It faded in from white, and it made no sense at all, and she didn't know why she was screaming. "NO! Please! I'll do anything!" The girl screamed, and shrieked with suddenness, and fear before she was slapped, and pushed to the ground.
"Enough!" The Queen yelled. The sound reverberated, and the entire castle stood still.
"I shall spare your life, but you shall befall the pain you have bestowed upon me." She smirked. She was blond with pure black eyes that sparkled with maniacal glee. She wore a black, and purple Rolling Stones t-shirt, and black leather pants.
The girl grimaced. She knew whatever it was would tear her apart. She stood, and ran past the royal guards, and out of the castle. She ran as fast, and as far away as her legs would take her, and when she collapsed, she breathed a sigh. She was safe, at least for now, but where was she.
Her eyes opened as she sat up, and wiped the sweat from her face. She saw thick green tree's, and bushes, tiny multitudes of flowers, and countless butterflies. A few feet ahead there was a clearing. The sun shone through, and shew walked slowly, cautiously. She was always clumsy. She had all the scars to prove it. She peaked around the edge of a big oak tree into the clearing.
What she saw perplexed her. A boy was lying in the the clearing with his hands behind his head. She moved closer, advancing at a slow, stealthy pace. Her ivory dress blew in the wind, whipping across her dark skin. She could see him clearly now. He was dressed modestly. His porcelain skin was almost flawless. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her eyes traveled up his arms, and to his face. His brow was furrowed, and a moon shaped scar above his eyebrow crinkled. She rubbed her hands across her face, and started back up, but unfortunately she tripped.
His eyes snapped open, and he glanced up. There was a girl. Not six feet from him, and it looked as if she was playing dead.
"Miss, are you alright?" He whispered. He moved closer on his knees to check her pulse, and she opened her eyes.
When she looked up, she gasped. He had almond-shaped brown eyes that looked like two tiger eye gems. Her eyes were just a plain brown compared to his.
"Hello, I'm Peter Blair." He bowed, and she giggled. Her laugh was like sunshine, and fresh bread.
"I'm Alexandra Marie Ginger. You can call me Lexa. I don't happen to know you, do I?"
"Yes, but you wouldn't remember me, Miss Ginger." He took her hand, and kissed it. Lexa stiffened, and glanced around. The hairs on her arms stood up now. He noticed. There they stood, two feet apart. She shrugged off her shy persona, looked in his eyes, and slowly brought her hand to his cheek, but not for dramatic effect. She just didn't want to poke him in the eye.
"You're sort of beautiful." She giggled, and bounced on her toes.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"That's exactly how it was meant to be taken." She stuck her tongue ring out at him, and shook her head mockingly. Peter's laugh was deep, and throaty.
"Lexa-" She looked up into his eyes. "You have a bug on you shoulder."
She jumped, and swatted around her, and when she felt nothing, she stopped. She looked up, and didn't see Peter, but The Queen's Head Guard.
He was now a full head taller than her, and he was skinnier, and blond. His eyes were sea blue, instead of brown, and they were so sincere, full of hope, and frightened.
"I'm so sorry, Lexa. This will only hurt for a second."
Lexa was still trying to process what he had said when he hit her, and the world went dark.