Post by Temari on Oct 7, 2007 0:32:46 GMT -5
She drew a resigned breath and looked at the body of her Prince, her brother. He was barely breathing and badly injured, "dear brother you should not press your self you are gravely injured" she whispered to him in his ear. He groaned in pain before speaking faintly, "they need their Prince my little sister."
"Dear brother, I am sorry but you can not go to them not in the condition your in now" she murmured to him and stood up. She walked to the door and of the house, and stood outside of it.
"Witch! Bring us the Prince!"
"Come out here Prince! You promised to protect our daughters! They need you Prince!" many of the men roared. They were commoners and they held swords, and she stared at them unafraid.
"I have sent him away from you all, in a place of Darkness. A place where you can not touch him" she informed them, her red dress blowing in the wind. Her black hair went everywhere as the wind blew and her blue eyes stared at them, a small smile on her face. It wa a pleased and sinister smile.
Out of rage they threw their swords. Each and everyone of them struck her, she was pinned in the air, her body dangled there. Never dying, ever living. Ever living in eternal pain, the swords dig into her flesh deeper and deeper everytime the wind blew.
She never died she was the witch so she would never die. She was immortal, but she felt pain. Her eyes were dim from shock and pain. Blood dripped down her tan skin from their respective injuries. The swords crsystalized and she remained there her body dangling from the swords, the swords creaked as they moved from the wind, her body moved with them in the opposite direction.
"Burn in eternal damnation witch!" a man roared and a lit torch was thrown at her it struck the grass her body hovered over. She didn't respond just looked at them through painfilled green eyes. The grass was dry and it spread. The fire spread to the hut her brother was in. The hut the that the Rose Prince was in.
They sentenced themselves into a world of darkness as the body of the witch hovered in front of the door of the hut, forever there pinned by swords. Her brother could not leave, she smiled. He was dead and no longer light ruled the world, it was darkness that ruled the world.
The fire ended up burning up the commoners that had impaled her with swords. Her lips curled into a weak and painfilled smile. She made no noise as the sharp blades went deeper into her body.
They never struck her vital points, and she closed her eyes, sleeping. She fell into a sleep, a sleep that will last till she finds her lost prince, her lost brother. A Prince to save her from this eternal damnation and eternal pain. She would never escape eternal suffering, she only gives it to others and never gives it to herself. But now she was in eternal suffering, a suffering of pain.
It was until a day, a day where a little girl with white purple hair and aquamarine eyes. Pretty eyes, they were. The girl who's tears and pleads for her to be saved. This girl would be her Prince. This girl would come to her, all she had to was follow the ring. The ring with the rose crest would lead the girl to her.
The girl will save her from her eternal damnation and she, the witch will make the girl suffer eternal damnation. All it took was time and time was something she had. Blood was a pool beneath her body, the charred ruins of the hut with the burnt remains of her older brother.
The fate of the girl will be the same fate her brother, her prince met. Then the cycle will begin anew. It was her fate as the Witch, as the Rose Bride to being eternal suffering and darkness upon all. They would never learn from any experience from the Darkness. The darkness will rule the world within it's grip like it has for the past millenia.
And so the duels, for the possession of the Rose Bride began, to revolutionize the world and to bring it into eternal darkness and eternal pain and suffering where no light exists and it will never exist. The duelists chosen, were given letters and they had rings to show they were the duelists that have been chosen to Revolutionize the word.
She would wake, she would wake in a few months, and Selene... the Rose Bride, the Witch will make her Prince befall the fate of her big brother, her lover and her Prince.
"Dear brother, I am sorry but you can not go to them not in the condition your in now" she murmured to him and stood up. She walked to the door and of the house, and stood outside of it.
"Witch! Bring us the Prince!"
"Come out here Prince! You promised to protect our daughters! They need you Prince!" many of the men roared. They were commoners and they held swords, and she stared at them unafraid.
"I have sent him away from you all, in a place of Darkness. A place where you can not touch him" she informed them, her red dress blowing in the wind. Her black hair went everywhere as the wind blew and her blue eyes stared at them, a small smile on her face. It wa a pleased and sinister smile.
Out of rage they threw their swords. Each and everyone of them struck her, she was pinned in the air, her body dangled there. Never dying, ever living. Ever living in eternal pain, the swords dig into her flesh deeper and deeper everytime the wind blew.
She never died she was the witch so she would never die. She was immortal, but she felt pain. Her eyes were dim from shock and pain. Blood dripped down her tan skin from their respective injuries. The swords crsystalized and she remained there her body dangling from the swords, the swords creaked as they moved from the wind, her body moved with them in the opposite direction.
"Burn in eternal damnation witch!" a man roared and a lit torch was thrown at her it struck the grass her body hovered over. She didn't respond just looked at them through painfilled green eyes. The grass was dry and it spread. The fire spread to the hut her brother was in. The hut the that the Rose Prince was in.
They sentenced themselves into a world of darkness as the body of the witch hovered in front of the door of the hut, forever there pinned by swords. Her brother could not leave, she smiled. He was dead and no longer light ruled the world, it was darkness that ruled the world.
The fire ended up burning up the commoners that had impaled her with swords. Her lips curled into a weak and painfilled smile. She made no noise as the sharp blades went deeper into her body.
They never struck her vital points, and she closed her eyes, sleeping. She fell into a sleep, a sleep that will last till she finds her lost prince, her lost brother. A Prince to save her from this eternal damnation and eternal pain. She would never escape eternal suffering, she only gives it to others and never gives it to herself. But now she was in eternal suffering, a suffering of pain.
It was until a day, a day where a little girl with white purple hair and aquamarine eyes. Pretty eyes, they were. The girl who's tears and pleads for her to be saved. This girl would be her Prince. This girl would come to her, all she had to was follow the ring. The ring with the rose crest would lead the girl to her.
The girl will save her from her eternal damnation and she, the witch will make the girl suffer eternal damnation. All it took was time and time was something she had. Blood was a pool beneath her body, the charred ruins of the hut with the burnt remains of her older brother.
The fate of the girl will be the same fate her brother, her prince met. Then the cycle will begin anew. It was her fate as the Witch, as the Rose Bride to being eternal suffering and darkness upon all. They would never learn from any experience from the Darkness. The darkness will rule the world within it's grip like it has for the past millenia.
And so the duels, for the possession of the Rose Bride began, to revolutionize the world and to bring it into eternal darkness and eternal pain and suffering where no light exists and it will never exist. The duelists chosen, were given letters and they had rings to show they were the duelists that have been chosen to Revolutionize the word.
She would wake, she would wake in a few months, and Selene... the Rose Bride, the Witch will make her Prince befall the fate of her big brother, her lover and her Prince.