The wind breezed through her green hair and the rocky ground crunched from beneath her heavy metal boots. Her armour clanked against her as she walked forwards and a bloody battle axe was in her gauntlet covered hand. Bodies of soldiers surrounded her and she could see them everywhere she went. Seeing fallen comrades made her want to curl up into a ball and cry, but she gritted her teeth and continued onwards.
Her eyes looked up and narrowed when she heard the footsteps. Another woman who was much older than her stood there, a malicious smirk on her lips. She had wavy dark brown hair and scarlet red eyes, and wore robes that were a little too exposed for what they were meant to be. “Do you admit defeat?” She asked the other woman.
The axe wielding girl scowled. “Never. I will never admit defeat. Especially to one such as you.”
The older woman smirked. “Then let me end your life right now.” She lifted up her sword which had sharp, jagged edges to it and stood in a battle stance.
The younger girl’s lips set into a thin line and she held her battle axe up. “Not if I do it first.” And with that, she charged at the white haired woman.
Sorry for so much inactivity, I’ve been busy for so many reasons and I’ll probably get even busier, but I’ll try my best to post things as often as I can! ^_^
At the end of the waltz as the music began to slow down, Henrik lowered Cascadia into such a low dip that her long hair brushed against the marble floor. The whole room was filled with applause for the royal couple but Henrik was focused on the lady below him, his eyes staring into brown irises that held the slightest flickers of flames. He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against hers. “Not any jewel in the entire kingdom could compare to you, my love.”
With that compliment, Cascadia’s eyes started to sparkle with happiness and her lips broke out into a smile which lightened up Henrik’s heart.
Another flash fiction piece for you! 🙂
Credit to -RP Memes- for the writing prompt!
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Aurelia’s faithful stallion snorted and whickered from beneath her and she reached down to stroke his neck. After petting Castor for a little while, Aurelia straightened herself up and returned her gaze to her surroundings. Read more
As Aurelia’s sword struck down the last of her enemies, she let out a shaky breath and pulled her blade out.
Your Royal Highness, Prince Henrik of Naesse, Read more
The thundering sounds of hooves stopped as Castor skidded to a halt in the middle of the bridle path, tossing his head and neighing loudly. Aurelia panted as she held onto the reins of her stallion tightly, her face flushed red from the exertion of riding and the wind battering against her skin. Her lips were cracked from all the dryness and her hair, loose and wild, was blown back in a windswept look. Aurelia rubbed at her eyes, getting rid of all the moisture that had gathered in there. She caught her breath back and looked up at her surroundings.
Aurelia and Castor had stopped on a stone bridge connecting from one side of the river to the other side. Waterfalls sprang out from cracks in the cliffs above them and flowed all the way down into the river. The river below them was streaming all the way to the bank and from there Aurelia could see the stone steps travelling upwards, passing through the large arch that towered over them. She eyed the ruins in front of her carefully; she could see the remnants of ancient pillars and walls. “Looks like we’re at the Synagogue Of Silence, Castor.” She spoke to her horse, reaching down to stroke his flank. “How about a little adventure?”
Castor whinnied in agreement and Aurelia nodded. “I agree. I’m curious about what’s up there too. Let’s take a look then, shall we?”
Another neigh of agreement. Aurelia squeezed her thighs together and urged her stallion into a gentle gallop. Soft hoofbeats sounding on grass turned into harsh thundering hoof noises as Castor moved off the bridge and onto the stony ground before the archer and the horse began the long trip up the steps to the Synagogue of Silence.
As exams approach, the shorter my writing gets. Mind you, I’m getting really into this flash fiction writing, it’s good when you don’t have much spare time ^_^
Aurelia looked upon the battlefield astride her horse Castor, who was whickering with fear and anger and his white mane tossing this way and that. All around them was destruction, a wall of fire trapping them in the chaos. The sounds of metal clashing on metal rung repeatedly in Aurelia’s ears and she could feel the furious heat coming from the battle, like flames licking at her skin. She inhaled deeply.
“Gods and goddesses above, give me the strength to end this carnage.” She murmured to herself, before sweeping her sword to the side with a flourish and charging herself and Castor straight into the bloodshed.
Here, have a short over-the-word-count drabble as an apology for my absence and for discontinuing the 52 short stories challenge 😦
Aurelia followed the woman into the back room of the antique shop, clutching the strap of her messenger bag tightly. Her gaze drifted to her surroundings as she walked. Shelves lined the walls, clocks, statues, lamps and jewellery boxes settled atop them. Carpets and curtains hung from hooks on the ceiling, and old leather armchairs were littered around the area. Aurelia drifted her fingertips along the arm of one armchair; the leather was smooth and soft. She walked past mannequins with the most vintage dresses and coats, and she fingered the soft, velvet material as she walked past. Having taken in her surroundings completely, she returned her gaze to the woman in front of her. Read more