"AND STAY OUT, YOU SKELETAL FREAKS!!" bellowed a voice from beyond the splintered doorway. At her feet, Jenna could see the remains of a shattered skeleton lying at among the broken bits of door. She cautiously looked around the doorway. Standing in the middle of a small armoury, stood a girl. Her blue dress bearing the human symbol was spattered in dirt, as were the long, green gardening gloves that she wore. On her feet were a pair of tough leather boots, and on her head was a silver crown. In her hands she clutched a large iron war hammer. She spotted Jenna.
"Are you here to help or are you just here to gawk?" she asked, her voice loud and powerful. She sounded like she was used to giving orders. Before Jenna could speak, Ty stepped in front of her.
"And who gave you the right to boss us around?" he asked with feet firmly planted. The girls face reddened.
"Excuse me? I am Marianna the Third. First born daughter to King Henryn himself!" she shouted angrily.
Before Ty could utter another remark, Blue shoved him out of the way.
"Look, Your Highness, we came here to assist the remaining guards in this palace in keeping out the undead, not doing everything the kings daughter wants us to do." he spoke with a slightly sarcastic tone. Marianna had enough.
"YOU SHALL ASSIST ME IN HELPING MY FATHER WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE WORMS!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She stood gasping for breath.
"Then why didn't you just say so?" asked Blue. A small smile was creeping up his face.
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In the Blade's Hilt |A tale from Triterra|
FantasyAll is well in the Tridom. Wars have stopped, the people are happy and money is flowing freely. It seems that everything is going to be fine. Except it's not. Unbeknownst to the denizens of the Tridom, an ancient evil is returning. An evil with d...
