A Noble's Death
A/N
This in NOT titled 'A Noble Death'. It is titled 'A Noble's Death'. Got it? Good. Ok. This fic is very weird. Absolutely no names are mentioned so it could be almost anyone. o.0
My hair was pulled away from my face and then cascaded down my back in long, blonde, ringlets. I had a variety of cosmetics and I was wearing most of them. It was not overdone, but it was a more subtle beauty. I wore a dark blue dress that brought out similar colors in my eyes. It had long flowing sleeves that fell over my hands and a low neckline.
I took one last look at my self in the mirror and headed out the door. As soon as I had made it down stairs, I could hear music and hear people laughing and talking.
As I slowly walked down the steps, I heard a noise behind me. I turned, and saw a man. He was dressed as richly as the nobles were, but he was holding a small dagger. I stopped and watched him as he walked closer. As he cleared the last few stairs toward me, he raised the dagger and thrust it into my stomach. I let out a weak cry as I clutched the knife in my stomach.
I must have fallen over because the next thing I knew, I was lying at the bottom of the steps in a puddle of my own blood. I brought my hands up to where I could see them and they were covered in blood. I was having more of a struggle with each breath I took. I finally closed by eyes and my breathing slowed.
In my dream there was a short figure in a cloak. The figure held a scythe; it's long curved blade stained red from old blood. He, for I knew now that it had to be the black god, walked towered me. He spoke, in a thin, whisper of a voice, "Your time has come young one. You are already gone back there. They will find your body and mourn your death, but your spirit will live on here. Now you must come with me." He turned and began walking back the way he came. I followed him into the dark mist that was swirling around us.
A small crowd had gathered around the body. The spoke in whispers about the rumors that had been following this girl.
Her family was notified, her room was cleaned out and all was forgotten. All she left was a few broken hearts and a red stain on the cold floor.
