Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

this rage. Lindsay shook her head and sniffled into a tissue. “Mom, get me the microphone,” she ordered. Her mother went near where the reverend stood and pulled out a microphone connected to a myriad of cords and handed it to her daughter.
Her daughter turned it on now without it making any noise. I didn’t want to do this. I don’t want anyone to get distracted. “Hello citizens, please don’t stop your fighting, just listen please. I, Princess Lindsay Dermot, will be fighting the one and only Orphelia peasant person for what was going to be my husband. The woman, or young girl who dies, will no longer be living obviously,” she laughed, “but the woman or young girl who lives, will keep Glytherin. Let’s face it though; it’ll always be the woman.”
Now, I couldn’t even believe I was fighting for Glytherin like this, like I knew I could take care of myself. I knew I couldn’t though. “Fight’s starting now.” She threw the microphone behind her where it struck the hard wooden floor. My feet were cold underneath it, my dress was ruined, and I was all messed up. I took the sword out of the wall behind me with some struggle. Lindsay laughed soundlessly but was smiling. Why was she so sure she was going to live? All of a sudden, an animal burst through the door and were attacking a couple of men. Now, Lindsay was taking charge towards me. I pulled up my knife-it was heavy-and struck it to her waist. As that happened, her knife struck my shoulder. There was a small line of blood, no big deal I guess. She leaned to her side off balance. She struck at me again but this time, my sword slashed across hers. Her sword’s weight was slowly fumbled down on me. I gave out a shriek as I released her sword from mine’s grip.
She laughed slowly as she struck at my waist. This wasn’t equal! I had no experience at all. She bit her lip leaving her blood behind. What in the world was wrong with this woman? She turned to me and twisted leaping in the air striking for my feet and then I moved it certainly and stuck at hers. She yelled out of pain.
“Damn you Orphelia!” she yelled. This wasn’t the nicest of things said to me for a while and I didn’t mind it either. I looked at her uncertainly. Her toe was cut off. I covered my mouth now. ”I’m going to kill you!” she charged at me once again and I moved out of the way so she crashed into the wall. If I could start off slow and then end up letting her loose without killing her, I think that would become the best idea. She slashed a scratch a long my collar bone. This was absolutely great.
I touched it where no blood came off. I laughed at her. She hadn’t scratched me at all. She swung at my hands and my finger was cut but only stung like a paper cut. The cut was practically the size of a paper cut.
“This is lame,” I said teasing her. Now I sliced her at her hair where a lot of it was cut off as well. She touched it now. Her nice fine blond curly hair now cut into a shrub. “Glytherin will still think I’m beautiful!” she yelled.
“I know,” I said. “That was an accident, I was aiming for your neck.” She gasped and shredded her sword and my head where she caught nothing but air. There was always dodge ball, the only thing I was good at in PE.
I smiled delightedly. Our sword rubbed against each other again. I looked at her and she was slowly laughing against it so loudly that the castle began to echo her shrieking high pitch snarl. She was like a mixed breed dog with rabies. She had spit flinging out of her mouth in anger. I ignored all of her actions and began putting pressure against her. She began bending backwards. She knew that if she let go of her grip, my knife would cut her straight in half. Now, she fell to the ground and my knife accidentally cut the bottom of her chin and blood the color of black began to spill. I looked at it in disgust but she hadn’t given up. “Give me a chance!” she yelled. “Please don’t kill me!”
“You wanted the fight!” I demanded. “You wanted this! I’m only proving something!”
“What?”
“You’re a coward! You’re afraid to die! Admit it!”
“No,” she said still holding on the sword tightly. “I just want Glytherin back.”
I let go of her now. “You told him that he was surely going to die after the war, you told him that and it scared him.” She didn’t strike at me once she got up.
“That’s why he came back to me in order to say good bye, to me. I don’t mean to be like this, but, you would’ve been a terrible wife anyway, and I’m pretty sure this is illegal in all ways to be married with a sixteen year old being the age you are.”
“Oh really?” she said. “I bet it’s not legal to be having a tiny crush on a boy being your age!”
How old did I look to her? I calmed down a moment still guarding myself with my sword. “I’m sixteen,” I said. “That’s perfectly fine.”
She struck again, her knife going for my throat. I quickly moved out of the way and sliced at her calf. She screamed in pain and fell flinging her knife towards me. The next moment, the knife went through my stomach. The back of my dress broke open and my wings opened up steadily. Lindsay looked at me carefully.
I fell to the ground. She laughed now. Blood began spurting out from where I was cut. I didn’t cry or yell. I didn’t make any reaction at all. I took the knife from under me. Lindsay stood up from her place. “Do you give in, or do I have to kill you?” She asked. I sat up from my spot and pulled out a hand.
“I give up.” I said. “I can hardly move.” She looked at me and tilted her head.
“Really?” she asked. I nodded assuring her.
She pulled me up and I placed the knife in her stomach.
“Not really!” I yelled going into a scream. “Of course I’m not going to let you go so easily!” She didn’t fall like I did but didn’t give up either. Unbelievably, she nursed herself back to health. Now, she turned a green color. Was she going to throw up or something? No, she wasn’t.
Now what was once her legs began turning into those tentacle things that I’d seen on the men outside. I looked at her tentatively. She looked at me as her height grew a couple of inches over mine.
“I won’t let you

go so easily!” she yelled now. She flung herself over me for a moment and threw the knife out of my hand. I swung a fist at her face not making much of a difference of anything. My hand just slipped through her slimy face. She was taller than most of the men outside and she was a lot more disgusting. I looked her up and down. Her voice was deeper now.
“Are you a guy?” I asked. Her blond hair had shredded from her head. She shook her head with slime falling easily from it. “What should I do with you?” she said circling me. “Kill you, eat you, burn you, keep your ashes as well? I would love another bowl of ashes to add to my collection. If only I wanted to do that. I want to kill you in front of Glytherin,” she said. I looked up at her as her breath piled over me in a rotten garbage smell.
“You can do whatever you want to.” I told her. “No one will care.”
“Then,” she added. “I will make Glytherin my husband or I’ll kill the rest of his friends, and if he doesn’t do that, I’ll kill his family and if he doesn’t marry me then, I’ll just have to kill him.” I looked down at her toe that was missing one and black blood was spilling from it. Didn’t the other men have green slime as their blood? I believed so.
“Don’t do that,” I murmured. “You don’t want to wreck some of the best people. They could make a difference for you. Don’t you want to be pretty? They can make you pretty. You just-don’t kill anyone alright?” She looked at me without mercy.
“But I’ll kill you,” she said in an anguish voice. I swallowed, hard and nodded.
“Yes, but no one else, even if Glytherin says he doesn’t want to marry you. You’ll find someone else, I promise. You could find any guy in like, two days if you looked. Just don’t kill anyone.”
She smiled and hardly looked at me. “I’ll see what I can do about that, but I’m not making any promises.” She said in a lower voice. She held the sword to my neck and brought me outside. She was holding the microphone. “Everyone stop the battling!” she yelled. Everyone heard distant gasping. Glytherin and Rigor were both standing side by side watching.
“I am your princess as you all may know. I’m killing this dear Orphelia because I want the ones who might love her, to suffer, and to marry me. It goes all around.”
I glanced at everyone’s faces. Almost all of her men were dead. Only a few stood. I looked down at the ground as my neck curled around the sword waiting for her to stop talking so I could die already. She didn’t exactly loosen up, but she did talk more softly. Then, I felt a soft sharp point on my back. Lindsay fell back leaving a scrape on my cheekbone from the sword and Glytherin taking his knife from her heart. He looked at the sputtering creature, and then he looked up at me. The fighting went on again but the men were terrified that the princess had been punctured.
“See what I told you?” Glytherin said. “I wanted you to go back but now, you’re even more injured than I am.” He looked at me up and down and I gave him a straight yet satisfying face.
“What does that mean?” I asked. “I know you killed her, and I did nothing but she’s gone isn’t she? I’m not hurt am I?” that was stupid to ask. “If it weren’t