The young girl grasped her sword. Her breathing became shallow, unsteady. She tried to lift herself from the floor. Every attempt ended in failure. As she glanced up, peering through her fallen hair, she saw a pair of heels advancing toward her. She tried to crawl away, but these heels were faster, the owner still possessing full strength. The heels made contact with her beaten side, forcing her body back across the ornate floor. She coughed, gasping for lost air.
The owner of the heels stared down at the beaten girl. Tell me Little Bird, what do you hope to achieve? She walked at leisure towards a limp body. To think that Dragon Boy couldnt handle me. She leaned down with grace, hair cascading over her shoulders. She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him with ease. He would have made a fine knight for me. She looked him over, measuring his worth. Perhaps even king. She scoffed. King? And rule over me? Four wings erupted from her back. She tossed the limp male at the defeated girl.
She watched as her comrade fell beside her. Her eyes caught a glimpse of his chest rising and falling. She reached out to him, but her opponent was faster. She grabbed the girl by her long black hair, she glared at her, her eyes searing into her shaking body.
Tell me Little Bird, how much does he mean to you? She released her hair, dropping her to the floor once again.
She extended her arm and released a scream. A sword protruded from her palm. She clenched the hilt as she placed the blade above the boys chest. Tell me how much he means to you! She brought the sword down.
The girl released a cry. Wings sprouted from her back. Wings gave to flight, allowing her the speed she needed. The enemy pierced through flesh. The girl cried out and fell limp near the boy.
She had trouble breathing, her heart couldnt keep pace, her mind slowed, light gave way to darkness.
The four winged being laughed. You could have just said so, Little Bird!
The girl tried to reach for the sword buried in her. Her fingers shook, but could not find the strength to hold it. There was no strength left in her.
Rise, Dragon Boy.
The boy stood and kneeled before his queen.
Useless, Little Bird. She stroked his chin. Such actions will get you nowhere.
The girl couldnt hold on any longer and eventually blacked out.