Deviation Actions
Literature Text
As I stepped back away from this abnormal scene, I overhear a dry, hoarse laugh with an evil ring to it. I twist around to see the Queen and a cloaked being half her size.
“I see you found my magic manikin? Here is your true Prince!” she yanked the cloak off her companion and there was Fickle, kneeling with black smoke restraining him and wrapped around his mouth.
“What the hell do you want from me?!” I lost my cool and screamed out. I clenched my fists, knowing she’s more powerful than me, with her dark magic.
“Do you really want to know? I want the both of you dead so no-one will know that I killed the King!” Her glassy, beady eyes flickered with a flame of pure hatred and no remorse. It was obvious she wanted power over beauty, her blood red hair had turned a light shade of grey and her skin was pale and leathery.
“And when have we ever told anybody about it?! We’ve kept it to ourselves! We know of your power, we know you would kill us! But you’ve dragged innocent people into this when they clearly knew nothing of your brutal murder!” I growled. She looked shocked for a few moments, but came back to her senses.
“No!” She yelled,” What happens when you two fools get dementia?! You’ll have no control what comes out of your mouth!” she tightened the smoke around Fickle. She was nearly completely emotionally unstable.
“We’ll suicide before we would do that!” I declared. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be with Fickle, married or not! I’ve loved him for as long as I can remember…” I began to blush. His eyes narrowed affectionately.
“Let’s make a deal! If you beat my obstacle challenge, and answer a riddle, I will release him and you two can live happily ever after! Good deal?” she grinned. I suppose I have no choice! I just hope it’s not too hard.
“Let the challenge commence!” She laughed viciously. She clicked her fingers and the scenery disappeared, and was replaced with an obstacle course from Hell. There were flame throwers, jaw like traps and walls with no handles. We were in a darkish room with the only light being the flames around the sides and the chandelier made from skulls and different varieties of bones.
“Go ahead.” She snickered. She was sitting on a throne made of animal bones; I looked at Fickle, sitting beside her on the floor, looking helpless. I wiped away my tears and looked ahead of me with determination and malice. The first obstacle looks a little easy: it was a rope that I had to swing across. I stood at the edge of it and looked down. There was fire, screaming souls and evil laughs. I backed away to give myself a runway while trying to clear my mind and replace my fear with the love I feel towards Fickle. I began running with a semi-clear conscience and leaped to grab the rope. Gravity threatened to drag me to the pits, but my hands that were gripping the rope proved that I was saved. I swung back and forth until I slipped and my body was thrown across to the other side, the rough, gravel like surface scraping at my skin as I tumbled to the solid ground. As I dusted myself off, a pinching pain made me flinch when my fingers trailed past my knees.
