Fight For Freedom
There had to be some way of getting out of the gilded cage, the golden prison that entrapped her. Her prince, her would-be liberator was dead, cremated and devoured by the sinister and ferocious dragon. It was out of sight for now, shew knew that it hadn't gone entirely because she could hear it occasionally roar and smell the sulphuric breath of fire it used to roast its victims. At least it was no longer in sight ans she hoped that when the moment came that she'd be strong enough to fight the fearsome enemy that had some innate psychic control over her.
She had to get out and be free of this bondage. She, who had been deceived into capture by her own kind and loving nature, tricked into wanting to help an apparently hopeless child, a mere manifestation of the dragon's. She had learned her lesson well, realising that the truest freedom comes from the want of escape.
Before she had been ignorrant of her own possibilities, then when her prince had come to rescue her, she'd been focused on his attempt, sure of his success and victory. It wasn't until she had witnessed his death at the hands of her adversary that she'd become truly aware of the giilded bars that surrounded her.
Now, now she strained with all her might to attain her freedom. She had seen the means of escape in a shard of metal that had been snapped off her late prince's valient sword and she strove to reach it with all her strength. She was tired, the effort to reach the seemingly insignificant piece of metal took her waining strength.
She felt hopeless and yet impatient at her own fraility. Her determination surged inside her renewing her as yet undefeated efforts. She knew she had little time until the dragon would return to watch his delicious captive, and that made the determination to escape and kill the dragon where her handsome and yet useless prince had failed grow within her.
She had to get out and be free of this bondage. She, who had been deceived into capture by her own kind and loving nature, tricked into wanting to help an apparently hopeless child, a mere manifestation of the dragon's. She had learned her lesson well, realising that the truest freedom comes from the want of escape.
Before she had been ignorrant of her own possibilities, then when her prince had come to rescue her, she'd been focused on his attempt, sure of his success and victory. It wasn't until she had witnessed his death at the hands of her adversary that she'd become truly aware of the giilded bars that surrounded her.
Now, now she strained with all her might to attain her freedom. She had seen the means of escape in a shard of metal that had been snapped off her late prince's valient sword and she strove to reach it with all her strength. She was tired, the effort to reach the seemingly insignificant piece of metal took her waining strength.
She felt hopeless and yet impatient at her own fraility. Her determination surged inside her renewing her as yet undefeated efforts. She knew she had little time until the dragon would return to watch his delicious captive, and that made the determination to escape and kill the dragon where her handsome and yet useless prince had failed grow within her.
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