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Yacob sat in the pitch black, not sure if he was awake or asleep. He had been in here for so long that he no longer knew when was day and when was night.
Prologue The tale of Queen Ramona and the city of Vienna had been passed down so many centuries, nobody remembers whether it was just a myth or not.
I check my dress, yup all of the jewels are still sown in the hems. I hear people walking down the hallway. I close my eyes and fake sleep. The footsteps fade. Not the guards.
A shimmering indigo orb surrounded by a gleaming halo hangs from a delicate silver chain. A slim onyx knife hung by her side.
~ I don't know what to call this story, so at the moment it's going to be called 'Delicate'. If anyone reading this has any other title ideas please comment them they would be very much appreciated.
~I~ I stand in awe at the mess I've just created. Blankly facing the chaos in front of me, I push forward through the mob of soldiers to the front lines. "My captain, I am sorry.
Length: 377 words Once in a faraway land lived Princess Laura. She was very beautiful but the meanest woman ever. Her maid, Emma, was not very pretty but she had a troubled past.
My longest story yet; 631 words.
I didn't know what to say. What do you say when you've been lead to believe that your mother was dead all your life then to find that the Queen's sister was your mother. What was there to say.
Cheers, ring out loud Our royal colors fly They're your living proof Showing support of your reside. They don't know. I do.
Lina carried on watching me, thinking things through. Then she shook her head. "Let me go with you, Freya" She begged. I shook my head. "I can't, Lina.
"Are you okay, Freya?" Aurora asked. "Don't you remember. Reswart broke the spell years ago" She looked concerned, worried. I shook my head.
We followed Scarlip out of the stable and back into the room we had been in before. We went up the stairs and through the door at the top. It was a large room, with thrones at the end.
We took the stairs two at a time, rushing to get out of there. We ran down the corridor at the top and went through the door at the end. The door led into a room that looked familiar to me.
Charles was still laughing. He was starting to freak me out now, really scare me. It didn't help that I couldn't see him, and somehow I couldn't tell where he was in the room or how big it was.
It wasn't a sound that awoke him, nor a presence. It was precisely a lack of the afore mentioned that put him on guard. He was aristocratic with a strong jaw, a set of clear eyes and a firm body.
A young dragon called Sapphire Rose, Never fell for charms or rhyming pose, She guarded her princess' castle, While her sweet sapphire scales dazzle, A prince dragon from far away, Heard of her...
A lady of the court illegitimate daughter of the king. A marvelous upbringing, never out of sort.
Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked into a pie, But what we didn't know About the feast fit for a king The birds follow the Queen and obey And she summons...
#TheOpussTale These are dark times- the old Queen has been dead for almost a month now and Lord Soren is not pleased. I’m not too thrilled either, as his messenger, the man’s a psychopath.
Back in time, sipping fine wine, shoes shined. A jesters call, entertain me, watch me dine. Juggling, laughing at your struggling. Bells on your hat ringing, dancing, singing, pleaing.
#TheOpussTale I was running, through the woods, back to the palace from the Pixie Tree. The old Queen had been killed, and there were rumours of an elven mutiny.
"My lady," The Prince knelt, holding her pale hand to receive his tender kiss, "Please allow me the honour of escorting you across the courtyard." The Princess, with long curled hair to her hips and...
#household Paint hides many things. Spots and freckles Engagement rings. On the canvas we are concealed But there are few things That cannot be revealed.