ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhey :D ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis is part 2 of demon of the castle! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⠂ʟɪɴᴋꜱ⠐ ➤part one: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/765081773/ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⠂ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ⠐ ➤you guys seem to have a fascination with dark stories lately but that happens to line up with me because i love dark stories so *yay* ➤sooo part two has been heavily requested (by that i mean only three people asked for it haha but in my definition that's heavily lol) thus i have written it :) ➤if you guys like this, i'll do a prequel to part one too ;) ➤anyway. i seriously need more people to read shadow and bone because I HAVE NO ONE TO RANT TO ABOUT IT I AM GOING INSANE~ (thank goodness kotlc has a huge fandom or i'd be having the same problem) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⠂ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ⠐ ➤there's some renovation going on with my room, so bear with me if i'm not as active- ➤yes yes, part 23 of kotlc matchmaking will be out, dw hehe ➤i swear i'll read anything by leigh bardugo even if it's her shopping list ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⠂ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ⠐ ➤like part one, king alexander is inspired by the darkling (i practically stole the name alexander [almost] but we can just ignore that yk) (and yes i also sorta stole aleena's name kinda so) ➤music: brave - sara bareilles ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
!! tw: d3ath (no this one isn't going to have a happy ending) The cell I was being confined it wasn't even fit for dogs. It was so tiny, barely even a room, such that I couldn't move. A twitch of my feet and they had already struck the stone walls on the other side. I leaned back, resting my weary head on the smooth stone surface, cold to the touch - a blatant reminder of my misery. Of my impending death, too. I wonder how Giselle was faring. Truth be told, I was a lot ore concerned for her than I was concerned for myself. Since day one, I'd always known she wasn't cut out for battle, for the rebellion. In my mind, Giselle could only be pictured in a grand manor, among the many other esteemed socialites, not on the battlefield, fair skin bloodied and gold-spun hair matted. She'd always looked fragile, but inside, she had a will of steel. Now I could only hope she was strong enough to survive whatever came next. The clank of footsteps echoed down the walkway, and I instinctively sat up - it was probably a guard, here to give me my next meal. There were no windows; I could never be sure if it was night or day. Time seemed to warp in here. I had thought my execution would be yesterday, but it had not arrived yet. "Aleena Ellison!" his voice boomed as he stopped in front of my cell, and my heart rate quickened. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. "Your execution shall commence today. I am to escort you out of your cell," he declared. As he unlocked the gate to my cell, the only thing I felt was resignation. The rest of my heart was numb. The same thing must have been happening to Giselle, because a few corridors down, I could hear the sound of another cell being opened. My hands were cuffed promptly once the gate swung open, then I was swung to my feet. Without pausing a moment, with one hand clamped over my wrist in a vice like grip, he started to march me down the corridor. As I passed cell after cell full of inmates, they all cast me sombre looks. No one made it out of here, unless you were being brought out to be executed. Once you were brought in here, you died in here. Through barred windows, I could just see the execution block. My steps were leaden as I continued walking. Every few steps I stumbled - my injuries hadn't healed - but the guard's pace was relentless, never giving me a chance to catch my breath. Soon, we were out in the sunlight. The warm rays cast onto my face, like hope shining through the darkness. My eyes wandered to the man wielding the axe, and all thoughts of hope vanished. Giselle emerged soon after. Our eyes locked and we shared a look - possibly our last. I was ready for death, and I knew she was too. We had done everything we could. Our legacy was set in place, something that couldn't be stopped. And that was all I needed to know to make peace with myself. King Alexander stood from afar, watching. His slate grey eyes were cold, sharp like a serpent's. As I was pushed next to the executioner, I gulped, closing my eyes to brace myself for the pain that would surely follow. "Long live the rebellion!" I yelled, before blinding, searing pain burst across my neck, then my whole body, then it felt like wildfire was spreading through my insides. Then darkness. The last thing I heard was Giselle crying out the same thing.
