River of Resurrection

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This one is a little darker. It is the first short story I ever wrote. Only this is a newer and updated version. Enjoy!


"You know I don't want to do this." I can barely hear myself over the roar of the river far below me. The stars shine over the cliff wall.

"Then don't Beatrice."

"You don't understand! I have been offered something better that just second. I have a friend who

will make me first!"

I have always been second to my sister. Second favorite to our parents. Second favorite to our tutors. Second heir to our deceased parents throne. Second heir to the crown. After tonight, I will be first.

"Please don't do this Beatrice! I am begging you not to do this!" My sister? Begging?

"To late sister." Her face pales and fear crosses her eyes.

I push my dear sister off the cliff. I hear her scream as she tumbles off the cliff wall. I watch as her wavy, brown hair crashes into the water, followed by her unique, blue ball gown. It has to be a coronation for someone right?

"Zayne! Get over here!" I fake sadness in my voice.

"Yes, my princess?"

"We must tell everyone that my sister has decided to leave this world. That she was devastated by our parents' deaths, and she jumped off the cliff."

I can shock written on Zayne's face. "O- of course. We shall begone of this cursed place, my queen."

Zayne. He has always been sceptical of me. That's fine with me. He is the captain of the royal guard. He now must listen to me no matter what he thinks of me.

Two weeks pass after Zayne made the announcement of my sister's death. Standing on my balcony, I watch the villager's scrambling to prepare for my coronation later that evening. Dresses and jewelry that are usually in windows have been sold. There are barely any people in the streets now.

I hear the door the my room open. I remain where I am. "My queen? Are you ready for the end?"

I turn, confused at the maid's words. I see the last thing I ever expected. Looking the same as every other time I saw her. A dagger in hand, my sister scowls at me, preparing to kill me and claim her crown again.

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