Well, between chemo and overreacting moms, you get me sick, skipping (with permission) class and another chapter of The Great War. Wheeeeeeeeeeee! It's oober short, but that's ok.
It felt like the world was falling down. The entire castle was shaking, dust and bits of marble falling from the ceiling. However, there were very few screams. Almost everyone who wasn't a soldier had left for the High Kingdom already.
Sarah was running through the palace, trying not to get sliced into pieces every time a window imploded. She didn't know enough magic to be able to shield herself from the flying glass. Where was Charlotte? She wouldn't hide, or run away, as most people had been encouraging her to. Something was wrong, very wrong.
She ran upstairs, around corridors, using what little magic she had to block the way behind her so if someone was following her, they would be slowed down some. Finally, she got to Charlotte's bedroom. Sarah walked in without knocking.
Charlotte was lying on the bed, breathing shallowly, staring blankly at the ceiling. She was coated in sweat.
"Charlotte!" Sarah cried, running over to the dying queen.
"Sarah," she rasped.
"What happened?" Sarah asked, kneeling and taking Charlotte's hand.
"Connection," Charlotte whispered. "My husband dies, I die and vice versa. I don't have much time left. He died last night."
"I'm sorry," Sarah said. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No, nothing."
Sarah just sat there, silently for a very long time. Even as the castle continued to shake, she just waited as Charlotte took her last few breaths.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the room was filled with white light. Sarah fell to the ground, unconscious.
Soooooo, whatdaya think? Please let me know!:D
