"This Princess doesn't bow"
From a young age Isolde has always felt she did not belong in the world. Lost and alone she doesn't know how to fit in to her role as the Princess. Her sarcastic personality doesn't belong in a girl of her status and when...
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"The ocean is our savior"
58|THE HAUNTING PAST
The girl slowly is losing consciousness quicker than her savior can come, if he will come for her. Isolde does not know if he will be able to find her and get to her in time before her life will fade away from her. She lets out a shaky breath as she forces her eyes to stay open. Not it would do her much good for her vision is pitch black either way. Without knowing that a dark sand creature has spotted her and is headed towards her. With the only intention of ending her life here and there where she sits.
If the cold does it not, then the creature will. Isolde's body is far too weak from the cold and the exhaustion is heavy on her, she would never be able to defend herself. Within her mind, she prays to everything that she knows that the man that she loves will find her. For Isolde's whole life, all she has had to depend on is herself. Now, she does not any more. She has someone else that she can put some of her darkness on, and in return he will protect her from that very darkness and she shall protect him with all her might.
Noticing this movement down the hallway, the girl gasps. The darkness hides much, but within that darkness, she can see this slightest bit of movement. Far too much to be just her dying imagination. Isolde's body forces her to use the wall behind her to lift herself up. That movement can only mean death and she will fight to the very end if she has to. She lets out a hiss from the cold and the intense pain hat runs through her. Cursing at her human body and cursing him for being so late and not there already.
"Attacking an unarmed woman in the darkness, such cowardice" She speaks through her cold. Her body is shaking from the freezing cold that has taken over her. Footsteps she can hear, and movement her eyes have spotted. How long until the silent predator will reach her, she will not know until it is too late. Isolde's hands hold nothing to defend herself but herself, and she will use that until she falls down to her knees and takes her last breath. Her body is a weapon that she has trained to use since she was a young child.
The creatures does not speak nor do anything but walk towards her with a sword, prepared to stab her and end her life. For the second time, these sand creatures will take her life in the same way. The pale green eyed girl may not know what had happened before, and she may not know that she had died by the hands of those creatures but she is willing to fight with all that she has. Despite the cold that has sunk its claws inside her body and refuses to let her go for anything, she will fight.
Then, her eyes see it. The darkness might be around her but she sees that creature as plain as day. The dark creature may use the dark to shield itself form he vision, but she sees it. She sees a sword that is raised. The creature however stops at her body and stands there. Confused, Isolde looks at the creature that appears to be frozen in its spot. Her weak body stands there shocked. "No bravery, of course, I knew that. You cannot kill me" She speaks. Not certain herself why she is not dead on the ground by the hands of the creature in front of her that has stopped.
