I lent my dagger to Freedom, but it was no good. Great, on my own. I run to the nearest door and hide quickly. I start to hyperventilate. "I'm fine, no panic attacks now." I urge myself. I hear footsteps and I go silent. I felt my body start to tremble as they pass. I sigh heavily and look around the room for something to use.
"Come on, give me something." I look up and saw an old armor hanging piece. It had 2 swords on both sides. I grab one and pull it out. The sound metal shakes a little. "This is my choice," I tell myself. Suddenly I hear more talking. I go silent again as they pass.
"I'm sorry Angel. You made me do this." I whisper. I admire the metal before I do the unthinkable. I couldn't do it. Freedom was smart and so was Jason. They could do without me. I was just another waste of space.
"Forgive me!" Were my last words before I felt the wrenching pain that surged through me. I did it fast. I didn't want it to last. I just wanted to get it over with. Now it was.
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
