Prologue
20 years ago
A low breeze caressed the red, pink, yellow, and white petals of the dancing tulips. The sun, nowhere to be seen, was enveloped by the dark roaring clouds rooted into the sky. Sprinkles of rain doused the earth, and with every second, the precipitation became heavier.
In the middle of all the blossoms, lay an enormous gazebo. Intricate gold patterns crawl up the white poles of the elegant shelter, and a blue-tiled roof provided a dark shade over the statue-like family standing inside of it.
A maiden, with pale translucent hair, was the center of attention. Her tattered dress showed more skin than appropriate, and metal shackles bonded her ankles and wrists together. No speck of brightness shone through her eyes as she cast her vision downwards, hanging her head low.
The first to move was a man dressed in all black. His face was covered by a long mask, and in his left hand was an ax. A sharp, silver weapon, that could cut through any surface without a sound. In his other hand, was the maiden's thin shoulder, and with a light shove, she fell to her knees, before a block of wood.
Small sobs came out of a frail woman on the side, her waist-length hair falling in front of the little bump present on her abdomen. She held onto the railing of the gazebo, taking deep breaths, a hand on her stomach.
Next to the woman, was a lanky man. A frown etched on his face as he watched the headsman sharpen his axe over and over again. He knew that if he eliminated the girl, there would be no more problems along the way, but at the same time, she was someone so important to him.
In the background, was a group of people, all dressed casually. Most of the woman had trails of ruined makeup running down their faces. The men, however, had deep lines between their bushy eyebrows, with eyes narrowed into slits.
At the entrance of the beautiful garden, was a man. He stood behind a stone pillar, with his arms crossed. A smug smile stretched across his face, and he laughed mercilessly as the maiden whimpered under the executioner's tight grasp.
The long-haired woman, dragged the lanky man, her husband, away from the gazebo.
She locked her eyes with the man, challenging him with her intense stare, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Her husband swallowed. Once. Twice. He opened his mouth to say something, but his vocal cords rebelled against him, so he briefly nodded his head.
The wife swiftly looked away, her hair covering half of her face, as she slowly trotted back into the structure. She had her shoulders hunched, and quickly prepared for the next round of tears to come.
The headsman turned his head to meet the eyes of the tall man, awaiting his order.
"Do you have any last words?" the husband's question directed at the girl, his voice coarse.
The maiden looked up at the monstrous man, her petite voice laced with ice, "I expected more from you, father."
A flicker of sad emotions played across her father's face but was soon replaced with an unreadable facial expression.
He cleared his throat, making his demand clear, "Proceed."
The headsman held the girl by her fragile hair, and with an exaggerated lift of the ax, he brought it down on her neck.
She was already holding onto her husband for support, but when she saw her own daughter's head resting on her feet, the wife let out a scream and fell to the floor.
Hello everyone! I'm so happy you guys decided to check out this new fanfiction I've been working on. You're probably wondering: What the heck just happened? Well, I know this is confusing, but you have to realize that this is a prologue, and in a prologue, you're only supposed to briefly describe what's happening. Also, I couldn't give out any of the character's names or else it would have given the whole point of the book away. If you judged me for havign the executi N take place in a gazebo, it'll make sense in the future. It's an important part of the story. Anyways, so sorry for this confusing prologue—I'm not the best at writing—but I hope you enjoyed, and will submit a girl! Oh, and yes, this is a SYOC fanfiction, and I'll have a form in my profile!
P.s.: sorry if this was short
-Shannaenae