Amelie
Falling should be an easy thing for me; I've fallen from a greater height than this before. But this time it's different. When I get back up, a feeling will rise through me, consuming me. This feeling... It cannot be stopped, but it can be delayed. A true warrior would never prolong their fate. With that in mind, I rise to my feet. Just as I expected, the feeling courses through me like a deadly illness. Defeat.
"You are brave, winged-one," the darkly-cloaked figure says, his voice making my skin crawl. "But perhaps too brave," he continues. "I would have thought that you would have brought the other two along with you. Maybe even your pet." His demonic eyes glare at my tattered wings and he lets out a sigh.
"This was my battle, not theirs," I shout. "You have defeated me... Now dispose of me."
He cracks a small smile. "You are not as brave as I thought," he says, taking a step forward. "You're a coward."
"I am not a coward," I say through gritted teeth. "You are the coward. You couldn't even fight me on your own!" I gesture to his army who are currently surrounding me.
"A fair point. I only said you were a coward because you are giving up."
"Giving up? I never give up."
"You told me to dispose of you," he points out, walking closer to me. He reaches out and touches my right wing.
I swish it away from him saying, "Don't you dare touch my wing!"
"Join me. My side, I mean."
The very idea of that makes me want to throw up. Although my situation is bad, I would never even think of such a horrendous thing! I would rather perish in flames than join his side. The enemy's side. How could he suggest something like that? He knows I wouldn't agree.
He wants me to fight him.
"If a fight is what you want, all you had to do was ask," I sneer.
"A fight? No." He moves so he's directly in front of me. "I want you to join me, Amelie. And I think I have something that will change your mind." He snaps his fingers.
To my right, members of the army step aside. Two guards walk through the newly-created gap. They're leading someone, dragging them more like. The body's face is covered with cuts and blood, as are his clothes. How could this person be of any leverage to me? The flash of emerald green eyes with flecks of blue makes me freeze - Aaron.
"Aaron-"
A bloodcurdling scream cuts me off. My face pales as I notice that the scream is coming from Aaron. Is someone hurting him?! I step forward but an army member restrains me. He stays strong and sturdy as I thrash about in his arms. I curl my wings in, afraid of them getting more damaged.
"I think we need to go somewhere and chat," the darkly-cloaked figure announces, searching through his robe. He pulls out a simple black scarf. "Blindfold her," he commands to a different army member, handing him the scarf.
He walks forward and wraps the scarf delicately around my head.
"Someone is being a good girl." Only because I don't want you to hurt Aaron, I think. "Is it done?" He asks to someone else. I can only assume they nodded because nothing more was said. "Time to go home."
There's an all-too-familiar growl, making me smile sadly. If only they'd arrived two minutes earlier...
END(:
A/N: Hey! So this is just a prologue of my new story! Please comment your opinions, I'd love to hear them!
- Amelia:-) xo
