Hello again, long time no see! I'm terribly sorry for how long this took, it's been half finished for MONTHS now, but I haven't been up to finishing it! So here it is!
And a heads up, my lovely lady and reviewer is in the process of designing a cover picture for this story! ;w; It's in pencil as of this moment, but it looks absolutely FABULOUS!
I would like to acknowledge Admerxin13 for helping with the continuation of this story, giving a much appreciated input and idea of how to get on with it! ;w; So thank you very much!
Any whom, on with the story! Sorry for its shortness in length!
I sat in silence, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, filled with a rush crawling all over me. Perhaps this was not what I thought it was I was feeling, but for now, I felt the need to act on it. His words had sunk in further, deeper within my mind, his voice, that cool, calm tone that he had always held with me, even before coming to this madness. I could feel something rising within me as I hesitated, but turned to look at him, almost catching him off guard. With the catch, came the release.
"Impressed?" I asked, forcing out the word. I could feel the dark blush on my face growing. Or perhaps it wasn't a blush at all? He began to stand tall once more before me, but I quickly followed suit, pulling myself up with the wall, my body was terribly sore and tired, and yet, something relit within me. "After everything, everything, you're impressed?"
He tilted his head slightly, his smirk becoming less as he gave a small smile, clearly not sure how to be taking this. It was completely unexpected in his books. I held my arms out to gesture to the condition I was currently in; cut, scraped, battered, bruised, shoeless. The Goblin King merely crossed his arms, raising a brow. "You took this challenge upon yourself."
"I - had - no - choice!" I responded with a heavy emphasis, turning to face away from him once more. The words coming to mind felt right, but I knew that they sounded wrong, misplaced, they were coming out so quickly that I couldn't process what I meant long enough to make it sound somewhat sensible. Right now I just didn't care, so long as he heard the disarray he was causing. I turned back to face him, not sure what I was supposed to feel. "You - you made this happen! You tricked me, when I trusted you! None of it was anything was it, 'Mister King', this was all just a game, something to keep you entertained, as you 'reclaimed' your prize?! There was nothing, but you made it more than nothing! I trusted you, and you-why would you make me trust you?! And then THIS!"
He stepped closer, and I couldn't help but do just the same. There was a flicker in his eyes that reflected yet another unexpected turn of events, causing him to take just a small step back. In the back of my mind, as I stood before this man, I couldn't help but truly realize how much taller than me he was. Not by a lot, but enough that I had to look up to him. I mustered up as much of a glare that I could, staring right at him as I tried to reorganize my thoughts, but I was interrupted as he slowly reached his hand forwards, intent on brushing those slender, gloved fingers against my cheek. I could see the small smile on his face and short gleam in his eyes, already guessing that he was going to tell me to just give up. I immediately swatted his hand away before he could touch me and he calmly retracted it, moving his other onto his hip, furrowing his brow, a playful smirk on his face. I felt a shock run through me, a sharp chill, and instantly began to regret it. He must have noticed as I began to lose my thoughts. He took a step closer. I took a step back.