"Yeah, but that's not me and you know it. Why would you have brought her here if yih wanted her safe. A christian atmosphere this is not."
Throughing his hands in the air, the priest stomped over to me. "All right monk, do whatever you want but she's your now. I'm reporting her dead to the capital. This is not the princess we wanted."
I woke up. Sitting next to me was a bible. It was burnt and torn. Runes were written in to it, I assumed, by me. Next to it was the shambles of a bottle that once held milk. Its edges were burnished with flicks of blood, drying. Sitting in front of my was a collection of humans. Their remains were scattered about in the shape of a tire. Everything felt wrong. I satred in horror, my hand lifting to...
"Never trust a survivor unless you know what they did to survive." reading the quote my heart jolts. I remember my friends and their horrified faces. My throat tightens. It had been so close. I had done so much yet it was never enough. My shoulders sag and I think about just how true that quote is. I am the one you should be wary of. I lied and cheated and wanted to kill. I chose myself over my fa...
My head hurt and my heart hurts. I can't remember the last time I had a decent meal. I am vaguely annoyed at chance or fate or destiny, or whatever you want to call it. Anyway, I am so fucking annoyed I can barely speak! First, I get doomed to this sick half life and now I have to marry a prince. And of course we're going to ignore the fact that I am 300 years older than him. What will happen when...
I see a knife blade pull accross the table toward me. I imagined its bloody side soaking my throat in new found glee. "No... " I whisper, but it's too late. I close my eyes and see the bodies of cell mates scattered and torn. "Don't... " but it did. I hear a scraping. It sends shivers up my spine. I open my eyes. My hand trembles, poised above my wrist. "Don't..." I whisper, but it does. _I am the...