Fan Fiction ❯ The Blackened Legacy ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

This is mine! MINE! Not that you nice ppl, would want to steal it, it's not very good anyway! Oh wellz, it's mine! All mine!

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She ran blindly through the thick brush, her breath coming in short gasps. Her whole body shook and her damp black hair clung to her face blocking her view every time she glanced behind her. Her unprotected legs and feet were bruised and scratched from the thorns and fallen twigs but, she continued on, farther from her kingdom and deeper into the dark forest.

Glancing over her shoulder again, looking for the object of her fears. Unfortunately for her she didn't look forward quickly enough and ran full on into the hard chest of someone. Gasping she fell backwards onto the hard ground in a crumpled heap, all the air she managed to hold rushing out of her lungs. Glancing up her blood shot eyes widening in terror and surprise. He was behind her! She was almost positive he was!

The man chuckled, his handsome features twisted into a hideous grin, as she scrambled desperately to her battered feet, her black dress hooking on a thick, untamed bush. Her shaking hands yanked on the dress, tearing it, and she dashed off to the left. She tripped and fell. Looking behind her she saw him walking closer to her. She scrambled up again and dashed away again. He was catching up with her, she could feel his presence.

She stumbled into a small clearing, one of her hands landing on the callosal roots of a tree. She quickly jumped up and scrambled under one of the smallest roots and curled up into the fetal position, covering her mouth with one hand to muffle her laboured breathing. Closing her eyes she put her hand in front of her face in a silent prayer.

She heard the graceful footsteps of her stalker enter the clearing. The metal on the bottom of his shoes scrunching the dead grass under his feet. Looking under the root she saw the toe of his black hunter boots and watched as he knelt.

"Give up, my little flower, it's pointless. Give up now, and you will be my queen," he whispered huskily from above the root she was hiding under. Clutching her favourite necklace tightly in her small hand, trying to hold in the gasp that threatened to pass her lips. She trembled, looking around for an escape. Her eyes locked onto a small hole, just a inch or so bigger than her.

"No," she whispered and crawled over to the small hole, sliding her small agile body through it. Standing up she ran around him and into the middle of the clearing. She tugged off her necklace, "I would rather turn to stone than be your queen!"

He snarled standing up, taking a step towards her small body. Her body shook and she wanted to hide, wanted nothing more than to run and hide, never coming out of her hole. She couldn't, she knew that. She always did.

By now he was a little more than an arms length away from her. Ripping her necklace off she looked at it. It was the terrible cause of this whole mess. Everyone wanted it. The necklace brought happiness yet pain, wealth yet starvation. It held the world at peace and, she was the only one it selected. It chose her and she was stuck with it, till death and beyond. He was watching her with greedy eyes and she hated it. Absolutely despised it.

Gathering the last of her strength she pummeled shoulder first into his stomach. She caught the young man off guard and he stepped back trying to stop his fall. His foot tripped over the other and he fell backwards in a mess of limbs. He looked up at her in disbelief. Smirking she raised her hand, the one with the necklace in it, high above her raven haired head.

She growled out lowly, "I'm not your Little Flower-". The black diamond on her neck started to glow a pale blue and she looked up to it. Immediately her body was engulfed in warmth, safety and comfort, something she hadn't felt in years. She smiled a true smile and looked back down at the astonished man, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. Her silver eyes dancing in the light while her torn dress whipped around her in a nonexisting wind.

"It's Keiza, remember that name," with those last words she lifted her head towards the diamond necklace again. The glow grew more fierce as she sucked in a breath, "My dear necklace, grant me my last wish... Keep my kingdom strong and protected until-" The life grew so fierce that her words were not heard. He had to shield his eyes from the constantly brightening light.

When it died again he lowered his hand. He growled at the sight he was welcomed with. There stood the almost forgotten princess Keiza, standing tall, a small smile on her normally gloomy face. Her dress was no longer torn but returned to the black velvet dress hidden under a large black cloak with the hood slightly lowered. He frowned.

Something was out of place, not right. Then the realization hit him like a splash of cold water. She wasn't breathing, she was no longer alive. Her body was standing and proud but it was lifeless and rigid. She wasn't flesh anymore, she was stone. A beautiful statue of peace.

He growled and flung his sword, sheath and all, at the statue, hoping to brake the stone. The sword reflected off and headed straight back towards him. It whizzed by his ear nearly missing him. Growling he pointed a finger at the statue.

"You think you've won, my little flower, but I Grimvold (may change in the near future) wont lose," with those last words her turned on his black heel and stormed off in the opposite direction, away from the statue, away from the kingdom.

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Well, thats the beautiful Pologue, dunno what ya'all think but my friends like it! I have the next chaper written, know I just need to type it onto the computer Thank-ya'all! I really don't care if you don't review!

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