If I Die Young, Bury Me in Satin
They were meant to have been together forever.
But their lives were cut short. As those around them watched, they died with their lifetime ahead of them. They were forbidden from the beginning, anyone could have predicted that they could not last. Each had heard her tell them that if she were to die young, they should go on, not let her death stop their own lives. None could have expected that all of their lives would end on one fateful day.
Mercury first. She fought as hard as she could against the evil. Her ice could not withstand the onslaught. Silently, her life left in one foggy breath. Then Jupiter. Her lightning flashed in the dome above their heads; her screams of anger echoed throughout the palace halls. She did not go quietly; her last blast injuring the man she had once trusted. Mars, resigned to her fate, confronted the men doing her best to weaken them. With one final thought—forgive me, my dear princess—she fell to the ground. Venus, overwhelmed and hurt, could only watch as the witch came closer. Her attention was drawn to the man challenging her and that was the last face she saw.
Serenity stood with her beloved, strong and proud amidst the despair. Endymion thrust her behind me, challenged the witch, and began to fight.
Serenity could do nothing but scream, silently, her face a mask of anguish as the witch calmly pulled the sword from Endymion. The blood glinted; Serenity's attention focused on the drop that fell from the tip to soak into the ground at her feet. Her head reeled, her heart shattered, but her bravery resolved itself.
With words full of anger and pride, Serenity vowed that the witch, Beryl, would not have her or her precious kingdom. And, without thought, Serenity took her beloved's sword and pierced her chest. She could not live in the world that had been created with her. It was not the coward's way, she thought, to take her life, but it would create the opportunity for her to have a second chance. A second chance in which she would, perhaps, be better prepared to defeat evil.
Lay me down in a bed of roses.
The Queen took her daughter's sacrifice and gave her another life.
The four men, generals of the witch, we allowed one moment of clarity in understanding what they had done. Before the horror could reach their heart, they were taken away.
Funny how, when you're dead, that people start listening.
No idea where this came from. But I'm thinking of doing a SilMil story and decided to dip my toes into the deep pool. Drop me a review if you feel so inclined!