Clashes of swords against brittle armour fills my ears.
My enemies infiltrate the palace.
"Lucas! With me!" I yell to my brother.
He whips his head towards me and runs to my side.
"What's the plan?" He asks, breathless.
"The plan is to win."
"Oh goody. Nothing could go wrong with such a thought out plan."
High above, our rebellion's bright red banner sways in the wind, taunting my father.
And as I watched my soldiers fall, I feel rage overcome me. Blood mixed with gritty, filthy dirt.
I mean, come on, I am too pretty to be this dirty.
Vultures would have a feast with the bodies lain on the floor.
I know I am quite the snack but I prefer to be the predator not the prey.
I feel a drop of sweat trickle down my forehead and then behind my ear, getting lost somewhere.
My anger takes control of my body and my actions.
Until, I feel something whoosh above my head, then hear the sound of a gun echo around me, my heart temporarily stops for a second as the suffocating silence takes over me.
My ears are still ringing from the blast. Where is the shooter?
I thought this battle was swords only.
I glance around in every direction... more guns shoot around. I fall in one motion to the ground, and start to look for the gunman.
That's when I hear it, heavy feet marching across the ground. And then I see him, the one this is all for.
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The Queen Of Eternity
FantasyUNDER HEAVY EDITING Love. That's a strong word. It breaks you into a million pieces yet somehow manages to put you back together. Power. Self explanatory, isn't it? Who doesn't want power? But power makes you do things that seem psychopathic until y...
