TypeTheDragon

10 years later Any traces of the crowd that had gathered in the room only hours before had been cleaned by the castle workers, which now was empty apart from 2 women. One sat upon the single, high backed throne, her elegant dress hiding her scarred, twisted legs. A crown of gold oak leaves, the symbol of the royal family, was nestled into her long black hair, pulled back from her face, showing off her large green eyes. The other was standing in front of her; her auburn hair pulled back into a practical, but intricate braid, which caught the sun light as it shone through the large windows. Her rich brown dress was decorated with delicate emb

Maple slept with half her body hanging out of the bed. Her now frizzy reddish-brown hair blended with her crimson bedspread and the pillow she was wrapped around.  Her snores carried through the door to the neighbouring room, where Cypress quietly read a book by the light of the candle, every now and then flicking the pages with her mind. Birch waked down the corridor, tapping lightly on Maple’s door, which flew open after the second knock. “What do you want?” she hissed when she saw who it was, hiding her dagger, which she had grabbed when she heard a person outside her door, in the folds of her nightdress. In the next ro

The King paced around the room he shared with his wife; years of pacing the same path had left some marks on the carpet. The Captain of the Guards stood inside the door, with the second in command at his side. Their helmets were tucked under their arms, their metal armour reflecting the weak, cloudy light that came through the windows, giving them the appearance of metal ghosts. “We are certain, Your Majesty; the Nanny is nowhere to be found in the palace.” The King sat down in his chair in front of the fire, Queen Willow sat on her own chair beside him. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap and her face betrayed no emotion ap

The rain poured down around them, the girls ran from the boy who had mud clenched in his hand.  The water drenched their expensive clothes, making the man and women who stood beside the window smile.  The younger girl picked up a handful of mud and threw it at the boy, laughing as it slammed into him on the side, staining the fabric. Their nanny stalked forward, her cloak pulled up to protect her wrinkled face, but fell back with a gust of wind, leaves from the surrounding trees blew into her face, cutting off her vision. Her hand lunged with surprising speed and accuracy to claw at the eldest girls’ cloak, but the girl simply shrugged

A little forest child With flowers in her hair Feet softly brush the earth Leaves dancing in the air. The little forest child Grew into a beautiful flower But she was snatched from her garden And is trapped in a stone tower. The little forest child All sad and alone Is mistreated and abused And dreams of her forest home. The little forest child Now has a child herself Who wants to dance in the trees Like the other nature elves.

I trudge through the undergrowth, sticks and vines clutching at my feet, reaching out like claws to trip me.   Thump! I pivot on the spot, through the undergrowth I see a mop of brown hair covered in twigs and leaves, bobbing in and out of my view as Isaac struggles to unsnag his shoelace from a root.  This isn’t the first time he’s tripped today.  I tread back to him and reach down to his tangled shoes. With a slight tug he’s free of the foliage and we continue our trek through the trees.  We trot along, trying to cover as much distance as we can.  In this world nowhere is truly safe, there are only safer places.  And I w