Fight For Freedom part 2
Her hands were cut from the sharp edge of the splinter of sword that lay in front of the cage, willing her to reach it. Her slim hands and arms were just able to stretch through the gilded bars and reach for the sharded metal.
She was constantly aware that the dragon could and would show up at any moment. Every attempt at reaching the splinter was hurried and nervous, in case her enemy returned to watch her. Her fingers on her right hand were cut and bleeding from the last attempt, but at least she had been able to draw the shard closer to her. When the bleeding had stopped she would try again with her other hand.
She lay during those cold nights in a huddled ball, in some kind of attempt to get warm. Then the sun would rise early and the beast would visit her golden cage under the shade of a large oak tree. Lately he never spoke, just watched and tormented her with his presence. Then when he had grown bored with watching her, he would pace away like a tired dog.
She was growing accustomed to these habits and would steel herself every dawn to support his presence. The smell of sulphur and rotten meat would penetrate into her nostrils, it made her feel physically sick. It was only her will to be freed and her determination that allowed her to continue fighting. Fighting to reach the shard, and then when she had it in her hands she would pick the lock and be free. Free, free to run home to the arms for her adoring parents.
She was constantly aware that the dragon could and would show up at any moment. Every attempt at reaching the splinter was hurried and nervous, in case her enemy returned to watch her. Her fingers on her right hand were cut and bleeding from the last attempt, but at least she had been able to draw the shard closer to her. When the bleeding had stopped she would try again with her other hand.
She lay during those cold nights in a huddled ball, in some kind of attempt to get warm. Then the sun would rise early and the beast would visit her golden cage under the shade of a large oak tree. Lately he never spoke, just watched and tormented her with his presence. Then when he had grown bored with watching her, he would pace away like a tired dog.
She was growing accustomed to these habits and would steel herself every dawn to support his presence. The smell of sulphur and rotten meat would penetrate into her nostrils, it made her feel physically sick. It was only her will to be freed and her determination that allowed her to continue fighting. Fighting to reach the shard, and then when she had it in her hands she would pick the lock and be free. Free, free to run home to the arms for her adoring parents.
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