Author's Note: This is only a oneshot. And yes I am working on My Cup of Poison.
Enjoy. It's pretty weird, random veils coming out.
Through those Bright Threads
How did this happen?
I felt the sharp blade enter my chest, breaking skin, slipping through my rib cage, until it stopped a mere centimeter away from my heart. Staring in blank shock, my body swayed and hit the steps with a soundless thud.
Ironically, the place where my demise would slowly approach, was at the foot of the throne.
The throne.
A specimen of truly beautiful architecture. It was carved out of a pure white marble, the seat worn where many benevolent Dragon kings had rested. The throne was over six feet tall, steps imitated in the likeness of a sleeping dragon led to it. A costly thick mauve velvet cloth draped itself luxuriously across the arms. Many times I would skip out on duties just to dig my fingers in its soft loveliness. Sheer, gauzy, veils of the finest threads drooped and puddled around the bottom of the throne. The back of this marvelous sculpture depicted a beautiful white dragon twisting its way to the heavens, each scale representing an elaborate snowdrop.
No longer was it white. Drops of my own crimson blood spattered the image, turning the scales a dirty shade of white. Another streak followed, snaking itself down and tangling with the velvet. The steps were now tainted with my life water.
Dazed, I wondered how long they would have to scrub it off the marble. How long they would restore the throne to its original beauty...how long until my memory and blood disappeared from the palace itself.
My thoughts flowed, my life floating before my eyes. The day I first was initiated, the days of admiring the courts of the Dragon palace, the days of flirting shamelessly with the Yellow Dragon Officer, days of sharing shy kisses with the dragon fighter that died immediately in the beginning of the siege...
The demon who had oh-so-thoughtfully flung a dagger at me, chanted with estatic glee on having ended another insignificant human life. It (for lack of better name thereof) scampered away leaving the sharp piece of steel in my flesh.
Not wanting to concentrate on something painfully inserted in my body. I looked reverently back on the throne.
How often I dreamed of being a princess when I was young! When innocence was no stranger and imagination was broader. The veils fluttered in a non-existent breeze. Famous for the sheer lightness, I had coveted those veils ever since they had been offered to lord Lykouleon as a tribute gift.
One of my goals were touching those veils. As silly as it was, I was arrested by a longing to stroke and feel each thread.
Well why not? I thought impulsively, ignoring the sharp pains stabbing me rhythmically. My other dreams were so far away from me now. Why not take a chance? Dreams of being a bride, having children, making my long dead parents proud, and living to see a new era of hope and prosperity ruled by the dragon lord Lykouleon were pretty much nil.
Except this one. In vain, I stretched out my hand, my fingers scrabbling to grasp those weaved miracles. The harder I tried, the more dark became my vision.
A single brush, silky material coming alive, exhilirated me. I felt no pain whatsoever as I clutched at those treasures. I tilted my head up and smiled, relieved.
Another veil suddenly blocked my view, this one more beautiful and lighter than the one crumpled in my hands. A tapestry rivaling Rasealene's own embroidery skills. Something that seemed...heavenly.
Hesitantly, I released one reluctant hand from the cloth. It hovered over the brighter weaving.
Crossing the gap, I touched.
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...What just happened?