"This is it, child," her mother said calmly as the child wept. She handed the princess the mighty sword, then she placed it above her father's grave that rested below the dungeons of the castle, "The sword will let us know when it is time to fight our next battle. Now, come." She took her daughter's hand and guided her away from her husbands grave, a single tear rolling from her eye.
"How will we know?" The child asked as they climbed the stairs, leaving her father's body to rest.
"Your heart will know," her mother said, pulling her into a gentle hug, "but don't be eager."
They entered the castle to find a strong wind blowing through the large doors. The queen was lifted into the air, a dark force tightening its grip on her neck, "Mother!" The child screamed as tears streamed down from her eyes. The child looked around but saw no one. She stepped back and took a deep breath, concentrating on her mother. A quick light flashed through the castle, like lightening, and she opened her eyes to see a dark figure hidden beneath a hooded cloak, his hand held high, strangling her mother, "Who are you?" She yelled, darting towards him and attempting to pull down his hood.
The figure pushed her off of him with great force, leaving her on the floor of the castle as he dropped her mother. The child ran to her, dropping onto her knees and cried, "Why have you done this? This murder!" She turned to look at the emptiness beneath the cloak. The darkness had no face under the horned hood, "Who are you?" She shouted, rising to her feet, but not daring to move any closer, "Why have you taken my parents from me?"
The young princess was thrown across the room and slammed into the castle walls. Blacking out, when she woke she had been transported into the castle dungeons. Her wrists were chained to the stone wall.
"Master," the voice pleaded through closed teeth as he was forced to kneel before the horned king, his wrists tied together with chains, "If I may ask, how did you come across my dagger?"
There was a long, silent pause before the horned king spoke, but, when he did, his deep voice echoed through the castle walls, shaking the ground, "I made it," and in a way of mocking the man, added, "Dearie."
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The Light in the Dark Kingdom
FanfictionFor ten years, the dark one is held a prisoner by the Horned King, the creator of his dagger and his power. There is only one person known to be able to destroy the dark man who stole the throne of Prydain, the Princess. She was thrown into the dung...
