Darkness

Darkness filled the street even as she gazed, crawling on and over everything in its path. It struck her, eliminating her shadow, filling her with chilled air.

Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she gasped, feeling as though evil pervaded the night.

Why was it this night felt so different to any other? She raised her gaze to the castle window once more...and the light flickered, and died.

Had it died? Or had another, more evil hand dealt a blow to the King?

She scrambled to her feet and ran towards the castle. Fleet of foot, swift as an arrow shot from a bow, but not hasty enough to escape six coal horses that galloped after her, hidden by the wings of the night.

They surrounded her, visors unclosed, dark armour glistening by the light of a lantern that one held above his head.

“One step too far, young Critak,” a creaky voice said.

She looked up, eyes black and unreadable, standing out in her white face.

“Not a moment too soon, Ahkrid” she answered.

His horse sank on its knees with a strangled cry.

“Wha-” he began with an angry cry that turned into a scream as the horse rolled over on top of him.

At the same moment the other horses started to foam at the mouth and rear.

She smiled, a brief flash.

“Traqlin,” she waved the handkerchief in explanation at the chief leader as she skipped over the bodies of the now silent horses and their pinned owners.

He cursed her as she ran, once more, towards the castle.


Word race with Miriam. :) <3 Miriam beat me.