Chapter 2: Dagger's Love
A girl slowly walked up the row of steps. She clung onto the banister, knowing, that her loved one so recently held onto it. She hoped that she could feel her loved one's warmth still on the banister, knowing there wasn't. The girl looked out a nearby window next to the stairs. She saw her love, her joy, walk past the gardens leading to the entrance of the castle. She watched as he walked through the gateway, and turned the corner. She couldn't see him any more.
The girl slid down on the stairs, wrapping her arms around her knees. The pain she felt was unbearable. This feeling, this feeling of doom, overwhelmed the queen as she cradled herself to a resting state.
"Zidane will come back, he will, I know he will," thought Dagger, "Besides," said Garnet aloud as she grabbed hold of the banister and pulled herself up again, "I'm a queen. No time to worry about one. I have a whole population to take after."
Garnet then walked proudly up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to her room. When she reached her door, she looked at a cloak on the chair by the window. Without another thought, she grabbed the cloak, flung it around herself and started running down the steps, hoping that Zidane was still there.
The queen raced past servants, knocking some over. She didn't even turn to say her apologies; she was too scared to look back. For if she did, she would not keep going. Dagger pushed open the doors of the castle and ran at full speed through the gardens. This oddly reminded her of when Zidane returned from his almost demise at the Iifa tree. How she raced to meet him on stage during her favorite play, how she felt that if she looked back, and then looked back up at the stage, Zidane wouldn't be there any more. It would all be an image. Dagger's legs could surely go faster than this.
When she reached the end of the gardens in the front, she went through the gateway, and turned to the right. She ran as fast as she could, not caring about what the townspeople said as she ran by, not caring what Steiner was yelling at her, running far behind her. She blocked all other sound out other than the beat of her heart in her ears. Dagger could see the docks in the distance. She couldn't tell whether Zidane's ship had left or not, so she ran even faster. Sweat was running down the queen's face, disappearing soon after Garnet stopped running. She could see the ship.
Yet it was far away. The ship had sailed off, now at least two miles away from the dock. She ran up to the dock's edge and screamed.
"Zidane! Come back! Please! Something is going to happen! I know it!" shrieked Dagger.
And she fainted.
A girl slowly walked up the row of steps. She clung onto the banister, knowing, that her loved one so recently held onto it. She hoped that she could feel her loved one's warmth still on the banister, knowing there wasn't. The girl looked out a nearby window next to the stairs. She saw her love, her joy, walk past the gardens leading to the entrance of the castle. She watched as he walked through the gateway, and turned the corner. She couldn't see him any more.
The girl slid down on the stairs, wrapping her arms around her knees. The pain she felt was unbearable. This feeling, this feeling of doom, overwhelmed the queen as she cradled herself to a resting state.
"Zidane will come back, he will, I know he will," thought Dagger, "Besides," said Garnet aloud as she grabbed hold of the banister and pulled herself up again, "I'm a queen. No time to worry about one. I have a whole population to take after."
Garnet then walked proudly up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to her room. When she reached her door, she looked at a cloak on the chair by the window. Without another thought, she grabbed the cloak, flung it around herself and started running down the steps, hoping that Zidane was still there.
The queen raced past servants, knocking some over. She didn't even turn to say her apologies; she was too scared to look back. For if she did, she would not keep going. Dagger pushed open the doors of the castle and ran at full speed through the gardens. This oddly reminded her of when Zidane returned from his almost demise at the Iifa tree. How she raced to meet him on stage during her favorite play, how she felt that if she looked back, and then looked back up at the stage, Zidane wouldn't be there any more. It would all be an image. Dagger's legs could surely go faster than this.
When she reached the end of the gardens in the front, she went through the gateway, and turned to the right. She ran as fast as she could, not caring about what the townspeople said as she ran by, not caring what Steiner was yelling at her, running far behind her. She blocked all other sound out other than the beat of her heart in her ears. Dagger could see the docks in the distance. She couldn't tell whether Zidane's ship had left or not, so she ran even faster. Sweat was running down the queen's face, disappearing soon after Garnet stopped running. She could see the ship.
Yet it was far away. The ship had sailed off, now at least two miles away from the dock. She ran up to the dock's edge and screamed.
"Zidane! Come back! Please! Something is going to happen! I know it!" shrieked Dagger.
And she fainted.