The iron shackles binding my raw wrists and ankles creaked as I walked, the ugly sound echoing in the long bare corridor. Pure, black rage thrummed and pulsed inside me like a second heartbeat.
Yes, I had saved my sister from her appalling fate, but I would never be satisfied until that disgusting excuse of a king stopped breathing, the same king that had ordered my immediate execution.
That's what he did, take innocent families from their homes that were unable to pay their taxes on time, and end them.
Good thing I had hidden my sister away in time.
The large oak doors opened noisily on rusty hinges, revealing the man on the throne, and several soldiers stationed around the spacious room.
My head slammed against the solid block of concrete and I let out an involuntary scream.
A glimpse of silver flashed in my peripheral vision and my petite figure convulsed in fear.
Taking a deep breath, I readied myself for what was about to happen.
My last thoughts were of the reason I was kneeling here in the first place- my most loved and prized possession. My-
And then the memory ended.
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~Leah
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The Girl I Once Was
Short StoryFlorence Blackwood was human once. She had a family, friends and a place to call home. But a long, long time ago that joy was ripped from her unsuspecting grip. Now she roams her death-place in despair, longing to reclaim what was once hers. Then o...
