An Arrow in My Shoulder
A/N: this is no way related to A Dark curse, just a little Drabble. Please enjoy and review.
The huntress faltered, she was surrounded. A chill ran down her spine as she gripped her sword. If she was going to die it would be fighting. Fighting for her beloved Queen.
She was lost in the fog, she couldn't see a thing, but she could hear them, taunting her, laughing. They thought this was a game.
She smiled, she was about to prove these fool wrong.
Swiftly she swung her blade to hear a satisfied crack. She dragged her blade, ruinng the armor, quickly she pulled back. She smirked, she blade was red with blood, it dripped to the hilt, covering her hands.
She smiled, she hacked away into the nothingness, listening to the subtle sounds and movements. They were no longer laughing, they were begging for mercy, a mercy she couldn't give. For they killed her Queen, her beloved Regina, and for that they would all die.