She was a soldier and the long lost Queen of an underwater world.
When her war is finally over and she is crowned Queen she tasks herself with the mission of creating allies with the people her great grandparents turned away from. Her people didn't...
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I couldn't help but play the weightless feeling in my head over and over. My stomach dropped as I felt my hair flow into my face. It was a different feeling from using the ODM gear. I trusted Jean. I was excited when he suggested it.
That. Being pushed? Was terrifying. No. Different.
I think in my head, I pictured spikes at the bottom prepared to kill me. I wasn't ready to die. Not yet.
I was even more surprised when instead of spikes, I fell into arms. Relief surged through me until I was pushed into a bag.
Darkness was my friend.
Until I was dropped, rolling out of the bag like a sack of potatoes. Merchandise. Something for sale.
"The reports don't lie," the man before me spoke.
For some reason, the anger within me swelled. I stood my mouth opening to speak, however before I could even retort it seemed I was hit all at once. My head was throbbing as my back hit the ground, my wrists began to burn and my ankles were aching suddenly heavy with something.
Soon I realized why I was here.
In the span of two hours, I'd been sold like food and tossed into a glass prison it seemed.
That's where I was now.
The room was dark, save for the light hung over the top of my cage. I could hear laughter, it sounded like they were mocking me.
"The queen made her seem like some warrior," someone commented, scoffing as I leaned my head back, closing my eyes.
I was wondering why I wasn't panicking. I hadn't been this mistreated since I was 8 and I escaped with the skin of my teeth. So why wasn't I terrified?
Was it because I knew this is where I really belonged? Locked away.
Why couldn't I just... fight back?
Why was I so trusting and so kind? How had I been able to keep up this facade for so long?
It seemed as if my emotions were locked away. This is what I really feared. Being so emotionless, nothing fazes me anymore.
I heard the smack of someone's lips, "This is boring, make her cry or something."
I knew just sitting here wouldn't be enough for them. They liked pain, so maybe I could give them a little taste.
From somewhere the wall opened and I scrambled to the closest corner, my almost torn dress folding around me my arms now cold as a draft came through. There were two men and the same woman as before. She was holding a knife and she flipped it almost teasingly. As she stalked forward, I could see the sadistic smile form, "I've always wanted to meet the King, but I guess you'll have to do," she spoke her voice sultry as she leaned forward.
