My eyes examine the area surrounding me; the waterfall with strings flowing energetically with passion, each string delicately placed to flow simultaneously creating a draft of wind that freshens up the atmosphere and small drops splashing as they crash onto the surface feeding the wildlife surrounding it.
This place is magnificent, and I want to experience and see all of it so, so bad. But I know that I have to follow my plan since I have a deadline of three days before my mom goes ape shit on my ass. Which is a highly unrealistic deadline, but one can only hope that everything goes according to plan... But what exactly is the plan now? I think that I may have severe dementia because I can't remember a single thing from the plan and all that is in my knowledge at this very moment; is how excruciatingly tired I am. Maybe if I ask them nicely, we can all take a small nap right here...the grass looks very soft and comfy, I think thirty minutes will do.
My eyes survey the entire area thoroughly searching for the best place to possibly rest since my entire body, limb to limb was aching. But I am very well aware that no one is going to agree with me that a bit of rest would be a good idea since none of us know this new strangely beautiful place, but false hope is still a form of hope. As my eyes slowly continue working around the place a small tug on my hand pulls me straight back to reality, and the feeling of ice creeping up my veins fills my senses. My eyes stop their journey only to look down and find out that he has removed his hand from mine, and the small feeling of longing fills my chest.
My thoughts crawl away from him and the realization of how excruciating cold it has become fills me and it is definitely not just because he removed his hand, because the air surrounding us has shifted. Slowly small smoke clouds started to from show themselves each time I exhaled.
Almost acting on instinct my hands move to wrap around my body to keep out the cold and draw in some bodily heat, but before they can reach my middle and fulfill their task, small goosebumps start their trail along my skin as someone aggressively pulls me to the side. Strong arms surround my stomach and a hand creeps around my mouth preventing any sound to escape my mouth. Pure panic takes hold of my body as the realization sinks into my core. Who is holding me? Why are they holding me. Acting on instinct I carefully turn my gaze to meet the eyes of the person that grabbed me, and I am met with the eyes of Aires staring back at me. Before I can ask any questions he signals with his eyes that whatever the reason for me to be behind the rock, in his arms is right ahead. My eyes slowly make their way away from his and to whatever can be behind the rock. My eyes vision runs around the scenery but abruptly stops when I see all of my friends hiding at the opposite side of the area . Confusion fills me as I have no idea why we are hiding and why he has his filthy hands around my waist and over my mouth . Just as I was about to shove my elbow into his stomach the sounds of harsh footsteps fills the deathly quiet air.
The sounds becomes louder and more demanding and it shoves pure panic into my being because I have been told of all of the horrid creatures that roam this realm. And if I am honest I have no desire to meet any one of them. My eyes cling shut wishing for whatever or whoever is out there to just leave and for all of this to be over, but those wishes are rudely denied as the harsh pang of pain cowers into me and a loud cry escapes from my through justifying the sudden pain that captured hold of me, and suddenly I am clinging for dear life into this unknown creature praying for all of this pain to stop. Please stop.
My thoughts run wild and erratic as I am suddenly greeted by raw panic. I slowly draw my thoughts from the pain that surrounds me and silence my screams as my mind runs back to the memories of my older brother teaching me just how to defend myself. In and out. I just have to breathe and slow down my mind, I have to stay calm. The memories of me twisting in my brothers arm and dragging him down to the floor floods me, and I send those instructions to my body to escape this aching pain. Acting on demand my entire being starts twisting at an inhumane speed and my arm catches hold of the creatures throat and removing all the air from his lungs. My body jumps on its middle and my dagger claws from my pants up to his throat to demand why he was attacking me, but to my surprise as my eyes draw down they are met with the eyes of a man.
Shock clouds his eyes and before I can make my demands the sound of bows readying and swords being drawn fills the air. Shit . My hands releases the dagger as I now stupidly realize that the entire area is blocked off by men in shiny uniforms clothed with faces that promises death and pain.
My eyes widen and my hands make their way up in the air dropping the dagger I was previously holding, signaling that I am indeed surrendering. My legs slowly move away from the one who was just beneath me rising me to the air. My hands calmly remain in the air and my eyes run towards my friends find their way next to me and mimic my movements. Because we all might not be the brightest or smartest, but we know damn well that there is no way that we are going to be able to stand our ground and fight these men and walk out victorious or alive.
Fuck, there goes our plan, which might not be that bad since I don't even remember the plan to begin with. But what did we honestly expect? To run off to a new realm, set off an ancient portal and not be caught? Panic returns to me and the feeling of bile fills my throat. Suddenly my thoughts are snapped to a halt and the group of soldiers open a small gap, that allows a large male to walk through. Is he their general? Is he going to kill us for treason? Will he lock us up? Will he take us to the castle? Or will he make us go back?
The soldiers close the gap that previously allowed the big man to walk through. Please don't kill us. His posture straightens and a demanding voice erupts from his throat as he raises a question towards me," Who are you?".
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Deceiver's Throne
FantasyIn a world full of politics and power, Isabelle must master the art of deception to survive. When lies become her only form of truth, when they are all that she knows and lives by she must navigate her way to the whole truth. She is a princess by bi...
