Chapter 5
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(Merida's P. O. V.)
I woke up to the sound of chains being jangled. The sound was sharp, jolting me out of the half sleep that I had been in. I hadn't realized when I had fallen asleep.
My limbs were cramped; I didn't need to move to feel the pain, every inch of me already hurt just by breathing. I must've been in that position for close to eight hours, if not more. That means that I had spent a fairly large amount of time thinking about my rather miserable life.
The guard looked at me with pity and disgust; I was sure that I wasn't a sight to behold right now, and I most likely added to the stench of this place. The dim light of the dungeons didn't do much to illuminate this cell, but I reconned that the gas lamp in the guards hand aided him to see how disastrous I looked.
I nearly let out a dry chuckle. At least for once I looked the way I felt.
The rusty cell door creaked open by the help of the guard, and he walked in, with another one following right behind him.
Oh? I hadn't known that they were two.
Bending down, the both of them hoisted me up roughly by my forearm, while raining insults on me.
"Get up you backstabbing w***e. It's time for you to meet your deserving end."
Their grip on me was so tight, I could feel the cold metal of their armour dig into my skin. Though I was dark skinned, I was sure that some bruises had started developing.
The urge to display some smart assery and tell them that I was already standing was strong, however I hadn't had the energy to deal with additional problems from the guards. So I did what I did best: I tuned them out, making my focus as scattered as possible.
So this was really it; this was the end for me. I'd always known that I'd join my parents in the afterlife early, but certainly never had it crossed my mind that it would be this early. Somehow, I wasn't surprised.
The queen had never liked me, so I couldn't be surprised about her condemning me. She had first attempted such after the king and the ex alpha had died. She had accused me of being the one behind his illness, and didn't stop until she had been eventually proved wrong by the witch of the land.
Now, there was nothing or no one stopping her from getting me killed. She was finally achieving her lifelong desire of getting rid off me. I hope she was happy.
I didn't feel any hatred towards her. My mother and father had taught me better. My mother had always told me to love every single thing that was upon this Earth, be they dead or alive. No matter how bad they had treated me, they had been a blessing to another. Rather than cursing them for the way they had treated me, I should praise them for the way they treated someone else.
I just pray that she one day understands that I was never really out to get her, or the Royal family at all.
We had reached the town square where I would be executed. I hadn't noticed when we had entered the carriage for prisoners, neither had I noticed that we had arrived at my place of demise. I was too lost in thought to comprehend anything that happened around me.
But what was the use of paying attention anyways. It would all end up in one way.
The angry mob hollered and screamed curses at me as I got down from the carriage, the sound so loud it nearly terrified me. Nearly being the keyword. So many curses were thrown around, that it was rather amusing than heartbreaking at this point.
"Kill her!"
"Burn her!"
"Send the useless w***e to hell where she belongs!"
"Treacherous murderer!"
Tears stung behind my eyes, yet the impending urge to laugh manically was very strong. I didn't know whether the situation made me feel sad, or I was humoured by it.
Finally, I came to a stop in front of the rope. I was to die by hanging. The chief priest came before me, as it was always done before someone was executed, and prayed for my soul to be forgiven and accepted. Unfortunately that too was far from my focus.
My heart beat was strangely calm. I wasn't as scared as I thought that I would be. It was actually relaxing knowing that I was leaving this shitty world that clearly didn't want me, behind.
Just as the robe had been secured around my neck, and my hands had been properly bound behind me, something strange happened. Time seemed to slow down drastically, together with every single person that was there. It was like something had put everything on slow motion.
I was baffled, scared even. What on Earth was going on?
Looking around, I tried to find a clue on why Everything was stuck in such, until I heard my name Crystal clear, void of every other noise or the slow motion affect that other sounds around me had.
"Merida."
I turned to it's direction sharply, and when I did, my confusion intensified.
A man with inky black hair, and strange greyish indigo eyes stared dead at me, his expression devoid of emotions. His aura was so powerful that I could feel it from where I stood.
Who was this man?
"Who are you? How are you doing this?" I questioned him.
"Merida, run." He replied me, totally disregarding my questions.
I looked at him in disbelief. How did he want me to run? I literally had a rope around my neck, on my legs, and another binding my hands behind me. What he was telling me to do was impossible.
"How do you want me to do-"
My sentence cut halfway as the rope around my neck and the ones that bound me all cut and fell to the floor. The effect was over that same moment and the man had disappeared.
"Run, Merida." He whispered again through the wind.
This time, I didn't protest.
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