The cast iron gate clanged shut, denying her entry. She stared up at the twelve-foot giant standing guard, as a solitary tear rolled down her wet cheeks.
"Why, why now?" she whispered to herself, as she trudged back into the misty forest.
The battle had raged nigh on seven years and yet, there seemed no light at the end of the tunnel. Or even a tunnel, for that matter. The mighty but stubborn prince refused to drop the blindfolds and see, really see. An amicable alliance with the Pulchrans would put an end to this bloody carnage and complete loss of morality.
Something caught on her hem, sending her stumbling head first into the murky swamp. A fallen branch nicked her neck on her way into the slimy pools of algae. A silent calm swam over her eyes, her fingers and toes tingling.
"Oh no, Drende poison... I have thirty six seconds left before this reaches my heart... Must. Get. Up."
She could feel herself drifting dreamily atop a fluffy cloud over the mountains, looking down on the puny humans with their petty wars causing pointless strife, running amuck with their tiny daggers and howling like the great warriors they never were.
[unfinished]
"Why, why now?" she whispered to herself, as she trudged back into the misty forest.
The battle had raged nigh on seven years and yet, there seemed no light at the end of the tunnel. Or even a tunnel, for that matter. The mighty but stubborn prince refused to drop the blindfolds and see, really see. An amicable alliance with the Pulchrans would put an end to this bloody carnage and complete loss of morality.
Something caught on her hem, sending her stumbling head first into the murky swamp. A fallen branch nicked her neck on her way into the slimy pools of algae. A silent calm swam over her eyes, her fingers and toes tingling.
"Oh no, Drende poison... I have thirty six seconds left before this reaches my heart... Must. Get. Up."
She could feel herself drifting dreamily atop a fluffy cloud over the mountains, looking down on the puny humans with their petty wars causing pointless strife, running amuck with their tiny daggers and howling like the great warriors they never were.
[unfinished]
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