Elizabeth
On her way to Vox's strange meeting? invitation? request? get-together or whatever, Elizabeth entered King's End via the Boondocks, taking in the overgrown path that led to the broken cliff off the sea. Small patches of colorful flowers dotted the long grasses that brushed against her green travel dress. She felt like a fairytale character, drifting through the wilderness without a worry in the world.
Until the hissing started.
Like any storybook damsel, there had to be some kind of villain to give her distress. She let out a small squeal of surprise, head whipping from side to side as she took in the creatures that moved to surround her. Panic rose in her chest, trying frantically to figure out how to escape her unfortunate predicament. Magic leapt in her veins as she raised her hands, hoping to ward off the purplish black tentacles from reaching for her.
Until the hissing started.
Like any storybook damsel, there had to be some kind of villain to give her distress. She let out a small squeal of surprise, head whipping from side to side as she took in the creatures that moved to surround her. Panic rose in her chest, trying frantically to figure out how to escape her unfortunate predicament. Magic leapt in her veins as she raised her hands, hoping to ward off the purplish black tentacles from reaching for her.
Some Things I Cannot Change,
But 'Til I Try I'll Never Know
But 'Til I Try I'll Never Know
