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Literature Text
“My, my. This is quite entertaining. More fun than killing an old man with a crown.” The Queen snicked, summoned a cocktail and took a sip with a wide grin.
“My, my. This is hilarious. I never knew a cow could be able to drink a cocktail.” I spat at the flames in her direction. Fickle’s shoulders shook like he was laughing really hard, his eyes squinting happily.
“Due to an arrogant brat, I have raised the bars.” The bitch with the crown clicked her fingers and the same smoke that has Fickle tied up has appeared around my wrists. I grumbled all the horrible words I would use to describe her under my breath.
“Unfair much?” I knitted my eyebrows in frustration, contrary to the Queen, who was grinning sadistically. “Would you rather I bind your ankles?” she hissed.
“In all honesty, I’d rather you bind your mouth. Your words are irrelevant to any kind of existence, and your breath? It smells so bad, I wonder if it was your breath or the dagger that killed the King.” I smiled as innocently as I could. My eyes wandered to my lover in the pursuit of praise. Fickle fell over with laughing tears in his eyes, though still binded, and rolled around in a happy fit of hysterical laughter. The Queen growled and flew down to me to probably give me a piece of her corrupted mind, but fearing my intelligence and sanity; I found a thick stick near my foot and hid it behind my back. The dragon lady closed in on me, and as soon as she got far enough, I took a better grip of the stick, swung it and held it in front of me. She realised what I had done far too late to be able to stop or retaliate. WHACK! I swung the stick, full swing and hit the Queen, right on the side of her head. She fell before my feet in a blissful unconsciousness. The moment I knocked her out cold, the restraining smoke that had unforgivingly held Fickle tightly gave way and became one with the air.
“Kresta!” Fickle nimbly got up and looked around to find a way to get down and hug me. While he was deducting a method, I looked down at the Queen. Her hair is messy; her makeup is over the top with mascara running down under her eyes, that cold smirk is now a pained grimace. A bit of blood is falling down from where I hit her. The only thought on my mind is: ‘how the Hell did the King fall in love with a madwoman like her?’
Just as Fickle found his way to me, a gentle smoke escaped the Queen’s menacing mouth, slowly releasing more and more of itself.
“Uh, Kres, what is that?!” Fickle ran in front of me to protect me. His arms majestically raised in front of me.
“Fickle, I just defeated the same lady who had you bound in a second. I think I can take care of my own ass.” I grabbed onto his arms, pulled them down to his sides and walked past him.
“Geez, romantic much?” Fickle rolled his eyes and spat out a sarcastic remark.
“I’ll let you take me to bed when this is over… if you can convince me.” I replied seductively, Fickle turned a deep scarlet.
“Uhhh… what happened to me..?” the Queen rubbed her head with a groan and looked around herself till she notices me. “Are you alright?! Oh no… you’re hurt! Here, let me help!” she saw blood on my knees and ripped a bit of her dress off and came towards me.
“Get back, you whacko! Skit! Get away!” I screeched at her, moving away at her advance.
