Princess Cari The Queendom Isles Part Three
The Second Witch
“How are you feeling today?” The Chronicler asked Scar.
“I dunno...I don't think....Never mind you wouldn't understand. So
who's the next witch we have to k-” she felt her throat tighten.
“Take down.”
Cari reached out to her older red eyed clone.
“It will be alright Scar. We will kill her this time.” she
said.
“Doesn't make it any better.” she mumbled.
“Well, her name is, I can not promise that I am pronouncing this
right, Myranna Nightdeath. She, I must warn you, likes to collect
bones. There is even a rumour that her house is made of them!”
“What? How does it keep intact?” Scar asked.
“Magic.”
“Oh...”
They arrived at the island. They spotted that the island and they
spotted that there was a crimson path. It had a scull at the base.
“Looks like she left a path for us.”
“'Follow the yellow brick road'...”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
They stepped on the doc and then followed the road. Which led to a
hut with two floors made of bones and the window sills were made from
the sculls.
“Time to see if we are ready for this one.”
“Well if this is anything like the other one, then we are anything
but.” Ryo said as he glanced at Scar. “Are you going to be
alright?”
Scar shrugged as her eyes glanced at the deep cut on her hand. She
closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
“I'm making no promises.” she replied.
They walked into the house. They could smell the stench of decay.
Their faces became green with disgust.
“Do you think that we should split up to cover more ground?” Ryo
asked.
“No. Not a good idea.” Scar said. “Cover the ground first, then
upstairs.”
The Chronicler looked at her impressed.
“What? Just trying to focus my thoughts.” she muttered as a grim
look entered her eyes.
They walked on as Cari started to hear some singing coming from the
stairs. Her mind went numb and she walked away from the group. She
slowly climbed the stairs like she was a zombie. She then reached the
top of the stairs. She then she walked on to the room to the end. She
walked in the room
She spotted a thin hand rise up and click. She blinked and her mind
became suddenly aware of what was going on. She tried to take out her
crossbow but she could not move. She tried to cry out but she felt a
pressure on her voice box silencing her.
“Don't try that.” came a high-pitched lyrical voice.
Her eyes slid to her left to see a woman with pale white skin. Her
face was so thin that she could see her cheekbones poking out and her
eyes were sunken in and the bags under her black eyes made her face
looked like a scull.
She rested her hand on her shoulder and leaned in.
“After all, I wouldn't want you to hurt that precious voice of
yours.” she said stroking her throat. “Although, I never expected
the one who's caused so much uproar to be so young and beautiful. I
wish I didn't have to kill you, you would have made for such a
good apprentice!”
She her eyes widened.
Seriously! Is my eyes the only thing that I can move?
She though out of her fear and rage.
“Now I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do.” she
said as she placed her middle finger over her neck where the pulse
was. She could see that the her smile carried more than
maliciousness.
“I'm going to use this blade.” she said as she raised a blade to
her sight. “To slowly slice this throat of yours and as you die,
the last thing that you will feel is me licking your blood. Then when
you're dead I will use your organs for something special.”
Her heartbeat increased dramatically, the worst thing was, she knew
that Myranna could feel every moment. She was exactly where she
wanted her and she knew it. She also knew that there was only one way
to get out of this situation. She closed her eyes and dug in deep and
let her power overcome her and then let it out.
When her eyes opened the knife was in Myranna's head and then her arm
cut open and she fell to her knees.
“The witch is dead!” she shouted. She stood to her feet and
walked out of the room she walked down the stairs and met up with the
others. Together they lit the bone house on fire and watched as the
place was consumed by flames.
Ryo looked up at the moon.
“Worried?”
“No.”
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