Final Moments

 For some reason, I'm feeling medieval.

Final Moments

            She gasped, hand reaching to where the dagger was currently protruding from her chest. Wrapping her fingers around the hilt, she tightened her grip and tugged with all her might. The blade clattered next to her, as one hand dropped while the other pressed on the open wound. Coughing, she propped herself up on an elbow. Surveying the room, she noticed the bodies; not a single one moved, nor could she hear heavy breathing.

            Gritting her teeth, she managed to roll over and push herself to her feet. Her legs felt wobbly, unsure of their destination as she stood for a moment to collect her bearings. There wasn’t a sign of the Royals. Pushing herself toward the stairs after grabbing a blade, she made her way up, following the destruction.

            This sorcerer was powerful; his army of the fallen certainly no match for a simple soldier; nor a woman that had disguised her way into the ranks. Down the corridor she could see the flashing of colored light. Magic. Racing faster, she burst into the room as the battle ensued. Without a second thought, she flung herself amidst the dueling magic and the remaining Knights fighting the dead army. Her heart pounding, she dodged sword swings and fiery spheres.

            Ignoring the commands from the Prince, she approached and heaved the dagger at the sorcerer. It took him only moments to knock her flat, a glowing sphere hitting her breastplate. All went black as the battle raged.  

Tea

I've been listening to White Rabbit from the Sucker Punch soundtrack a lot. That version, and another by The Blue Man Group. This is a working title, cause I can't think of anything else. 

Tea -        

            He laughed at the absurdity of it all. The words that sprang from the 'pillar’s mouth were certainly nothing he should be concerning himself with. Shaking his head as the caterpillar continued, he finally had heard enough, and placed his teacup back on the mismatched saucer at his seat.

            “That’s preposterous. Obviously this is some imagined story due to all the time you waste with that pipe of yours,” he spat, not sure how much longer he could listen to him talk.

            “She came from above. I know she did,” the other answered, taking another drag off his pipe before he exhaled circles of colored smoke. Each ring made a slow ascent before finally altogether disappearing.

            “If you spent your time wiser, I’m sure you’d realize that drug has most certainly gone to your brain,” he said, his gaze holding firm.

            “I think it’s a marvelous story! Perhaps she could join us for tea!” Hatter grinned, gesturing to all the empty seats around the table. “

            “This she he speaks of won’t be joining anyone. We should be focusing on more important matters; Like keeping your heads down so you don’t anger the Queen.” The last thing the rabbit wanted to do was spend his days defending his friends against the Queen’s court.

            “She’ll come, you’ll see, Whitey,” the Caterpillar said.

            “Don’t utter a word of your nonsense to the Queen or any of her cards. You’ll lose your head,” the rabbit said, a finger pointed at the caterpillar.

            “Perhaps she’ll find me insightful.” Whitey’s nose twitched in his annoyance.

            All he wanted was a peaceful moment for tea.