War of Faeries

Chapter 42

I was being thrown around in the air. Lighting striking all around me. The force in which I am being thrown around is making me sick. I shut my eyes, hoping that will help with the churning in my stomach. But it doesn't, it just amplifies it.

This has to be it, right? The sweet relief of death should be coming soon, but it doesn't. Instead lightning comes. The lightning strikes me. Ripping through my body.

Eventually I black out.

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When I open my eyes I am covered in snow. It is falling lightly, I slowly sit up looking around. Trees are covered in snow and icicles. I bring a hand to my head, as I slowly sit up. With everything I have been through I am amazed that I can stand. But I have never been one to give up when my life is in danger, I have always been a fighter.

I take a staggering step forward, shivering as I do so. The cold has seeped into every fiber of my being. I take one step after another, hoping to find someone anyone. As I keep going forward the snow keeps building making it difficult for me to keep going.

I stop walking as an icicle falls from a nearby tree. The icicle hits the snow with a soft thud, I continue walking and another icicle hits the snow underneath it with a soft thud. The snow starts falling faster, making it impossible to see.

I shuddered at the cold, wrapping my arms around myself. The night ware I had on before everything started wasn't much. It was a simple silk night gown, and with everything the dress has been through it doesn't cover much any more. It is barely hanging onto my body and has a tear in the side which is gaping open.

The icicles keep growing larger and larger as I continue walking through the forest, and they fall faster and faster. Naturally I walk faster and faster through the forest, until an icicle falls and sliced my arm open.

The blood makes a mess on my dress. I wrap my hand around my cut, until another icicle slices my hand. Blood is now leaking out from under my hand and is dripping onto the snow, leaving a trail behind me.

I only stop walking when I come to a frozen lake. The only option I have is to cross the lake, or turn around and go back the way I came. But when I turn back towards the forest trees have grown over where I walked, blocking any entrance I would have.

I take a small step forward knowing this would only end one way. Badly. It would only end badly, but it is the only option I have. The only option I have in this hell hole I have come to live in.

The ice freezes my feet, numbing them instantly making it hard to walk. I keep walking slowly, careful to not crack the ice. But all the time and energy I have spent trying to keep the ice in one piece is for nothing. The ice cracks underneath my feet, and I am too far out to get back to the shore safely. The only option I have is forward.

So I do about the most careless thing in the world. I run, the ice keeps cracking and I keep running. The last thing I needed was to fall into the ice water. I reach the other side just as the ice breaks open, I sit in the snow taking a moment to catch my breath.

I watch as the frozen lake transforms before my eyes. The snow underneath me becomes gravel which digs into the palms of my hands. I stand on unsteady feet, and walk towards the building that is sitting in the spot of the lake.

I push the door open, and walk into a room full of metal sheets. I know I should turn around and go back, but I don't. Instead I take one step after another through the rows of sheets. The metal sheets start morphing and vibrating along the walls, I step to the side to avoid cutting myself on a sheet as it falls to the floor.

Just like the icicles the metal sheets fall to the ground faster and faster the farther I go into the building. A sheet slices my hand open as it falls to the ground. I look around but all there is in this building is metal. My other option I have is to rip the bottom of my dress off and tie it around my hand. With the current state my night gown is in there is no point in wearing it at all.

I pull the nightgown over my head and tie it around my hand, letting the blood soak into the garment. I keep walking hoping to find the end of this place, but instead all I find is more metal moving and shifting. I turn my head slightly to see if I can see the door I came through any more. Instead I am met with a wall of metal.

Literally all the metal that had fallen to the floor had molded itself together to create one massive wall blocking my path. I turn back around and start running towards the other side of the building. I was able to out dun the ice on the frozen lake, I might be able to out run this.

But no matter how fast I run, there is no where to go. I come face to face with another wall and no way out. The walls move closer and closer to me, making it so I can not move an inch. The metal melts and molds around my skin, covering me in a second skin.

I struggle against the metal even though is a useless feat. The moment the metal sheets start to fold and mold over my face I know this is it. This is once again one of those moments where I want the sweet relief of death.

Yet it never comes. Instead I am once again thrown into another deadly situation. Except this time it is one that I have already been through. I am back in the room of flame and smoke. Except this time I am awake to control the situation.