The Nameless Queen

The end of the end

The crowd of bowed heads created smooth pavement readying itself to be trampled.

"All hail her majesty the Nameless Queen," my subjects chorused in lame voices. I had started a new era where kings and queens didn't sit on the throne, but Gods. I would lead these people with the rules of the image that they had already designed for me. With danger, they had to feed themselves.

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A drowned party took place in the still blood-soaked throne room.

The echoey paint of my feet were alone in the hallway. The ounce floored castle was reduced to an empty shell of a forgotten world. My echoing feet found my way to the abandoned tower without coming across any unfaithful hierarchy. The only other life forms in the passageway where the shadow crawling maid, seen by only those who dare to look at the shadows. The muted sound of forced fun was covered by the sound of a cracked door opening.

The room was bare to the point of boredom. Its occupants, a fragile child, bare and unspecial as the room around her. Or one would think at first glance. But this child was anything but. She was the last survivor of the old word, the last reminder of a world burnt to ash. The last worthy women or anyone survive the attack on the castle.

I wouldn't strip this girl of her title because I could relate to that and this girl would be anything like me. She would grow and bloom into a flower with unparalleled beauty and kindness. She would become what the world stopped me from doing. She would take the chances and opportunities that should have been given to me.

She would be mine, and I would sculpt her into God's gift of light. She would be everything that I couldn't be. Everything that monarchies had stolen from me. That I should've been, but was broken before I could blossom into the spring of life.

"Hello sweetheart," I whispered in kindness, an emotion that was vague in my body. "Why don't you come with me and I will get you some new clothes and a hot bath, then we will see if we came to find you a bed. What do you say, honey? Would you like to come with me?"

The child shivered in the corner. "Will Bunny be able to come with me?" She was so small, so fragile. So petit that she hadn't yet reached her third summer.

"Of course darling, of course, he can come." If my heart had not to be burnt it might have melted. Melted my innocents of the gift.

"What is your name, darling?" I felt silly for not knowing this girl's name.

"Ummm... I don't know." She was frightened and scared and I felt shattered that this girl didn't even know her own name.

"That's ok. What don't I call you Zarly? It means gift in Harnabic." Because that was what she would be, a gift to the world.

"Okay," Zarly whispered.

This princess would be the spark to burn me to the ground, because someone had to stop me, and I was just making sure that it would take as long this time around. Some would say that only an idiot would create their demise. And that from now on I would be in danger. But that was the whole point. 

A\N

And that's the end, friends and enemies (It's better that ladies and gentlemen because it is gender inclusive).  This book toke me 398 days to write and I started just before my thirteenth birthday and I am now fourteen years old. And I must admit I go kinda bored in the middle but since the fourth chapter, I have always had the ending written. 

 So I hope you enjoy this book that was written out of spite because I was told that a twelve-year-old couldn't write a book. they were wrong.