laughs. "You are wrong."
"Considering you almost died by your own daughter, I would think my bet is well placed." His face twists and he attacks with a defense I have to concentrate against.
Our swords clash loudly, eyes locked, his alight with rage. My hands are slick with sweat, adrenalin pounding through my veins like venom. He smiled like he was just playing with me and starts to attack further, using moves only taught to royalty.
I switch to defense, just protecting myself from his deadly swordplay, raising the twin swords crossed to block a strike to my skull. Suddenly Hazel charges in, yelling with her hair flying, knocking him off balance to the floor. I quickly use this to my advantage, kneeling on his hands to keep him from moving as he struggles beneath me. I drop my swords on either side of him. My hand doesn't tremble as I draw a dagger.
His dagger that I took from Ida's wound.
The dagger that killed her.
And I press it against his neck.
"You couldn't," he says, victorious smirk twisted on his cruel face. I slam my other hand into his stomach.
"Ida was right. Your death is way too merciful." And I draw the dagger across this throat as his face freezes into shock. I laugh, tilting my head backwards, insanity laced into the sound. I take my dagger back and stand and survey the battle. We were winning with just a few men remaining.
We have won?
But the doors slam open again and new soldiers charge through. But I don't even flitch.
Because they are lead by two men whom I know fairly well.
Alan and Lupin.
And as they both slam to a halt, everyone in the hall freezing, my footsteps are the only sound in the room. I climb the steps on the dais, Kings head in one hand, his crown in the other. I stand before the throne and turn, facing the company.
"Your King is dead," I announce, I raising his head by his hair. I lift my head, eyes locked with Alan as I carelessly throw the head on a pile of bodies. I shift my look around the room and slowly lower myself on the throne, placing the crown on my head.
"And I am your new Queen. And anyone who would like to challenge this will face consequences that would put this battle to shame." My eyebrows raises, waiting for someone to try to fight me.
Instead, Alan drops to his knees, laying his sword before him. As does Lupin. Hazel follows, Shavanti, Mare, then the rest of the women. I stare down each of the soldiers as they kneel in front of me. And I sit on the throne, crown dripping the Kings blood on the floor, legs crossed, adrenaline filled grin taking over my mouth as they kneel before me.
"The King is dead, long live the Queen." Hazel shouts. Everyone repeats it.
"Long live the Queen."
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Trapped
Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
