The princess smiled and slowly backed out the room, not daring to turn her back to the King. The King, such a title rang with power and order, it left even others who had not lived under such power breathless. The word wrapped around her brain and body, soft, yet strong, like a blanket. When she left the room, she folded her hands over her stomach and strolled back to her room. Only then did she let her true face show.
The mask of a beautiful princess was dropped when she had shut her large, wooden door behind her. Her pink, delicate lips loosened to a deep frown. The bright light that seemed to glow in her dark, forest green eyes burnt out and left a glassy, dead stare. She dropped her hands and walked to her window, which faced her soon-to-be city.There, did she see the origin of her depression. It seemed to soak in her pores, flowing through her body, leaving it heavy and disgusting.
Her city wasn't a city; It was a hell-hole. Her people knew no love or happiness as they waddled around the roads, cutting between buildings or over yards. The land their bare feet stomped or slid on was dusty and dead. No green grass grew with life. No warm, soft dirt pressed together or between the toes of her living dead subjects; It simply cut their feet, worsening their condition as she watched the horror of city. One child, a boy, coughed. It rang so loud and continuous, it seemed to touch every cracked corner on their houses. Quickly, a women ran to him and poked.
"He is sick! He is dying! He is DISEASED!" she wailed. Quickly, his surrounding neighbors, maybe even friends or family, ran to him. Afraid of the sudden hostile energy, he screamed and choked on her his breath, coughing once more.
"I'm not sick!" he protested, sadly in vain. One man and woman grabbed him by an arm each. He screamed and cried as the man ripped his dirty clothes of, showing his bare body to the world. He cried and was quickly carried to the bending fence surrounding their homes. When they reached the fence, his small, bony body was heaved over and thrown to the earth. Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and shook the fence.
"Please, don't leave me to them!" he cried, reaching for the people. Slowly, they turned away and shuffled back to their dead-like routine. He shook the fence , wailing until the forest behind him screamed out. He spun around, only to see 3 women run out: 3 ugly witches. They cackled as he cried and curdled into a ball. Quickly, they held him down and began to tear out his organs.
I sighed and turned away, only to listen to his final, dying, screams.
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