The Mist

warrior

 

The mist shrouded the girl as she silently inched her way down the snow covered path. A mask stretched across her face, allowing only her piercing eyes to be seen, while her slender figure was sheathed entirely in black. The sound of the whistling wind snaked through the canyon, blanketing the terrain in an eerie atmosphere.

“Almost…there…” she whispered to herself, struggling to move forward. Her shaking fingers crept to the willow basket hanging on her arm, almost empty and without the abundance of food that her aunt had packed 5 days prior. Unfortunately, the empty basket wasn’t the only reminder of her lack of food – her stomach had been aching from hunger for hours.

She was on this journey. Alone. The forest through which she traveled was rumored to be thick with thieves and evil men. The frail-looking girl brushed these fearful thoughts from her mind with a shake of her hooded head. What was waiting in store for her was most assuredly worth trampling through the thick snow, sleeping on the cold ground, and running from –

A faint rustle shook the nearby bushes, reaching her finely tuned ear. She whirled around, her dark clothes swirling in the frigid air. Her numb fingers crept to her sword as she called out, “Who’s there?”

A deep voice snarled back, “Your worst nightmare.” Suddenly, two men in black leaped out from the bushes. Light gleamed on their swords; their blades aimed directly at the petite girl. this will be easy, they thought. But to their surprise, a large blade was unsheathed in the blink of an eye, and somehow that frail girl was wielding it. One of the men cried out as she knocked his sword from his hands, grabbed it, then unhesitatingly drove his own sword into his leg. The girl’s dark hair flew through the air as she spun, and with a right hook, her other attacker was out cold.

She yanked down her mask, her breath warming the air as she panted, recovering from the exertion. Bending down, she picked up the men’s swords & examined the hilts.

“Just as I expected,” she muttered, seeing the royal coat of arms engraved into the silver. With a sigh, she sheathed her own blade. A peculiar heaviness settled into her heart as she turned to face the path once more.

“Tell my father I said hello,” she whispered to the unconscious guards. Then, without so much as a sound, her figure slipped back into the foreboding mist.

 

 

muahahah plot twist – she’s a member of the royal family! why is she running away? what is she journeying after? and if she’s a princess, where did she learn how to wield a sword? idk if I’ll be continuing this one, so I hope you enjoyed reading :)

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The Golden Frame

  

     The frame glinted in the dim light of the twinkling stars and of the beaming moon overhead. Adriana drew closer to the intriguing work of art, entranced. For all of her 14 years she had wondered about this stunningly beautiful frame with no picture inside. It had been in her family for – how long, no one could remember. The strange thing was, it was obviously cherished and honored greatly, but no one in her family could explain to her why. Or rather, they wouldn’t explain to her why. The young girl was never allowed to touch the frame; she was forbidden from feeling the coolness of the intricately curved metal. Whenever she asked why, they told her, “It’s not your time to know, Adriana.”

   Well.

That didn’t sit well with the curious and strong-willed girl. She felt as if she was meant for the frame. Whenever her longing gaze caught on the shimmering rectangle, she could almost feel it speak to her. Tonight, Adriana would find out what secrets lay in the golden frame, hanging in the parlor of their house. Her pale pink nightgown floated around her as she ran noiselessly down the stairs and through the grand double doors of the parlor.

There it was.

Catching her breath, the girl slid to a stop in front of the frame. The loops and swirls of the delicate edges beckoned her enticingly.

“I’m here,” she whispered. Somewhere deep inside her, she felt an answer.

   I know. Are you ready, Adriana?

  Taking a deep breath, Adriana brushed back her golden hair and slowly reached out her shaking hand… The tips of her fingers touched the corner of the frame.

  She felt the presence of the twinkling stars outside swirling around her for one split-second. The frame seemed to envelop her, and she felt herself being lifted off the floor.

And then she was gone.

That Girl Over There

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