Fight For Freedom part 3
She had at last, after weary days of attempt, reached the shard of metal. She held it now in the folds of her dress, so that the razor sharp edges would not cut her delicate skin or open the newly healed wounds from her struggled attempts. She had hidden it, so that should the dragon come to taunt her he would not suspect.
She waited till the witching hour when the moon, the glorious heavenly goddess of the skies, was at her glory, shining and lighting up all that lay beneath. Then with the upmost care, because she didn't not yet want to arouse the dragon from his slumber, she carefully and meticulously picked away at the lock which imprisoned her.
She mused on the childishness of having a lock on the cage when the dragon could not use it. He had placed her in there, not by pushing her inside but by tricking her into going in herself and then melting the key with his furnace breath.
But she was beyond fear and she'd grown strong inside that golden cage. Her mind had flown in liberty even if her body had not. Only when the dragon had bent her mind to his had she been truly imprisoned.
She fought the lock and let the feeling of the metal against metal inside the lock guide her to the release. She was free body and mind, released by her own strength from the captivity that had imprisoned her.
She would hide, she needed sleep. The sleep of the free to make her body strong, and then she would find the dragon and avenge the death of the unsuccesful prince. She had made a bargain within herself that she would kill that dragon and send it to the cold icy fingers of death.
She waited till the witching hour when the moon, the glorious heavenly goddess of the skies, was at her glory, shining and lighting up all that lay beneath. Then with the upmost care, because she didn't not yet want to arouse the dragon from his slumber, she carefully and meticulously picked away at the lock which imprisoned her.
She mused on the childishness of having a lock on the cage when the dragon could not use it. He had placed her in there, not by pushing her inside but by tricking her into going in herself and then melting the key with his furnace breath.
But she was beyond fear and she'd grown strong inside that golden cage. Her mind had flown in liberty even if her body had not. Only when the dragon had bent her mind to his had she been truly imprisoned.
She fought the lock and let the feeling of the metal against metal inside the lock guide her to the release. She was free body and mind, released by her own strength from the captivity that had imprisoned her.
She would hide, she needed sleep. The sleep of the free to make her body strong, and then she would find the dragon and avenge the death of the unsuccesful prince. She had made a bargain within herself that she would kill that dragon and send it to the cold icy fingers of death.
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