fiasko
Her life is nothing.
Day after day she stays in the caves, thinking back to the life she once had.
She’d been a queen then. A mother. A lover. A someone.
But now she’s nothing. A simple prisoner of her own design. She will never see the Gates again. She will never see her children again … or at least, she’ll never see the twins again. What’s the reason in even being alive?
But there’s the irony isn’t it. They are the reason still, even though she can’t ever see them again. For her very being here promises their safety. Her continued existence in the Gates guarantees that the kingdom will remain safe.
She clings to that. It’s the only thing she has left.
She’s still clinging to that hope when the unfamiliar voice rings out across the gloom of her prison. She rouses herself from her dank corner, single eye peering through the darkness. A shape stands at the mouth of the cave … a massive, unrecognizable shape.
The scent of a predator fills her nose and panic begins to rise. “H-hello?” What is this thing doing here? What does it want with her, of all people? Her eye darts about the cave even though she already knows it’s useless. There are no other exits in this cave. There’s no way for her to escape. There’s no other choice to meet whatever this creature wants head on. “Can I help you?”
i'm still waiting for the world to end