ELISE
I have stopped breathing, stopped living, frozen to the same spot and each second drags on horribly until I think eternity will pass me by and I will surely be standing here. My scream has choked off and in its place, there is horrible wet sound, wheezing out of a constructed chest. I am gasping for air, trying to drag some air into my lungs. This is surely a dream, a nightmare.
The Captain of the Royal Guard locks eyes with me from princess Sheila’s bedroom window, his jaw hard as granite. Wrong, wrong, wrong. What is Captain Andal doing at her window? Behind him is the unmistakable outline of the palace witch, the one that the people say that she brings a bad omen wherever she steps foot on. She is also standing in the princess’s bedroom, it is so wrong.
I want to wake up. I a
