Into the Abyss

this was a short story i had to write for my language class, so i had to use some weird words (it was required); so enjoy.! xx-kali

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part 1:

They ask me again if I am the ruler of Ottawa. I know my answer is crucial to my survival. I think I am beginning to exasperate my captors. I know I should tell them who I really am besides the pleading looks I’m getting across the room from my lady-in-waiting, Jane. She is also my best friend! See these mercenaries marched into my beautiful country of Ottawa, and destroyed everything in their way, creating a country wide fiasco. They burned down my castle and captured Jane and I. Can you believe that they had to come and capture me the day before I meet my prince? Now he is going to show up to a destroyed land, and no princess. So I tell them,

“I am Princess Kennedy West, Heiress to Ottawa. It is my heritage to rule this land, since there is no male heiress alive. Now please let me go, I demand it.”

Jane looks very pallid after I said this. What have I done?

They are pushing me into some form of a line; I have never been pushed in my whole life. I can see that Jane is trying to protect me, but we should just do what is asked of us, right now. I don’t know how many days we have been walking, but there are now holes in the bottom of my shoes. Oh my I finally see our destination… the Land of Defect (as I like to call it) this is a very terrible country. This is where the terrorists live, they call themselves the Comen! Ha what a name! It finally befalls to me that I may die.

It have been two months since we arrived here in the Land of Defect! And they have made us their servants, and we reciprocal the work, since it usually too much for only one of us to do. I am usually the server for their meals and housework, because Jane refuses for me to do the hard outside labor. She said she preferred it, but I knew she was just doing that to help me out! Bless her. I do try to rationalize with her, but she won’t budge.

Their food here looks amazing; their chefs garnish all their foods very fancily. I love it, but I don’t get that food, we get the scraps. One day while serving their meals, I overhear their conversation; it sounds something like a parable. Wait a parable? These people have morals? Really, because I don’t think so, with them holding me captive against my own will! Uh-oh, while I was overhearing the conversation, I was negligent and I spilled the gravy on the head Conmen, Mr. Alan Ringwood! He jumped up because it burning hot and he started yelling at me in the languages he knows, which are a lot! I can’t take it; I just want to go home! The

Conmen drag me, because I am inert, and I give up, to the abyss. I look over the edge all I see is darkness. And one little push and I’m over the edge, falling into the abyss. Falling, air rushing past my ears, heart pounding, these are the things I hear. I am finally wondering when I am going to hit the ground, but it seems too far away. SLAM, I hit the ground with a thud, that I am sure they can hear it up there, because they are laughing. But I didn’t hit hard packed earth like I thought I would I hit a soft mattress thing instead. It take a moment or too for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I look around and see I am on a circular mattress, of sorts, and I seem to be in the middle of it. The weird thing is I am the only thing down here.

A few months pass, and I am oblivion to what is happening above me, I hear a lot of screaming recently. But no one will find me, I know that. I found a shoot that comes from the kitchen and I knew the chef liked me. Because I have been surviving off of the food he sends down to me! Bless him, too. It is damp and cold down here. Thank goodness someone threw a makeshift blanket down into the abyss, or I would have froze to death. It is very lonely down here, I might be losing my mind, but then I think of Jane, and the Chef, about how strong they are being! So I must be strong to!

The next day, I hear a slap of something hitting the walls again and again. It must be swinging, and it is getting annoying, so I finally wake up! And to my surprise it is a rope, and it looks handmade but it is an opus! I think I hear Jane calling my name from above, oh my gosh, I am losing my mind! Then I hear a manly voice shout out,

“Princess Kennedy West? Are you down there? If you are, shake the rope then hold on! I’m going to pull you up! Okay?”

Oh my gosh, am I getting saved? So I run to the rope shake it with all strength I have in me! I then hear,

“Oh My Gosh, please Prince Luke pull her up, I don’t know how long she can hold on!” Jane replied, very excited.

He pulls me up from the abyss; I vow to destroy this thing once I am better. Once I am in hand-reaching-distance, I know I am safe!

“How did you find me? Who are you? Oh thank you Jane!” I said to Jane and this prince named Prince Luke!

“I am Prince Luke, are you Princess Kennedy?”

“Yes, I am!” I replied

“Please Princess, we must leave now. This country is at war with itself, it has fallen! And we came to rescue you, before we leave! So hurry, into the carriage.” Prince Luke said to me.

But I couldn’t walk any farther, for I was very weak, and I fainted.

I woke up in a castle, strange from my own! I woke up with Jane and Prince Luke beside me, looking worriedly down at me! It takes a few weeks for me to fully regain my strength. Then over the course of the next year I oversee the rebuilding of Ottawa, with Prince Luke beside me. This was the worst experience of my life; I will never let Ottawa be run over and destroyed again! I owe Jane and Prince Luke my life! Thank God for putting them in my life!