Gothic-Enchantress

She stopped running when she came to the nearest forest. For all she knew the nightmare could be trailing her, or hiding in the forest. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and cautiously walked through the forest. It was a peculiar forest. There were no sound, no birds, no insects. No life. The trees themselves cast a deathly glow in the forest. Although it was midday, the forest seemed as dark as night. That’s when she noticed. The trees – they were white. All over the dead world, the trees were black, as if rotten from the core, but these were not. There was only one place she had seen such trees before. The white forest. The enchant...

She shouldn’t be here. She knew, deep down. She was fighting the urge to run in the other direction, out of the village. It was the first time she had been anywhere near civilisation in many years. Trying to avoid eye contact, she stared at the ground as she walked through the muddy streets.*** We should move the troops into the ravine. It will be getting dark soon, and we could surprise the enemy” “That’s not acceptable. We could be ambushed. We will stay here until we are sure the passage is clear” ***Flashbacks were common to her these days. Horrors of wars came flooding back. Most of her troops were just common misfits. Yes, there were...

“general.” Said a deep voice. The voice of the shadow that had the run of the mission. “Sir” coma black replied.She hated his guts. She wasn’t even sure if he had any. He was a goddamn shadow. They were the highest ranking creatures in the army. Even if they had no training they still came in at a higher level than any of the misfits. That annoyed her. She should have the last word on this mission. She saluted, never the less, to the shadow. He didn’t have a name that she knew of. He was just ‘sir’. “We should move the troops into the ravine. It will be getting dark soon, and we could surprise the enemy” she said.“That’s not acceptable.” T...

The forgotten queen of the dead world. Ruler of all misfits, nightmares and demons. Half bionic, half creature. Her iron fist grip over the white forest destroys all life within it, apart from her own.(This is her story)It was dark. That was normal of course, as it was night after all, plus the extent of the branches reach darkened the dead world more so.He was perfect. Singing a sad song in one of her trees. He jumped down to greet her. He bowed, as all do to the queen of the dead world, and produced a crimson red rose from some unseen place. She took it, gently, as the thorns would hurt unknowing suspects. A drop of blood fell from her h...

She woke in the early morning, only to find her love nowhere in sight. She wandered back to the depths of her white forest; alone and confused why he would leave her. She was nearing the site from where she is to rule from. The place where her throne sat, under a single white tree. A figure was crouched near to the throne that bound her to the forest. Unaware of whom it was, she ran towards the figure, to help. When she reached the person, she realised it was him. Her love. Intend on greeting him, she took his hand. He was cold, unusually so, even for him. A trickle of blood was running down his hand. She turned him over only to find he ha...