Estelle once again lay in a dark pit.
Broken.
Spiritless.
Dead.
The blood lapped and receeded at her wounds, never enough to heal her, but never enough to dissapear.
The moments when the blood healed her, she cherished.
But when the blood left, the pain seemed to increase.
"WHY?!" she screamed in agony.
She was foolish.
Now, she was doomed.
No one would summon her now.
No one would end her suffering.
Not even her beautiful glass sword would help her.
How could it, when it was driven straight through herchest?
It was a long time before she felt the energy.
It stirred within her, like snakes in a hole.
And, once again, she rose from her pit, the most beautiful shade of red.
But her pain did not end.
Not even on the surface would her wounds heal.
And her glass sword, driven through her heart,
slid out.
It clanged on the ground, transforming into a snake.
This snale kept Estelle from slipping into the pit.
***
All over the city walked the dead. Seth was their leader.
An awful mix of exposed flesh and pelz dampened with blood.
His wight army limped behind him.
"Estelle," he sagte as he found his partner in evil.
"Join us." he streched out a hand
***
Estelle glared at him.
How could he be so foolish? The snake on her shoulder whispered many ways to kill him, but she ignored it. She desired an army of the undead.
And she knew she colud not kill him without some element of suprise.
She took the bloodied hand, and marched.
Together, they could conquer the nations.
But Estelle alone would rule it.
***
YAAY! DOOM!
Broken.
Spiritless.
Dead.
The blood lapped and receeded at her wounds, never enough to heal her, but never enough to dissapear.
The moments when the blood healed her, she cherished.
But when the blood left, the pain seemed to increase.
"WHY?!" she screamed in agony.
She was foolish.
Now, she was doomed.
No one would summon her now.
No one would end her suffering.
Not even her beautiful glass sword would help her.
How could it, when it was driven straight through herchest?
It was a long time before she felt the energy.
It stirred within her, like snakes in a hole.
And, once again, she rose from her pit, the most beautiful shade of red.
But her pain did not end.
Not even on the surface would her wounds heal.
And her glass sword, driven through her heart,
slid out.
It clanged on the ground, transforming into a snake.
This snale kept Estelle from slipping into the pit.
***
All over the city walked the dead. Seth was their leader.
An awful mix of exposed flesh and pelz dampened with blood.
His wight army limped behind him.
"Estelle," he sagte as he found his partner in evil.
"Join us." he streched out a hand
***
Estelle glared at him.
How could he be so foolish? The snake on her shoulder whispered many ways to kill him, but she ignored it. She desired an army of the undead.
And she knew she colud not kill him without some element of suprise.
She took the bloodied hand, and marched.
Together, they could conquer the nations.
But Estelle alone would rule it.
***
YAAY! DOOM!
Here's something."What was that!" Shadow said. Goes back inside."Hey Sonic I need your help outside, I heard something out there!"Shadow said."Why are Du telling me go tell that to Emily!"Sonic said."Heak no! I well give Du two reasons, 1 reason: I'm afraid she might make fun of me again, Reason 2:She want believe me.So get your but up and start walking!" Shadow said."Ok ok I'm going already and let go of me!" Sonic said."No I'm afraid that your gonna leave me."Shadow said. Outside (Again)."Can Du let go of me now?"Sonic said. "Yes now help mr find out what made that sound."Shadow said."Ok." Sonic looks behind the trash can."Hey Shadow look what I found a puppy!"Sonic said."So that was the thing that made the sound?!?"Shadow said."yep."Sonic said.
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!