“_There once was a girl drenched in black,_
_From her head to her toes all colour did lack,_
_She dawned a smile as wicked as a cats, _
_And …”_
“Who do we have here?”, the writer asked the reader.
“I wondered when you’d find _my_ story, amongst the 100 others”.
“It’s lonely where I am, and dark. There’s a sliver of light that run down my sight, I hear chattering and typing as minds delight”. ...
She was already packing her bags, the note was written and her locket he had given her with it. It sat on the desk at the far side of her chambers.
She was leaving and she wasn’t coming back until she was strong enough to defeat the _king_.
It had been a week since Nila awoke from her nightmare, shaking, sweat dripping from her and Orif calmly cooing her back to sleep.
He was good to her, too go...
She looked up just as the tip of his sword was swinging through the air towards her, a second later and she would be gone. She lunged to the right and landed on the cold concrete with a crushing sound. She winced, a pool of thick red liquid trailed beside her. Blood. She couldn’t see where it was coming from, the bodies were too many. Could it be Leo, maybe Noel or Niffer or Ren. NO- She didn’t wa...