Sandra, of course, didn't recognize him. She glared at him, knowing he was the leader of this army. The king breathed loudly, his armor shimmering dramatically. His horse stepped back about seven small spaces, snorted once or twice, and swiped it's foot on the dusty ground. The cloud of dirt floated around and got into its nose. It sniffed and shook its head, annoyed. Suddenly, it charged at Sandra. A smile appeared under Sandra's helmet and with that, she shot her force out. The king's horse hit it first, leaning forward. Since it leaned forward, the king's forehead hit violently. Both the king and horse fell the the ground, dead. Hazel banged against the bars, screaming bloody murder. Her father was dead. His helmet fell off as he fell off his horse, showing his identity. Sandra gasped and hopped off her horse, her boots squeaking. She kneeled down next to the king's shoulder and rubbed her thumb on his cheek. "My dear friend." she sighed, a tear trickling down her cheek like a raindrop. Sandra had just killed a close friend. Hazel sobbed, she wailed, pushing with all her might against the wall.
"Father!" she screeched.
Derek stabbed each man that rode past him. He was a very good solider. Hazel just wished he had noticed her at the window of bars and got her out like when they first met.
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasyOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...
