Daydream

You know you're a writer when you come up with random plot lines while walking home from school... Haha! Yup, I had to walk home today, and this is the scene that I came up with. Remember, all of the stuff on this blog is rough draft form, and most of it's not very good... Don't judge! :)

Princess Saren shivered as the cold wind blew snowflakes around her. Her eyes darted back and forth, her muscles were tense, and her mind was alert. She crept through the dark trees, wary of any danger that may be lurking in them. Her small bundle of belongings was clutched tightly to her chest. A howl sounded behind her, and she spun around, breathing quickly. The constant fear in her stomach grew, and almost engulfed her. Taking in large gasps of breath, she continued onward. She didn’t have a destination. She had no idea where she was going. But she just kept walking, like she had been doing for days.

The fear, it was something awful. She hated how it was always there, always lurking behind her mask. It had been like this for months. First, rumors of wars, then the castle, under siege. She saw her mother’s face again, the scene replaying in her mind.

“Saren, leave! Run, far away from here!” Her mother begged, face taught, and pale with worry. “You must go darling! They’ll be here any second!”

“No, I’m not going! I’m staying here! I’m not running away like a weak willed coward! I’m not a child mother!” Saren declared, her voice wavering. Really, the only thing she wanted to do was run away and scream. Just imagining the horrors her father’s enemies had in store for her was enough to set her teeth on edge. But she wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t leave them.

“Saren, there is only one hope for the future of this kingdom. Please, go! There is no hope for us now, but I know that if anyone can take back this kingdom from Darthius, it is you. Please. For me! For the kingdom…” Tears ran down the Queen’s face, her eyes were full of despair. Saren looked away briefly. Then she looked at her mother.

“I will go. But only because I must.” She said. Her mother pulled her into a hug.

“That’s a good girl. Remember me!” She took off her amethyst necklace, and slipped it over her daughter’s head. Tears stung Saren’s eyes. She quickly took off her bracelet, and held it out to her mother.

“To keep me close.” She whispered. The Queen’s finger wrapped around it. Saren turned away. She sprinted down the well known corridors into her bedchamber. She quickly pulled on her poorest looking dress, and her cloak. Then she hastily piled some of her most essential belongings into a knapsack. A change of clothes, her water skin, some dried meat she had grabbed from the kitchen. In a matter of moments she was running. She glanced behind her, just to see her beloved home go up in flames.

Saren closed her eyes tight, willing the images out of her mind. She had failed her mother. She didn’t know where she was going. She was lost in a forest at night. There was no hope. For her, or for her kingdom.