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I know there will be some grammar mistakes. It might sound a little cliche and my main character might sound a little bit like a Mary Sue *gasp*, but I plan on changing things around and adding some unexpected twists.
The ground below me shook, sending warning signals to my brain; screaming, get out, don’t worry about your family! My father’s army had been defeated in battle by King Richard’s army just days ago. How could his army already be here at my parent’s palace? Didn’t they ever stop and rest? It didn’t matter now, though. My mother had told me to run for my life, to hide in the forest; my father just shook his head in shame and embarrassment.
Growing up, I had never played in the forest like the child of peasants did. I sat inside the cool, stone castle working on my numbers and letters; a princess must be educated. Learning had never galvanized me, but I was happy for the opportunities my father was able to give me.
A horrifying shriek brought me back to my sense. I could hear the Knight’s Tower collapsing. The sudden realization that I had just been in there scared me. My parents had been in there, too. They couldn’t have made it out in time, leaving me to face the fact; I was an orphan now. I’d be dead soon if I didn’t hurry. I might have been thin, but I’d hardly lifted a finger in my life, much less sprinted 500 feet to the edge of the forest. Once I reached my destination, deep within the forest, I fell to the ground, sobbing into the leaves. No one would help me anymore. How was I supposed to get food? There was no possible way I could work. No matter the condition, princesses did not work like a filthy peasant.
Thankfully, I had escaped gunfire. I took the back exit where none of King Richard’s army was fighting or keeping lookout for escapees. No doubt they were on the look out for me now. My mind was telling me not to budge from my spot, but my my guts were telling me to run into the next kingdom. The Kingdom closest to mine, the Confertus Kingdom, was filthy and grimy. Sadly, staying here was just too dangerous. I’d need to change my identity, too.
I remembered the small knife my father had given me right before he told me to flee. Had he know that I would have to change my looks, or was the knife to protect myself? Either way, I had to cut off my hair. My beautiful honey-blonde hair that fell in my waist in waves would disappear within seconds. With the knife shakily in hand, I began to chop off my hair, letting it go to just below my ears. I scattered my hair around in different places so the army men wouldn’t be able to track me too well.
I started running to the Confertus Kingdom, but stopped just before I reached the boundary line. I realized I was still wearing my gowns. My chest heaved and my head spun, but I had to think clearly. The only way to enter the Kingdom was to take off my dress and sell it to a merchant. Even though it was cold enough outside to freeze my bones, I was hot with worry; taking off the dress felt like more of a relief. Though standing here in my undergarments with no spare clothing, I felt almost foolish. A princess with no honor, that’s what I was.
The sun was just starting to rise; people would be out and about soon. I could descry a few huts, in which I’m positive peasants lived. I’d have to steal some clothing first, even if were just rags. Maybe then I could find work in the kitchens or help a merchant. I’d do anything as long as King Richard, the snide, cold-hearted, cruel man, didn’t find me.
So, how did it sound. Did you like it?
Thanks!
The ground below me shook, sending warning signals to my brain; screaming, get out, don’t worry about your family! My father’s army had been defeated in battle by King Richard’s army just days ago. How could his army already be here at my parent’s palace? Didn’t they ever stop and rest? It didn’t matter now, though. My mother had told me to run for my life, to hide in the forest; my father just shook his head in shame and embarrassment.
Growing up, I had never played in the forest like the child of peasants did. I sat inside the cool, stone castle working on my numbers and letters; a princess must be educated. Learning had never galvanized me, but I was happy for the opportunities my father was able to give me.
A horrifying shriek brought me back to my sense. I could hear the Knight’s Tower collapsing. The sudden realization that I had just been in there scared me. My parents had been in there, too. They couldn’t have made it out in time, leaving me to face the fact; I was an orphan now. I’d be dead soon if I didn’t hurry. I might have been thin, but I’d hardly lifted a finger in my life, much less sprinted 500 feet to the edge of the forest. Once I reached my destination, deep within the forest, I fell to the ground, sobbing into the leaves. No one would help me anymore. How was I supposed to get food? There was no possible way I could work. No matter the condition, princesses did not work like a filthy peasant.
Thankfully, I had escaped gunfire. I took the back exit where none of King Richard’s army was fighting or keeping lookout for escapees. No doubt they were on the look out for me now. My mind was telling me not to budge from my spot, but my my guts were telling me to run into the next kingdom. The Kingdom closest to mine, the Confertus Kingdom, was filthy and grimy. Sadly, staying here was just too dangerous. I’d need to change my identity, too.
I remembered the small knife my father had given me right before he told me to flee. Had he know that I would have to change my looks, or was the knife to protect myself? Either way, I had to cut off my hair. My beautiful honey-blonde hair that fell in my waist in waves would disappear within seconds. With the knife shakily in hand, I began to chop off my hair, letting it go to just below my ears. I scattered my hair around in different places so the army men wouldn’t be able to track me too well.
I started running to the Confertus Kingdom, but stopped just before I reached the boundary line. I realized I was still wearing my gowns. My chest heaved and my head spun, but I had to think clearly. The only way to enter the Kingdom was to take off my dress and sell it to a merchant. Even though it was cold enough outside to freeze my bones, I was hot with worry; taking off the dress felt like more of a relief. Though standing here in my undergarments with no spare clothing, I felt almost foolish. A princess with no honor, that’s what I was.
The sun was just starting to rise; people would be out and about soon. I could descry a few huts, in which I’m positive peasants lived. I’d have to steal some clothing first, even if were just rags. Maybe then I could find work in the kitchens or help a merchant. I’d do anything as long as King Richard, the snide, cold-hearted, cruel man, didn’t find me.
So, how did it sound. Did you like it?
Thanks!