Trix blinked dumbly at Ella.
"What," she asked, eyes glued to Ella.
"I said I'm not going, Ginger," she repeated a little irritated.
"But why? I mean you said you would go when were talking before," she whined. Ella turned to look at her furrowed brow.
"With Tristan," she hurriedly added realizing her mistake.
"Yeah I did that for you," she said marching up the stairs. Trix followed closely. Poppy was in the know kitchen packing out the few vegetables that they had bought.
"What, how so?"
Ella suddenly stopped in the middle of the staircase, causing Trix to almost bump into her.
"Ginger, I'm not blind. I see the way you guys were looking at each other," she stated smiling slightly.
Trix stared at her dumbfoundedly. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it. She raised her brow pointedly then continued up the stair
"Are you sure you know where you are going."Ella released a frustrated sigh as she attempted to find her bearings."Yes, I'm sure. I'm just......"Ella suddenly fell to the ground. Eaton was immediately at her side."Are you alright," he asked worriedly, rubbing her back."I don't know," she admitted, tears running down her cheeks. Eaton gently brushed her tears away."I'm okay," she croaked. Eaton shook his head."Your obviously not okay."Ella stared at the now dark sky. She blinked rapidly trying to blink the tears away."You'll probably think of me a stupid little girl," she said hugging herself tightly."Or just a strong, independent woman," at those words Ella turned to look at the Prince, who was staring down at her with an unexplainable emotion in his eyes.She turned away from hi
Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on. "We are gonna be here for a while," he stated stepping away from the door. "Don't touch that," he yelled as Trix's fingers hovered over a spade shaped necklace. "Are you bloody mad," he said angrily marching towards her. "It could be cursed," he continued, brushing her hand away from it. "Chill, dude its just a necklace," she retorted backing away from hi
Trix groaned as she landed with a thud. She looked around and saw darkness. "Tristan," she called feeling around for him. "Tristan, where are you," she asked beginning to panic. Her hands patted the cold hard ground furiously. Suddenly they touched something hard, she immediately pulled her hands back and froze. She hesitantly reached forward again. It was slippery like glass but warm. Trix continued to feel the odd object when suddenly her hands touched fur. She stopped once more and felt her heart go still as warm air fanned over her face. It had a foul scent, like smoke. Trix pressed on further and nearly died when giant reptilian eyes suddenly appeared out of the dark. They glowed red and stared directly at her. Time seemed to slow as all Trix could hear was her frantically beating heart, pounding in her ears. She released a forced breath softly and slowly lifted her hands, earning another cloud of warm smoky air in her face.
Trix blinked dumbly at the person sitting on a gold throne with sapphires decorating its menacing figure. On the throne was a woman that Trix wished never existed in the real world or the one that she was in. The woman's slender figure was wrapped in a silk blue that made her look far more younger than she actually was. Her face was lightly powdered to give her a natural look. "Mrs. Weller," Trix said with venom on her tongue. In her mind she began to weave the reason why she was in her...lucid dream or wherever it was. She began to wonder if it was a coincidence that she was the one who suggested that she write this story. She even went a little further to think that Mrs. Weller was the one that sold Marcus the white powder. Suddenly a sharp pain went through Trix's thigh and she fell to one knee. "You will respect your Queen," a burly soldier growled, holding a spear. "Don't touch her," Tristan said coming to the rescue. He was hit in the back. He g
"It was the rule if Queen Celeste, the true Queen," Trix voices echoed into the silence as everyone held their breathe. "Queen Celeste was kind and warmhearted but she was also lonely. Yes, there were many suitors at court but the all wanted on thing....power. They didn't care for her or her kingdom, they just wanted the title 'king' added to their names." Trix said her voice loud and clear but her eyes were far away. "There was on suitor in particular, who was determined. More so that he started a war in hopes if forcing the Queen's hand into marriage, seeing that he was politically fit to be king and he was fit to lead an army seeing that he was a general," she said her eyes glazed over. "General Ivor," a faint voice whispered. Trix nodded. "The Queen searched love. The general seeing that decided that the best course of action was to kill her," as the harsh words left her lips, gasps went through the air. A true royal was a person capable o
Queen Beatrice stared at the self made woman before her. Oh, all the perils and troubles that it took to get her were she was. So how could she let some ‘little’ homeless girl take it from her. She was Queen, and she would be Queen until her last breathe. She will be sitting on the throne when the last breathe leaves that imposters mouth. A soft knock on her door averted her attention from herself. “Enter,” she said softly. The door slowly opened as her most loyal servant entered the room. “Symon, its so lovely to see you. Come a little closer,” the Queen said joyfully, raising from her seat and ushering the boy who stood shyly by the door. In her presence he was instantly a little kid. She was his role model and an excellent mother figure compared to his ‘weak’ mother as he liked to say that died to bring him into the world. The man that had come of age for too long ago, blushed as he steppe
Lord Kys guided the young ones towards the gate. What laid behind it was unknown to him, for its nature was ever changing. The last time, as he recalled from the as and smoke and the disheveled state of the sole survivors clinging to each other and bruised, it was not good. He was reluctant to tell Trix and Tristan, for he did not want them to worry. They wore obviously quaking in their boots even the stoic, Tristan. Lord Kys chuckled to himself, he was confident of their survival. “This is it,” Tristan asked as they paused before an archway, littered with thorns and roses. Lord Kys nodded. Trix inhaled deeply. If she was going to die, she would go down with a fight. Also she had gotten away with worse, well not worse but potentially locked away in jail for a good while. She ran her hands through her hair and tried to channel the adrenaline junkie who stole her school’s rival’s trophy from a
Trix patted down her dress nervously as she walked back into the ballroom, fully aware of her environment. She could feel the eyes of her opponents on her as well as the beading eyes of the guards. She raised her chin as she approached Tristan and the half drunk princess. She dipped into a curtsy and smiled as she reached them. “All is well I hope,” she said but was ignored when a tall rugged looking gentleman intervene. “Your highness, I wish to extend my gratitude to you for your lovely invitation to the this marvelous celebration,” Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft ha