A Drowning Christmas Special Chapter by HoshiHitode, literature
Literature
A Drowning Christmas Special Chapter
The fire crackled in the stone fireplace, her eyes shone with a peculiar wetness, not shown to most. Boot-laden footsteps came up behind her, and a pair of pale freckled arms wrapped themselves around her torso.
“What are you thinking of, Love?” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh, nothing.” She murmured back. She turned her head to look at the dark red hair she grew to love, and kissed the man underneath those locks softly on the cheek. “Just of times past.”
He squeezed her tighter, pressing her closer to his chest. She sank into the warmth, grateful for it because it had gotten so cold lately in the Kingdom.
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Chapter 9
Yvan’s terror is displayed clearly as he reaches for Alrik, Alrik sprinting to be at his only friends side, but the deck of the royal wedding boat grew longer and longer with every snap of his heel hitting the wood.
“Alrik…” Yvan’s voice called out to him as he awoke, panting, drenched in a cold sweat, and gripping his sheets with a death grip.
Alrik usually didn’t have nightmares as vivid as this suddenly ever-occurring night terror.
Every time he had this night terror, he’d wake up more exhausted and bone-weary than the night before, and that much more depressed and desperate to find
Chapter 8
Mildred stared curiously as Yvan strode past her, the aura of a cocky male persona disorienting her for a moment.
Then she looked over at her table and gasped. Instead of the overwhelming mountain of papers and scrolls on her desk, each had been stacked carefully and methodically. She stepped closer to see the dark symbols on the top right corner . . . scribbles. That’s all she could decipher. She couldn’t understand what the lines of scribbles meant.
Maybe they were describing what the maps where? What the sea levels were? She had no idea. Her gaze passed over to a piece of parchment . . . with more scribbles.
Racing... Wind through my hair as I push harder with my legs -- running towards what? Rushing towards...
*BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!*
The high pitch scream from across the room tore through her dream, ripping her back into reality.
Groaning, she raised her head and looked at the clock. 6:00 am
It was a Monday. Time for School.
Blinking the weariness from her eyes, she tried to start-up her brain but it didn't work.
Sitting on her folded legs beneath her, she glanced at her sheets. They were off to one side, probably from getting up, but the white cotton sheet that kept her cool and comfortable was twisted.
Sighing, she came to the
Chapter 7
“What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?”
“Scared. What are you going to do about it?”
“Why you --” she raised her other arm to hit him, and Yvan acted on instinct.
The Captains hand was suddenly restricted by a stronger, firmer hand on her wrist.
“Let go of me!” She growled menacingly.
“Not until we talk.”
“Why should I talk with a scab like you?” She pulled against his hand, but he only tightened his grip more, his knuckles turning white.
“Because you’re making a fool of yourself in front of most of the crew?”
She whipped her head around, daring any