The Young Queen - Chapter 3 - Talents
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mindcrackloveNot pirates! Heyo. Am I on the return? Is it happening? Maybe! Skyrim is addicting! I am the random! Sorry for the short chapter! Hope you enjoy, and as per usual, feedback all the things!
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It was their voices. It was them, who had stayed behind to help assure Queen Aurey’s and Pause’s escape. Beef and Paul’s screams echoed through the halls. To them, trapped in the closet, those few seconds were an infinity. Pause covered his ears and sunk to the floor. It was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, or get up, for that matter. Aurey sat there, still hiding in that closet, long after the screams ended. Pause hadn’t spoken since they began, nor had he moved. The queen tried, oh, she tried, to get him to speak. No dice.
“Oh Pause. Come on! You’re never this quiet.” Aurey whispered. He didn’t answer. Something told her he wasn’t going to answer her for a long time. A while after saying that, she heard footsteps down the hall.
“Oh little queen, come out and play! It won’t hurt much. We promise!” She heard the voices say.
So she did. She bursted out of the closet, wielding her dagger, which was beginning to elongate, until she had a sword. The first thing she noticed, was that there were only two Necromancers there. That meant Paul and Beef had gotten one!
“Let’s play.” She muttered, charging them with newfound confidence. The Necromancers obviously thought little of this girl. She was still young, not even in her teens. Still yet, both took a step backward. Something about this girl frightened them. One of them took a swing at the Queen, whose small size made it easy for her to evade. She fell and slid to the other side of them, and, seemingly with ease, shoved the blade into one one their backs. When He exploded into black dust, she turned to the other Necromancer.
“Your turn.” She said, but he already knew. He was already mid-swing, but she figured that. She ducked, and shoved her blade upward through the Necromancers stomach, causing him, too, to explode into dust.
“What… what did I just do?” She muttered to herself, dropping the blade and falling against the wall. She just stabbed two people, if you could call them that. But she was fine. There were no more. Right?
Wrong.
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It was their voices. It was them, who had stayed behind to help assure Queen Aurey’s and Pause’s escape. Beef and Paul’s screams echoed through the halls. To them, trapped in the closet, those few seconds were an infinity. Pause covered his ears and sunk to the floor. It was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, or get up, for that matter. Aurey sat there, still hiding in that closet, long after the screams ended. Pause hadn’t spoken since they began, nor had he moved. The queen tried, oh, she tried, to get him to speak. No dice.
“Oh Pause. Come on! You’re never this quiet.” Aurey whispered. He didn’t answer. Something told her he wasn’t going to answer her for a long time. A while after saying that, she heard footsteps down the hall.
“Oh little queen, come out and play! It won’t hurt much. We promise!” She heard the voices say.
So she did. She bursted out of the closet, wielding her dagger, which was beginning to elongate, until she had a sword. The first thing she noticed, was that there were only two Necromancers there. That meant Paul and Beef had gotten one!
“Let’s play.” She muttered, charging them with newfound confidence. The Necromancers obviously thought little of this girl. She was still young, not even in her teens. Still yet, both took a step backward. Something about this girl frightened them. One of them took a swing at the Queen, whose small size made it easy for her to evade. She fell and slid to the other side of them, and, seemingly with ease, shoved the blade into one one their backs. When He exploded into black dust, she turned to the other Necromancer.
“Your turn.” She said, but he already knew. He was already mid-swing, but she figured that. She ducked, and shoved her blade upward through the Necromancers stomach, causing him, too, to explode into dust.
“What… what did I just do?” She muttered to herself, dropping the blade and falling against the wall. She just stabbed two people, if you could call them that. But she was fine. There were no more. Right?
Wrong.
