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 grunted as his dislocated arm was suddenly twisted behind his back by another soldier.
"What do you want from us," Trix yelled feeling a shiver go down her spine.
The Queen released a malevolent laugh.
"Me, what do I want from you," she mocked.
"How about your heads on spikes," she said casually.
"For trying to stealing from me," she suddenly boomed raising from her throne and walking towards Trix slowly. Trix flinched and glanced at Tristan, sweat drenched his shirt as he clenched his teeth from pain.
"But you couldn't resist now could you," she said coyly, kneeling before Trix.
Her clawed hand tugged Trix's face towards her. Trix stared into her bright blue eyes in realization of sorts. Mrs. Weller's eyes were brown and she had a small scar over her right brow. That was how she got a phobia for cats. One almost took her eyes out and she loved to read. Trix was a very good listener.
The Queen tilted her head observing Trix as well.
"You look like him," she whispered faintly, pushing Trix away and raising to her feet.
"Kill them," she ordered.
Trix heart skipped a beat. "Wait, wait...I have something your kingdom needs," she blurted out.
The Queen paused and slowly turned to Trix.
"And what might that be," she asked slowly.
Trix's mind began its search but there was nothing that she had of value in this world. There was nothing that any of her friends had. She couldn't destroy the storyline anymore than she had already.
"Well," the Queen said. Trix could feel her patience thinning.
"Tell her," Tristan encouraged. Trix stared in his hazel eyes, showing him her lost for words.
"The book is a channel, the true power is in your mind," he said.
Trix pondered his words and focused.
'The book is a channel, the true power is in my mind,' she chanted.
"There is a girl," she started.
"A girl with extraordinary gifts. A girl with the ability to communicate with animals," she continued, glancing up at the Queen with a slight smile.
"A princess...."
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Eaton fell to the ground, his entire body pulsing in pain.
"I can't go any further," he said with much difficulty.
"No, no, you can do this," Ella encouraged her eyes glancing in every direction.
"Leave me and run Ella. I'm already dead," Eaton said.
"No," Ella said firmly. She didn't want to lose anymore people that had come into her life.
"I am not leaving you no matter what," she said.
"Give me your sword," she commanded. Eaton pulled out his sword with difficulty but nonetheless.
Ella then went to a cut off a sturdy, straight enough branch from a tree. She then set to work, carving a spear.
"Where did you learn how to do that," Prince Eaton asked admiring the well sharpened pointed edge of the spear with slightly blurred vision.
Ella observed her surroundings, her ears on high alert. As a part time hunter and lover of the forest, she had to be on the look out for predators. A tiger wasn't on her list. The worst she had to deal with was a young scrawny wolf, that immediately left her alone when she tossed it a piece of her hunt.
"My father," she finally answered her voice void of emotion. She hated that it was something that he had taught her, would help her. Moreover she hated him.
"Remind me to thank him when we get out of here," Eaton responded breathlessly, blinded with pain.
He gently touched his wounds. His hands immediately was soaked red, with trembling hands he brought it to eye level. He released a shallow breath and dropped his hand.
"He's-," suddenly a snap was heard. Ella immediately became alerted, jumping to her feet. She glanced wide eyed at Eaton, he was out.
She inhaled deeply and readied herself. She had to protect him. In a way she was getting tired of constantly having to save his life but she also liked how the roles were reversed. He was the damsel in distress.
The beast growled, signaling its presence. Ella immediately turned in its direction. Its white colors giving it away as it stalked through the bushes. It creeped closer to Eaton's unconscious body, Ella felt her heart beat quickened. She struggled to calm it down as she tried to attrach the animal's attention.
"Hey, over here," she called, throwing a pebble that hit the tiger in its head. It roared loudly and brought its attention to her.
She planted her feet firmly in the ground, her hand made spear at the ready. The Beast stalked pass Eaton's body and stood directly in front of Ella. It stopped, but why?
Ella tilted her head as the creature suddenly shook its head. It pawed at its own face, staining its white coat red, when a claw sliced open its pelt. Its blue eyes suddenly flashed red and it growled loudly. Ella stumbled back in shock.
This was no normal tiger she soon realized. It was being controlled. Her heartached as the animal began to do more harm to itself.
"Stop," she said, feeling her eyes burn as tears threaten to fall.
"No, stop, your hurting yourself," she said feeling her heart break a little.
She was her mother's daughter, after all. A mother who couldn't even stand to see a fly get hurt. She was also her father's daughter, the man who used to go hunting in the winter for the most luxurious pelts that he could find, that would fetch a good price. Ever since she was growing up Ella was torn between the two. But after they died, she cursed her father and branded her mother as weak.
Now there was a voice in her head asking her why would she care what happened to this beast. But another voice arised saying that the animal was not in control, it was possessed by dark deeds.
Ella stared at the animal with tears in her eyes. It was fighting against itself.
What she did next, she knew not what came over her. She just knew that she felt a foreign emotion flood her heart and white light illuminated her palms, lighting up the night sky.
A ferocious screech came from beyond the veil.