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Showing posts with label B. Show all posts
The
Twisting nether of the curse pushed inward crushing Briar within the
deep realms of sleep. This was it. This time the hold wouldn't ebb
and she would certainly die.
Never setting her gaze on her
family again.
She screamed and a rush of warmth
swept over her as a pinprick of light appeared in the vast abyss.
Briar struggled, reaching for the light.
Had her prince finally come for
her?
The curse tightened around her,
unwillingly to release its hold.
The speck of light brightened and
Briar's brushed the warm glow with the tips of her fingers. The light
swelled until it enveloped her whole body.
But still the curse lingered.
Briar awoke with a gasp, the
light faded leaving her in a room so dark she wasn't sure if she was
awake or still within the cursed realm.
Her chest rose and fell with soft
erratic breaths as Briar became aware of her surroundings. Her bed,
her room. But so old it was as if it had been abandoned.
How long had she been asleep?
A cloak covered her naked body,
worn but not eaten by time. Her Prince's? Where was he? Briar shifted
on the bed and forced herself upright. As she did the weight of the
curse bore down on her and stole the breath from her lungs.
What was happening? Had she not
been freed from her spell? Had not a prince given her a kiss of true
love to awaken her?
Her legs shook as she stood.
There was nothing and no one to
answer her questions.
No Prince to save her from a
curse that still clung to her like cobwebs.
It left her with only one
choice.
To save herself.
Bubak
That's
how he preferred it.
All
that was needed was one last piece, one final soul to finish the
work.
“Come
on, it's over here.”
He
froze at the sound of voices and the dark place within him danced
with glee. He stuffed the Soul Garment into a chest at the foot of
his post and scurried back up it. Hanging himself across the large
t-shaped piece of wood and stared across the field, searching.
“Where
the hell is this thing?”
“Old
Man McCormack put the Scarecrow in the center of the field, look, you
can see the light from it's Jack-o-lantern head.”
“Damn,
that things creepy.”
Perfect,
they would make excellent additions to his coat.