"Wo-WOAH!"
I lost control, and before I knew it, I was face down on the ground. Gravel and dirt were all over my face while surging amounts of pain went through my body. I couldn't feel anything but pain, yet I somehow mustered a little strength to sit up. I looked at the gravel ground, which burned as every part of my body leaned against it for support. Everything was a buzz, a blur. My ears constantly rang as I lost blood, making everything seem so muffled.
"My wings... I can't..." I peered behind me, one of my wings were cut off. No wonder I couldn't fly. My wings were the only thing that made me powerful against him. My hands covered in the blood of my kingdom, my people, and my brother, simply for them to watch me die to his reign of terror. I tried getting up. I put both of my hands on the ground and pushed myself up despite how much it hurt. I stood and then fell onto my hands and knees.
"No..." I looked down at the ground. Even with support, I was still shaking. I'm not going to win this battle, am I? I glanced up and saw my sister and brother. She was losing the fight. "This isn't it... It can't be it..."
"Why are you doing this?!" Sister cried out.
"What do you mean why?! You took away what was supposed to be MINE! I was supposed to rule both realms, not you!" Brother shouted furiously.
"Mother wanted her children, who possessed a genuine and passionate soul to rule! You don't possess any of that! You slaughtered thousands of our soldiers and friends for your amusement!"
"Well, then I guess I just have to get rid of you next!" Suddenly brother struck. His sword pierced through her heart. Her hands slowly grabbed his sword, tears formed in her eyes. Brother chuckled, "This is it." and let sister fall to her end."NO! This isn't it! It's not over!" I pushed myself up again and caught my balance. I quickly grabbed my sword and ran. I've never moved so fast. Despite all the pain, all I cared about was my sister. She was only mere seconds from hitting the ground. "No, she's gonna die." I quickly slid and caught her. Her golden tears and blood stained the battleground as I held her. My tears stained her clothes as I held up my sword to put a protective barrier over us, and everything went blank.
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DeathTrap
FantasyLana, lives in the ordinary world we live in, with the problems we deal with, except she has a huge responsibility on her shoulders, to rule the underworld after her mom passes. But it's all put to a halt when her older brother appears, threatening...