I ran.
He ran.
She ran.
He's coming.
Fleetway..... Destroyed my home. My people. What kind of princess was I? I'm supposed to save my loyal subjects. Not...let them die. All I did was watch. She watched. He watched. I'm running for my dear life right now. I want to kill that worthless monster right now. He's a pyscho. He says killing people is fun, and I would like doing that someday. I screamed at the top of my lungs and sprung out of that place. QUICKLY. I heard thousands of my own screaming in pain while Fleetway's cackles filled the atmosphere. My legs were getting numb. I couldn't run any farther. I would blow up into a million trillion pieces. My brother and sister were the only ones I could save. They were latching on to my hands, trying to keep up. My sister's skirt was scratched up until it was in little shreds and my brother's corduroy pants were a musty yellow color due to the moss. My dress was green and brown, were it had at once been a bright cheery pink. My sister was squealing loudly and I was trying to endure the pain my chest felt. When I believed I got far enough, I stopped and let my brother and sister rest. They inhaled and exhaled deeply while I fixed my hair. We snuck into a hollow stack of trees for a shelter. "Shhhh....." I cooed quietly. "
Be very quiet. He will kill us if he figures out we're here." Fire reached the edge of the forest and a yellow figure was spotted floating towards our hollow. My brother was about to let out an ear-piercing scream when I covered his mouth and shot him a look. He peeped down while I took a lookout. The figure got closer, the red rings around its eyes became more visible. It was him. In the flesh. My eyes narrowed. My fists clenched. My sister's and brother's blood ran cold. He said with a evil voice," Come out Irene.... I want to see your face all bloody and red."
I screamed," Alright Fleetway! Here I am! Come and kill me. I don't care!" My sister squeaked and ran directly behind me for cover. My brother closed his eyes praying this was all a dream and we were really picking strawberry. Fleetway smiled at me creepily, a fire forming in his hand. He threw it straight at me and I screamed. I rather die than see him wipe out entire villages in a matter of seconds.
But then a figure saved me. It was......
He ran.
She ran.
He's coming.
Fleetway..... Destroyed my home. My people. What kind of princess was I? I'm supposed to save my loyal subjects. Not...let them die. All I did was watch. She watched. He watched. I'm running for my dear life right now. I want to kill that worthless monster right now. He's a pyscho. He says killing people is fun, and I would like doing that someday. I screamed at the top of my lungs and sprung out of that place. QUICKLY. I heard thousands of my own screaming in pain while Fleetway's cackles filled the atmosphere. My legs were getting numb. I couldn't run any farther. I would blow up into a million trillion pieces. My brother and sister were the only ones I could save. They were latching on to my hands, trying to keep up. My sister's skirt was scratched up until it was in little shreds and my brother's corduroy pants were a musty yellow color due to the moss. My dress was green and brown, were it had at once been a bright cheery pink. My sister was squealing loudly and I was trying to endure the pain my chest felt. When I believed I got far enough, I stopped and let my brother and sister rest. They inhaled and exhaled deeply while I fixed my hair. We snuck into a hollow stack of trees for a shelter. "Shhhh....." I cooed quietly. "
Be very quiet. He will kill us if he figures out we're here." Fire reached the edge of the forest and a yellow figure was spotted floating towards our hollow. My brother was about to let out an ear-piercing scream when I covered his mouth and shot him a look. He peeped down while I took a lookout. The figure got closer, the red rings around its eyes became more visible. It was him. In the flesh. My eyes narrowed. My fists clenched. My sister's and brother's blood ran cold. He said with a evil voice," Come out Irene.... I want to see your face all bloody and red."
I screamed," Alright Fleetway! Here I am! Come and kill me. I don't care!" My sister squeaked and ran directly behind me for cover. My brother closed his eyes praying this was all a dream and we were really picking strawberry. Fleetway smiled at me creepily, a fire forming in his hand. He threw it straight at me and I screamed. I rather die than see him wipe out entire villages in a matter of seconds.
But then a figure saved me. It was......
