Silent Princess

Chapter 1

 It was cold and dark. It was like a thick blanket of smoke surrounding her small, fragile body. She couldn't move at all, it felt as if her body was paralyzed. She could barely breath the air without choking down some of the smoke. Her violet eyes burned as she tried to stare into the darkness of the smoke. A light then began to shine though the dark abyss; she stared into the light, her eyes narrowing from the brightness of it. She could not tell if she should be weary of this light. She then notice that the light was clearing the smoke. She was confused on why it was doing this for her. She began to get suspicious of this light and why it was helping her, but right now she had other things to worry about. She ,when all the smoke was cleared, she began to cough up some of the black smoke that had entered her lungs, it burned and itched as she coughed it out. She wanted to hold her neck and cry from the pain of it but she could not, her body was still paralyzed in place. She blinked a few times and then just closed them once again, coughing up more of the smoke still.

After a few minutes she finally stopped and could breath clearly once again. She gasped for air and blinked the tears out of her eyes. She looked around frantically wondering where she was, but she knew where she was. The tears in her eyes became sad as she looked around. She felt the tears role down her pale face and hit the sandy, dirty, and charred ground below her. She hung her head low as she was reminded of her failures of the past. She closed her eyes tightly as the tears fell to the horrible ground below her. Her pointed ears were filled with silence of the area; she knew it was not actually silent. The calls of the people that lived in this once lovely home, now cry out in sorrow, pain, and agony. She hated it, she was reminded of all the people she could have saved if she was just here earlier. Suddenly, a new sound entered her surroundings. They were footsteps, heavy footsteps that dared to tread towards the dreaded Beast of the North. She slowly raised her head up to look at whatever was walking towards her. Her tears had seemed to disappear from her eyes. The violet eyes of hers turned from being sorrowful to being full of fury and danger. Her furious eyes were not met with anyone she knows. If she did know this person then she could not recognize them.

The figure was tall and seemed masculine. She figured it could be a male. She tried to remember all the men that she knew, but her memory did not serve her, she could not remember. The footsteps stopped and this male was standing right in front of her now. Her violet eyes slowly drifted up to look at this man, her head tilting up as well. The face was blurred out along with the rest of the body. That was why she could not tell who this man was. She did not trust this man, nor did she like him. She bared her sharp teeth at him and tried to growl but she failed to do that. No noise would come from her vocal cords. She was confused by this but she did not show that in her face. The figure laughed at her, the laugh was maniacal and low. This proved that it was a man, she did not stop barring her teeth at him. She may not be able to growl but she will still show that she could tear his arm off if she could move.  The man then stopped laughing and scoffed at her, he raised his hand and grabbed her hair roughly, yanking it up to meet him at eye level. Her body still paralyzed, looked limp and disabled as he held her up by her hair. She snapped her jaws at him; he was unfazed by this though and just held her up in the air. This man was quite strong. Before she could try anything, she could feel something cold and lifeless against her neck.  She stopped barring her teeth at him after this. She knew what was being held at her neck. It was a knife, like a switch blade, or a pocket knife. She was not afraid of this pathetic knife, she was to busy doing something else to be afraid of something like this. 

She was studying the features on this man's face that she could make out. Her violet eyes just stared at him silently and without fear. Two things she could make out from this man. One was that this man has red eyes, a bright red that you would see on a firetruck, or on a nice red sports car. The second thing was his hair, it was charcoal black, it looked dull and had no shine to it, it was just black. The figure's red eyes narrowed as he began to press the knife against her neck with more force. Maybe he was hoping to see some sort of fear on her face, but he was given nothing. This seems to anger him, he scoffed and said something to her, she could not understand it though. His voice sounded distant, muffled, and distorted.  She then began to make and expression, the figure began to smile thinking it was fear. Instead, he was greeted with spit on his face. She had spit on his face, not caring for what he was going to do or even for what he had said. She wasn't afraid of death anymore. She noticed his red eyes seemed to fill with rage as he took the knife away from her neck and plunged it into her neck directly. Her eyes stared with the slightest hint of pain in them, she did not want to give him too much amusement in killing her. Blood began to rush out around the knife and fall down her small body.