All Zayn could hear was the beating of her heart, her throat burned from swallowing so much of the hot sand around her. Yet, she wasn't thirsty, she couldn't be; for fear had taken over her body making all her senses keener. She wanted to look behind her, to see if he was still there, still chasing her. She'd been running since high sun, tired and afraid she watched the sun set over the endless desert dunes.
She started falling, thinking she's falling into a trap made by the royal counsel used to catch a thief. But instead of landing on wooden spikes five feet below the cover of sand and dead grass, she kept falling and for a few moments believed it must have been a dream. Seeming to float down watching the rock come closer and closer into an underground cave before gravity snapped, throwing her unready self to the cold cave's hard rock surface.
The sound of body hitting ground echoed through the cave walls as a silent dust of settling sun and sand fell upon her shoulders as she raised and arm to cover her eyes. Squinting to see beyond the last gleaming light she watched the setting sun's light turn her skin blue just like every sun set did for as long as she could remember. Her skin changing is not what unsettled her, but the recurring thoughts of just a few days ago.
Bright lights from every direction glued her to the spot as guard after guard yelled at her, convicting her of the crime she didn't do: Murder. Only, this wasn't some everyday person against person killing, no this was the beloved queen of Fang that had been murdered by poison of drink. Of course with an alibi of sneaking around with a small vile of Desert Heart, the worst poison known to man, it's not really something that would please a guard waiting for the OK to kill you.
"Well, well look who it is," A guard said to her when he came into the bleak, gray interrogation room that only held a small wobbly table and two chairs. "We've been looking for you for quite some time Zayn." The guard said, putting emphasis on my name. "The King will be quite pleased to find out we found the scum that had killed our beloved Queen." The guard then went on to explain how her execution would happen, giving special details on parts that were most gruesome.
Once his lecture on death and every execution he had ever been to or done was over Zayn was moved to another bleak interrogation room. While the officers were distracted by their lieutenant giving them orders she wiggled free of their silk gloved grasp. Zayn kept running till she thought it was safe in the little town of ....Skidaw...., near a small oasis. The town was not made of much a saloon; store, and a bank, but what stood out the most was the sheriff's office; and the poster on the window. The picture had obviously been there a while by how the ink was smudged, fading and the paper was starting to wear at the edges. If you looked closely you could just make out a hand drawn picture of a girl that was suppose to resemble Zayn but about ten years older than her reasonable age of 15. Below her picture, smudged ink resembled the words "WANTED: ALIVE 20 CAMELS"
Shocked from what she's just seen reality started to slip back into view as an officer pointed a white gloved finger in her direction. Soon 20 men like the first officer in a navy blue jacket, shirt, slacks, highly polished black shoes and a pin of a dragon intertwined with a lion; the crest of Kingdom Fang. As Zayn dodged silk gloved hands and ran to the east, into the high sun.
She knew where she had to go, Kingdom Fang, although every man was trying to catch her, if she could just get to the King while he's asleep and whisper into his ear about what's going on, everything would go back to normal… or so she hoped.
As Zayn's mind got closer and closer to where she ended up now she noticed a flicker in the shadows, but just brushed it off to the side of her mind. It was probably her shadow, nothing to worry about. The setting sun no longer rested on her skin but had moved to a small sliver of light on the floor. Her hands and arms were no longer the blue of the ocean, but back to their original tanned self.
The shadows flicked again, but there was no sound of something moving, all there was was cold rock. Bon chilling hands wrapped around her neck. She grabbed at the hands as blue and yellow dots swarmed her vision. Struggling to be free of the grasp Zayn's skin started to turn blue, but she was no longer in the setting sun light. He muscles cramped up, not listening to her body's directions and elbowed who ever was behind her, spun around, slapped who ever it was and pushed him to the ground. Her attacker fell to the floor, kicked her legs out from underneath her; as she fell her head hit the ground. Everything went black.
She started falling, thinking she's falling into a trap made by the royal counsel used to catch a thief. But instead of landing on wooden spikes five feet below the cover of sand and dead grass, she kept falling and for a few moments believed it must have been a dream. Seeming to float down watching the rock come closer and closer into an underground cave before gravity snapped, throwing her unready self to the cold cave's hard rock surface.
The sound of body hitting ground echoed through the cave walls as a silent dust of settling sun and sand fell upon her shoulders as she raised and arm to cover her eyes. Squinting to see beyond the last gleaming light she watched the setting sun's light turn her skin blue just like every sun set did for as long as she could remember. Her skin changing is not what unsettled her, but the recurring thoughts of just a few days ago.
Bright lights from every direction glued her to the spot as guard after guard yelled at her, convicting her of the crime she didn't do: Murder. Only, this wasn't some everyday person against person killing, no this was the beloved queen of Fang that had been murdered by poison of drink. Of course with an alibi of sneaking around with a small vile of Desert Heart, the worst poison known to man, it's not really something that would please a guard waiting for the OK to kill you.
"Well, well look who it is," A guard said to her when he came into the bleak, gray interrogation room that only held a small wobbly table and two chairs. "We've been looking for you for quite some time Zayn." The guard said, putting emphasis on my name. "The King will be quite pleased to find out we found the scum that had killed our beloved Queen." The guard then went on to explain how her execution would happen, giving special details on parts that were most gruesome.
Once his lecture on death and every execution he had ever been to or done was over Zayn was moved to another bleak interrogation room. While the officers were distracted by their lieutenant giving them orders she wiggled free of their silk gloved grasp. Zayn kept running till she thought it was safe in the little town of ....Skidaw...., near a small oasis. The town was not made of much a saloon; store, and a bank, but what stood out the most was the sheriff's office; and the poster on the window. The picture had obviously been there a while by how the ink was smudged, fading and the paper was starting to wear at the edges. If you looked closely you could just make out a hand drawn picture of a girl that was suppose to resemble Zayn but about ten years older than her reasonable age of 15. Below her picture, smudged ink resembled the words "WANTED: ALIVE 20 CAMELS"
Shocked from what she's just seen reality started to slip back into view as an officer pointed a white gloved finger in her direction. Soon 20 men like the first officer in a navy blue jacket, shirt, slacks, highly polished black shoes and a pin of a dragon intertwined with a lion; the crest of Kingdom Fang. As Zayn dodged silk gloved hands and ran to the east, into the high sun.
She knew where she had to go, Kingdom Fang, although every man was trying to catch her, if she could just get to the King while he's asleep and whisper into his ear about what's going on, everything would go back to normal… or so she hoped.
As Zayn's mind got closer and closer to where she ended up now she noticed a flicker in the shadows, but just brushed it off to the side of her mind. It was probably her shadow, nothing to worry about. The setting sun no longer rested on her skin but had moved to a small sliver of light on the floor. Her hands and arms were no longer the blue of the ocean, but back to their original tanned self.
The shadows flicked again, but there was no sound of something moving, all there was was cold rock. Bon chilling hands wrapped around her neck. She grabbed at the hands as blue and yellow dots swarmed her vision. Struggling to be free of the grasp Zayn's skin started to turn blue, but she was no longer in the setting sun light. He muscles cramped up, not listening to her body's directions and elbowed who ever was behind her, spun around, slapped who ever it was and pushed him to the ground. Her attacker fell to the floor, kicked her legs out from underneath her; as she fell her head hit the ground. Everything went black.
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