A Friend For The Insane

Chapter Fourteen: Cold, Colder, Yet Colder

I'm so sorry, writers block hit me hard along with a lot of other things. I'm still going to write this story, just will probably take a lot more time to get a chapter set up.

Also, I'm thinking about posting this story on another site, like maybe Ao3 or something, but we shalt see. Anyways, I'm holding you up from seeing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy (if you're still here vote and comment if ya want) and have a good day!

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Fornora, giggled to herself, as she swung her arms at her sides: she'd been wandering around this mansion for some time now, and during that time, she thought over how she would kill. Throughout her thoughts, she came across a sheathed sword, she unsheathed it and looked at the blade. Its edge was sharp yet rusted. Its handle was rough pine wrapped with a now fraying leather strip.

Fornora put the rusted sword at her side: it could come in handy.

The blade strapped to her side, she walked down corridor after corridor.

Fornora stepped out onto a catwalk-type area.

In front of her stood two figures, one was tall the other was short.

Queen and Ralsie.

A devilish grin crept onto her lips.

"Fona!" Ralsie said.

Fornora's eyes squinted and her smile dipped down in irritation, Queen gave her a funny look.

"I was just telling Queen here about my castle" Fornora tilted her head "- oh right you don't know about that. . ." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Anyways!" He started, "Kris is at the fountain. . . I know you don't know us much, but for the record I trust you."

She didn't know why he said that, but she didn't care either.

He was just another obstacle in her way.

"You should go talk to Kris, seeing as you're both human and all"

Fornora's smile grew soft, a devilish touch to it: she hadn't considered herself human, frankly, Kris might not be either, she didn't really care.

She pushed past the two.

"She's an odd one isn't she?" Fornora heard Queen mutter.

"I don't know, she seems different from when I first saw her"

Fornora gritted her teeth and kept moving.

She couldn't explain how much she wanted to gut the goat.

Eventually, Fornora came upon a dark room.

Feet away from her was a huge wave of what could be mistaken for rising water. The spout shot from the ground and the higher one looked up the more one would knew that it didn't stop.

It was then that she heard a clinking of metal.

She watched as a red cape disappeared into the fountain.

A cold chill ran through the air, ice and snow fell like diamonds from the blackness around her.

Feet away from the fountain, a frozen form was seen.

As Fornora got closer, she was able to make a porcelain face in the ice.

Her fingers gently traced the curves of it.

He'd been frozen in mid confusion.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't feel a pang of sadness, but this was no place for such sympathies, nor was she a person who wished to feel that.