Dark tunnel

The sound was so deafening that she couldn't actually contain it...her ear lobes were becoming sore as it kept roaring endlessly...like a lion?...no...that sound was different... like cracking up of hell's walls.....like the flame was a backup behind it... waiting to come in view and swallow her up... debris from the wall above her head began to drop down on her... hitting her head ...her back and hands like stones where being tossed at her.....she'd been sentenced to death by stoning....she couldn't afford to peep through all that chaos nor move closer to the wall... she's a princess ...she'd rather die this way than let these walls have a feel of her skin...she wasn't contemplating...she was rather satisfied and maybe already sentenced herself to death by this method as she'd concluded that Melissa was dead already... which only sums up to the fact she'd die a slow and painful death....had she known....

Hell!

her father...lord Philip was the myth... maybe in her next life...given the luxury to be a daughter to him again and to possess same powers...she'd probably use his powers to know what and what not to do..

had she really given Melissa the soul bond out of love? what the hell was that inpalse?..... she had felt her feet move...and so fast ...she didn't know how and why of all spells she could cast ...it has to be the soul bond....

Wait!...

as the best magician in all three lands as she'd endowed and crowned herself to be...no spell had ever been able to hold her powers or manipulate her....what the hell was happening?....she subconsciously glanced at her palms bringing them down into her view and letting the shield over her head fail...she stared at the already bleeding hands as if to fathom why and ask them...but to her shock...she was hit in the head by a huge amount of sand pouring down on her...and she was almost buried alive.

There was this sudden tingle in her fingers and she felt magical again...not to the sum of what she was before...just a drop out a twenty litre measurement....but it was something... something for her to be able to escape from her untimely grave...as she turned around and used her fingers to appear her disappearing spell... instead it turned to a small desert breeze that swept away the sand and made them mount guard ...just similar to the red Sea and the children of Israel..she stood to her feet and took all the time as much as she could get...god knows how long to dust off the sand....the dust...the debris ...and made sure she indeed looks like the princess she is... looking upwards she saw that a steep stair way was formed towards the ceiling into a dark tunnel....it was dark...it stinked of an awful aura .....fear...but her majesty was brave...brave enough to take a tiny step after a forever minute of contemplation....she swallowed down hard.... hoping someone... something .. maybe a sound even can come out through the tunnel but no ... nothing...she didn't feel the tingle in her fingers anymore...

'fuck!' she cursed under her breath.. actually in her mind .. had lord Allen just saved her from being buried alive and yet granted her a plague?.... walking into this tunnel is a suicide mission obviously...who would? ...not even with her powers... would she had ventured into this place...she subconsciously looked at the sand that had previously path an escape for her which was now laying under her feet...with eyes begging them to rise again above her and bury her...why? why of all people lord Allen had chosen her for this fate...why not her mother? ...'wait what?...yes loud and clear...why not that devil of a queen ...? I forbid her to be called my mother' Natasha grumbled in her mind....'she'd sent me here to meet my death....if only she'd listened to me that traditions could be changed....if only she hadn't manipulated daddy with that rusty golden ring of hers....' Natasha kept grumbling within herself... endlessly that if Allen was more focused on her thoughts right now he'd definitely be pinching the middle of his brows as they knotted.....he most have screamed subconsciously too 'just move already Natasha and stop those unnecessary blabbing ..... '...but she couldn't have heard so she continued with her grumbling 'that golden rusty thing she wears ...makes her feel she's lord of all...lord Allen most be a fool to leave that with her...'she continued and this time even smarched the wall as she balled her fist... forgetting it stink so much that she dared not go close to it.... immediately she felt the damp wall come in contact with her fist and debris from it glued to her fist instead of actually balling to the ground as it should and would in hero/villian fights.... it glued to her balled fist and she screamed in irritation... immediately cleaning her knuckles with the sand...she threw up.....

Damm!...she puked again... and another vomiting came in view... soiling the sand and the sight was too disgusting for her to handle...after the series of throw ups...she. rushed away into the dark tunnels

'Pheew! she's finally gone in there'....lord Allen most had exclaimed as his frustration with this princess most have died down