Beasts Of Blackcastle

Part Two

Prologue Part Two: Falling into the clutches of an uncertain destiny

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Once she had been made aware of her enemies, the princess knew that her only allies were the ones who had crossed into the planes of reality that she had. There was a legend that was engraved in the night, only the night could tell the tale and the night had spoken to her. The stories it made all made sense now that she had journeyed far and wide and had opened her eyes to the reality of the universe. There she was, in every reality she suffered some form of imprisonment or the other and in every plane of time, in every realm, in every reality she ended up in that forest; straight to her destiny: the beast king. The night had always told her that she can't run and it was very right. Every version of her in their different worlds had tried to run but always ended up meeting their fate.

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"Please, I'll anything, please make the pain stop." She cried out, communicating with the woman behind all of this. Her mind got some immediate relief once she was talking to her.

"Do you know, princess Venia, Quinn?" The woman asked her a question she had asked her several times before and her answer was still the same.

"Like I've told you before, no, I don't know any princesses! Please, I really don't know what you're talking about." She had never been as helpless as she was now.

"Well, Quinn, you know what you are supposed to do. You know your destiny. Fulfill it and you shall live in peace." The wicked woman purred with satisfaction, like she had finally.

She had.

Quinn could not take this anymore.

"What is my destiny?" Quinn was hoping the woman would mention something less insane then her mad mumblings about a king.

"Go to Elysium and slay the king and you will be free of your curse; you will be free of me."

Quinn gulped, knowing that she had to make a very tough decision. "Okay. How do I get to Elysium?"

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Thirty minutes into her chemistry class and Quinn heard the worst words that could ever come out of a teacher's mouth- "Alright class, I want you to pair up and work on the chemical synthesis experiment that they had started last week. The first pair to finish and successfully get the right reaction, gets forty percent free on the upcoming test."

Of course no one was going to want to pair up with 'the mad girl ' and she was going to end up awkwardly sitting alone in her little corner. The bustle of moving students, each excitedly rushing to their friends, made her feel like running out of the room. All the students, except for her and Joshua Marhoet, the idiotic "class clown", settled beside their partners and Mrs. Garnett, much to her dismay, stared at the tall, lean boy expectantly.

"Joshua." She addressed him in her stern voice and the boy dragged out a response.

"Yes Mrs. Garnett?"

"Why don't you pair up with Quinn." It wasn't a request, neither was it a suggestion, it was a command, even though she didn't place it that way, the boy knew he didn't have much of a choice. Murmurs erupted around the classroom, and every single pair of eyes fell on her.

"It was nice knowing ya buddy." One of Joshua's idiotic friends shouted and amused chuckles filled the room.

"Mrs. Garnett, please don't make me pair with Quinn, I'm scared of her, what if she goes psycho and wrings my neck like a thanksgiving turkey like she did to Gary Speen?" Quinn never felt so small, she wished the ground could open up and swallow her, so she wouldn't have to endure the humiliation.

"Quiet." The tall, brunnet woman silenced the cackling students. "That is ridiculous, you're wasting time Marhoet."

"Can't I work alone, like I'm too handsome and young to-"

"Enough! Go over to Quinn this instant before I give you detention." The boy shuffled to the corner where Quinn placed herself and sat next to her with a prominent, sullen frown patched on his face.

"Stop staring at me." He sneered bitterly.

"I know you don't like me, but can you please ignore your dislike of me until we're done with this experiment." Quinn was annoyed as well, she didn't like the boy, he got on her nerves with his stupidity.

"Fine, I'm only doing this for the free marks." He scrolled through the tablet and pretended to search for the experiment details on the textbook, while he texted his friend, Larry Barlon, about his plans to teach 'miss loonie " a lesson.

Subtly, he knocked his pencil off the desk and Quinn reached for it and handed it to him.

The boy suddenly screamed out in feigned pain and clutched onto his thigh, "Ahhhhh..oucchhhh! What is wrong with you?! Why did you do that?!"

Quinn shot him a perplexed stare, "Wha-"

The teacher had faced them right as the sharpened point of the pencil pointed at Joshua and she rushed over to them. "What is going on here?"

"She stabbed me with the pencil because I didn't want to be her partner." The boy cried out in exaggerated grouse.

"What! He's lying, I didn't do anything, I swear." Quinn tried to defend herself, but it was obvious who the woman was most likely to believe.

"Ms. Wingspell Principal's office now, Joshua, go to the nurse's office."

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That night Quinn laid her head on her pillow, fighting back the tears threatening to fall. She stared into the darkness and allowed the misery to consume her.

"Shhhh..there, there Quinn, you see what I mean, you can't keep being weak, weaklings don't survive." She whispered in her ear and she could almost faintly feel a hand brushing the side of her head.

"Leave me alone." She mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks. Why was life so unfair? What did she do to deserve this?

"Are you going to let that boy get away with it? He must be punished, he must be punished."

He must be punished.

He must be punished.

He must be punished.

The words rang in her head as she was engulfed by sleep.

She dreamnt of Joshua, walking down the park near the school, the cloudy sky darkening with the approaching night. She followed behind him, creeping like a stalker and being sure not to be spotted. Zipping up his hoodie, the boy sat on a bench in the empty park and withdrew a packet of secrets from his jean pocket.

She cautiously stalked closer and closer, until she stood behind him, casting her shadow onto him and alarming him into turning to his back. The boy gasped in shock, the cigarette consequently falling from his mouth.

"Were you following me?" He fumbled for the zipper of his school bag and struggled with it. "Don't try anything psycho, I have pepper spray."

Quinn took slow steps around the metal bench, towards him and stared him down. "Calm down Joshua," her lips curved up to an unearthing, sinister smile, " I just want to talk."

And that's where the dream ended, or what she thought to be a dream, until she woke up in the middle of a field, with blood dripping from her hands.

"Congratulations, Quinn, you have fulfilled your destiny."