Came up with it in the shower, and it's a little depressing.
Blood, Flowers and Mirrors
She lay there, on the verge of death, and knew that she was finally the free wind. She had felt it when he had perished, and rejoiced deep in her heart of hearts. But what good was freedom when you no longer had choices?
She could feel her life-blood draining from her body to mix with the blood from all the corpses lying limp and bleeding around her in the clearing-turned-battlefield.
Her hope rested on one man. The one who held not only her life, but her heart, in his hands. He could choose to leave her, leave her body to rot and decay along with the hundred others on this small battlefield. Or he could save her, mend her body – and her soul, too, in time – and give her a second chance at living.
As her vision began to fade, a blurred figure passed into her line of sight. Her eyes drifted shut as a sword was raised over her broken, battered body. Is this the end? The thought floated behind her eyelids, then all was black and silent.
She returned to that fateful place, and looked out across the crimson grass. A small, solemn smile touched her lips.
There, right where she had lain bleeding, was a pure-white flower. It reminded her of her sister, who she had not hidden well enough, and had been yet another casualty of the horrific battles. But she felt little guilt – for the soulless young girl death had been the only offer of freedom – and grieved only when she looked into a mirror, the thing that reminded her most of the emotionless incarnation.
So she turned, and walked back through the forest, to the palace with no mirrors, where her silver-haired love waited.
Don't know why I put the last part in italics, my brain told me to.
Who needs originality when they can just re-write a songfic they wrote almost a year ago, change it a little, and upload it as a one-shot. -sigh- I wish I could come up with something vaguely resembling a good plot.
