To say there was people everywhere was a understatement,the place was absolutely crowded, and to put it to fact, these people are all people It had seen in the market area. Gasps could be heard all around as It's own sense of fear started to set in. She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and continued to walk towards the throne.
"The authority of the squire is not an account to my being." It speaks, her words not waving an inch.
The King looks at It, his dark eyes boring into her seeming to do nothing but make her skin crawl.
"And what authority of ground do you stand on?"
It gives him a smile, her senses beginning to pick up in the wildest of ways.
"The light of the dark, my own."
Guards learch forward and pin her to her knees on the ground.
"So you are Italia?"
The king stands, his son rising with him.
It's breathing is hitched and off course, he hands set in balled fists at her sides.
"The one and only," she speaks through gritted teeth.
It's brain is running fast, relying to get her out of the situation she put herself in but can be reversed.
"You have come to drain and I correct?"
"Draining is not my intent."
She forcefully sends shocks through the the guards that are holding her down. They stumble back so she takes the chance and crests a invisible protection bubble around herself.
"To drain is to decease, I am just here for Thispan."
Wait wait what, wasn't This back at the shack with the crude ones? Oops, cliff hanger.
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FantasíaShe ran. Because that's all she could do. This world isn't like what you know. It's different, horrid, and filled with terror. If you can live with all the terrible things you've done and will do, you might just make it, if not, don't expect to be t...
