I sprinted down the dark alleyway, my chocolate brown hair spilling out of my ponytail and brushing my face. I rushed into the hut and closed the door gently behind me. “Smurfo?'' I called out gently. I heard a deep sigh from the back of the hut. “Amara, what have I told you about knocking?” he shook his head again. “I don't need to knock, this is my house too!” I grinned and winked and Smurfo’s unamused face. “Amara you know this is not your home.” he was right. I did have my own house. But i couldn’t bring myself to go back. Not after the accident. 2 years ago, when i had just turned 16, the king and his guards burst into our house. They thought we were hiding secret weapons. My parents hid me away in our safe room, they tried to reason and protest and, despite their efforts, the guards still killed them. Luckily i stifled my gasp and they didn’t find me. My eyes watered up because of the memory and my face crumbled up with distaste. Surfo looked at me with pity even though i was giving him my best death stare. Ever since that day, i vowed i would destroy the wretched king. And that’s when i met Smurfo. He taught me the art of war and strategy and i was finally ready after two long years of waiting in vain. “Today's the day Smurfo.” i smiled solemnly, as if i already knew my fate. Smurfo nodded slowing “good luck” he grinned with a grim expression on his face. There's not really much more to say. I gave him one last determined nod, before shutting the door behind me.
Have you ever tried to hide a longsword up your skirt? If you haven't, I don't recommend it, maybe try a dagger. But before I could reach the gravel pathway to the Palace, someone grabbed me from behind and threw a sack over my head. Had my long sword limp giving me away? I should have stuck to the side bushes and stayed undercover. But just at these points all ran through my head, I fell unconscious. I woke up In a strange round TAB. But the water was... Warm? I've never bathed in warm waters. It was a pleasant feeling. But that wasn’t important. I had no idea where I was, I jumped out and glanced at my surroundings, it was so luxurious! {it was the 1970’s} i wrapped myself in a fluffy rectangle and stepped out of the room. I saw a kind faced lady who was waiting for me. Was i…. Dead? “Hello i'm Melissa, and i'll be your assistant.” she smiled warmly. Assistent? For what? Who did she think i was? I didn't realise i was staring until she coughed and spoke again. “Missus may i know your name?” she asked and i stared at my feet. “Uhmmm… it's… Amara.” I murmured, trying not to make eye contact. “What a lovely name! Lady Amara please do come this way.” she gestured to follow her. Lady? I was no lady… did she know that? “Melissa? Ever so sorry but i believe you're mistaken! I’m just a poor peasant girl.” i said running to catch up with her. She laughed gently “just wait and see dear” we walked up to a giant house that looked like a… castle. Was i in the castle walls? Had the king discovered my plan? I couldn’t decide what to do. But i continued to follow Melissa because i felt i could trust her. She led me to an extremely posh room. I was speechless. “Is this yours Melissa? You must be extremely well-known.” melissa laughed softly. “No Miss Amara it is yours!” i almost burst out laughing… Me? Of course not. This must be some kind of hallucination. Melissa lead me into a closet which was bigger than my house. She showed me a giant gown that look very beautiful. She left me alone to dress myself and told me to enter the show wardrobe afterwards. I walked i and gawked at the shoes that were almost as beautiful as the dresses. I stared my feet. What shoes could i possibly wear? So i walked out rocking some crocs, and nervously shuffled over to Melissa. “Do i look alright?” i mumbled under my breath throwing nervous glances at her. “Amara! You look beautiful!” I could feel my face flushing red. Melissa hurried me towards a large dining hall. “His Majesty will be here any moment.” She whispered into my ear before scuttling out of the room. I was left sitting unconformably alone in the giant room. I started at the ginormous wooden table that was covered in food. Some of the food I couldn't recognise. We were too poor to afford these luxuriously cooked foods. I figited with my fingers staring down at my lap. This dress was getting uncomfortable.
Finally he strutted in the room throwing open the giant doors, his cake billowing behind him. He was just as cold as the first time I saw him. He sat down next to me and tried to search my face with his icy blue eyes “you look better” he commented before he dug into his chicken. I cautiously picked up a strip of pork and stared at the knives and forks. What are these? I didn't know if it was polite to ask or if i should just guess. He paused to look up at me. “Just use the middle forks” he commented before gazing back at his plate. “So…. what am i doing here?” i tried to ask casually but i didn't know if he could sense the quiver in my voice. I felt my hands shaking as he replied, “I've been seeing you around for a while, i've decided i want you to be my wife.” i gulped and we sat in silence for a long time while i was awkwardly trying to use my utecials. I didn't know what to say. My mind was racing. If i was his fiance, he would be much easier to kill, wouldn't he? But before i could speak he asked a question, “What’s your name?” i knew i has to be careful, i couldn’t let him know. But before i could make up a fake name i blurted out “Amara Millar” i said before wanting to throw up my pork. “Do i know that name? Oh…” his face dropped as he stared at me. “I thought they had to children” he murmured as my eyes filled with tears. What could i do to regain his trust?
-3 months later-
Over the past couple of months i have been getting to know King George really well. He was actually quite polite. Although i couldn’t let that blind me. I knew what i had to do. The night had finally come. Our date for tonight has been scheduled. And i was determined to make it our last. I was in a shorter dress for quicker movement, and i cept up behind him. I was ready. But… i felt myself hesitating. Could i really do this? My hand trembled and i dropped my knife before collapsing to the floor and sobbing. Why couldn't i do it? Had i become to attached? Georges head whipped around before focusing on me. “Amara?” his voice cracked “im sorry, i’m so, so sorry.” i sobbed and i couldn't make eye contact. “It's alright Amara i thought something like this was coming.” he smiled sadly to himself. “But… why didn’t you do anything?” i was too surprised to carry on crying. He sighed deeply. “Because these months have been the best of my life. So i decided if that’s what you wanted to do… do be it.” i was in utter shock. Me? Did he really feel that way? “I predicted after i found out about your parents you would want revenge… but i never thought you would fall like this.” i slowing stood up and fell into his open arms. “I love you george.” i cried into his chest “i love you too Amara.” i smiled and resting his head on mine. And after that i didn’t care. That was the past. And i couldn’t let that hold me back. I pressed my lips to his for the first time and i finally felt happy. I looked deeply into his eyes and i was happy. My tears of joy just showed how i bloomed with happiness. I couldn’t believe it. My life could’ve been lonely and cold and filled with revenge. But i got the happy ending. And i was finally happy.
But that’s not how you thought it would end did you?
Smurfo’s P.O.V (point of view)
I was riding my giant lizard to save Amara. It has been a long time and i was worried. My lizard was bigger than his castle. it was a surprise Bradley wasn’t found. His foot crushed into the dining room. And aquashed them flat.
Whoops.
I really wish Bradley wasn’t so big.
But i hope they still lived a happily ever after in the stars.
