Darkness.
All she could she was darkness.
The smell of iron was suffocating, the jolting of her tomb almost too much to bear.
She shouldn't be awake, the gas had kept her asleep for most of their journey... which means...
A final thump
Then
Silence.
A scuffle, and then slowly the iron coffin creaked open. The blonde girl blinked, the first sunlight she had seen in many weeks. Squinting, she saw a beautifully cruel face grinning down at her.
"Wake up little Queen, it's time to play"
Maybe she had died in the coffin and she was in hell... but whereever she was, Aelin was not going to go down without a fight.
This is simply an idea to a story that will hopefully turn into something that is fully written. So enjoy this little snippet for now :)
