Yay! Only THREE more chapters left! Expect them to show up sometime later today! I am determined to finish this! Have confidence in me because I'm not sure I have confidence in myself! :/ Please VOTE and COMMENT as this is in the Watty Awards if I finish it in time! Thanks! I love you all!
~Britski
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I shuddered as Easton scooped me up into his arms. For some reason, it didn't occur to me to fight back. I attributed it to some level of Easton's dark magic.
His emerald wings unfurled behind his back and he flew speedily through the palace, all the way back to the ballroom that I had just previously escaped. The dancers didn't even notice us as he flew me as high as possible in the tall room. He shifted me in his grasp so that I was dangling from his hands by my wrists. He chuckled darkly as a woman screamed and the rest of the party goers began to notice.
My wrists and arms began to burn as I hung from his grip. Where was Westley when I needed someone to save me?
"Easton! Let her go you fiend!" Westley shouted as he pushed his way through the crowd. People gaped in awe as Westley's deep violet wings unfurled behind him. He grabbed a glass bottle from a nearby waiter and smashed it against a table, creating and jagged make-shift weapon.
"Be careful what you say, cousin!" Easton taunted from above, loosening his grip on one of my wrists. "I'd be all too happy watching your bride splatter against the floor. She's caused my quite a bit of trouble!"
"Why you!" Westley growled as he thrust himself into the air with a powerful leap. He soared around us in circles, unsure what to do. His crude weapon dripped dark red wine onto the floor below as the once joyous people scattered in fear, trampling their companions as they raced toward any exit available.
"You know what I want, Westley! You cannot win! You are surrounded! Surrender and hand over the book!" Easton yelled loud enough for the whole assembly to hear despite their shrieks of horror. The people below suddenly changed direction and scrambled into a huddle in the middle of the room as they were herded by grotesque, battered toys carrying evil looking weapons.
It was in this moment of desperation that a single brave man wrestled a sword from a nearby Barbie a proceeded to dispatch several of Easton's minions. Despite his valiant effort, the toys managed to subdue him and hold him captive on the ground. However, that one man's actions made something click in everyone's minds. They suddenly seemed to realize that this was serious, and they needed to fight in order to survive.
"For the Princess! For Prince Westley! For us all!"
The cry rang out against the silence, a stark contrast to the quiet. Then, all havoc broke lose. Men smashed bottles and glasses, chairs and tables, using anything to fend off the friendly looking minions. Women converted hair pins, earrings, and food into their own style of messy fighting. The battle made its way into the sky as some of the monsters began to float.
Whenever one person was struck down, another rose up to take his or her place and friends of the fallen would rush to move the wounded to the side of the room where a make-do hospital had been constructed. It was horrid, yet beautiful, looking like something straight out of a painting.
Due to the traffic that now cluttered the room, Easton was forced to shift me back into the cradle position. By this time though, my mind had returned to me, and I was more than ready to put up a fight.
I reached back for one of his wings, caught hold, and pulled, smiling when I heard a satisfying rip and a girl-like shriek of pain. He let fo of me and we began to fall toward the ground. Easton chuckled as his wings flashed back into one piece. He soon flew back up to fight Westley while I kept on falling!
