Sandy was blinded. Her short hair was tangled with thorns, and when she raised her hand to brush them away, all that happened was that the thorns twisted around it like a bracelet.
All she could see was shapeless black fog. Are the rumours true? But they can't have reached the palace, surely. She pushed her doubts away, and for a moment the fog cleared. She was standing in a barren wasteland. She was the only life for miles around. There was no water, and Sandy doubted that it would rain anytime soon; certainly not before she'd die of starvation or thirst.
At least I'm not dead yet, she tried to comfort herself. I still have a chance.
The fog reappeared, and swirled into the form of a hooded figure. This is it. But the figure, fog, whatever, reached into what appeared to what appeared to be the inside pocket of its robes... and brought out food.
It smiled cruelly. "We won't starve you. You're not going to die. Count yourself lucky, little Princess."
"You can talk!?" Sandy stuttered, then brought her hand to her mouth in terror.
"Yes, we can talk. Eat up."
I thought you killed your captives. "But, can't I just... walk away?" She wasn't in any form of imprisonment; the Darkness didn't seem to care what happened to her.
"Oh, no. You won't escape." The 'thing' said smugly. "You're in an illusion. Mirrors... An unmistakable trap of insanity. You'll lose your mind before escaping from here."
"Then just kill me!" Sandy cried. "How long will I be here."
"Not forever. You're lucky, little Princess Sandy. Lucky you're royal, else, you certainly would be dead."
"How do you know my name?"
But the thing ignored her. "One day, you'll be worth billions."
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Sword
FantasyFlora is fed up. She's been used to the life of a princess, where all anyone cares about is protecting her, and finding her a prince. But she knows it's not her. When the strange Darkness that's been plaguing her country comes to her city, she finds...
