He lets out a chuckle, the smell of his cigarettes was strong, my hand grabs the statue, and my right hand throws it to his head, causing blood to drip from his hairline onto the forehead, the sound of his head crashing to the floor, as he plunged backward.
Dashing upstairs, merely to find...
The Dark Queen, and Damian.
My body was weak, as the blood persisted leaking down my arm, the pain becoming unbearable by the second. But my head was held high, the war ought to conclude with them, and I'll be the one to end it. The door opens and there he is. Damian with the dark queen, waiting for me.
" Sister, there you are. You have no clue, how long we've been waiting for this. Everything's up to date.", he says with a chuckle.
"Cut the crap."
Damian chuckles hysterically. "That's not very ladylike of you, your majesty. "
My breathing was shaky, and my balance was off. I didn't look very ladylike today, but it didn't matter. Because today is the day, I finally put an end to it. The Final War.
"What are you talking about?"
Damian smirks. "Dear sister, this is the day, you die."
My mouth lets out a smirk, diverting my sights toward the Dark Queen, and it lets out a sarcastic line. "I preferred you blonde."
She chuckles and speaks. "I prefer you gone."
They start orbiting around me. How will I get out of this? Holding onto my bloody arrow, as they hold onto their sharp knives. I'll survive. I'll survive. I'll survive. They plunge towards me, their swords aiming for 3 parts. My stomach, my neck, or my weakened arm. But my legs quickly dodge each hit, compelling them to become hasty, as they quicken in their movements. "Two against one, that's not too fair, is it?"
"Since when did I like to play fair ?", Damian says, with a smirk, when Damian smirks. His body is at rest, and his alert system isn't as heightened. This is my chance. My legs dash towards the dark queen, my hand in her chest, her heart pumping in my hand, and my mouth descending into a smirk."Drop your sword."
Damian glances at his queen, then at me. Contemplating what to do, his mouth smirks and his body descends out the window. No!
Then my hand moves, my eyes shifting to the dark queen, observing as she tugs my hand, and falls to the floor. My mouth lets out a soft gasp, my vision focusing on the heart in my hand. I pulled out a heart, and Damian's gone. "What did I just do?"
To Be Continued...
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Six Red Curses: Book 1
FantasyShira Alder and her peasant brother, Damian lived in unity throughout their whole lives. But when Shira is chosen to be queen, something in her brother changes. He becomes distant and cruel. Does he want the crown for himself? What will he do to get...
