Blog Post #16: Sacrifice

Continuation of Blog Post #15


Alaina was hanging to herself by a thread. She only stayed with herself because of the names. That's what they were right? She was so confused. As she concentrated on the shining lights she noticed, through the confusing haze in her mind, that they were bound by a thick, slimy, black cord. Nothing that beautiful should be bound by such and ugly thing, she thought. She reached forward and grabbed the cord. She screamed and pulled her hands away as quickly as she could. It had burned her! But in that moment of pain, she had  also a moment of clarity. She remembered who she was, why she was here, and what she needed to do. It was fading fast though. She thought quickly and concluded that the cord binding the names was them being held by the Burglar King. Bracing herself to do what she had to before she lost herself again; Alaina reached out quickly and grabbed the cord again.
Hot searing pain burst through every nerve ending in her hands. It traveled up her arms and into her shoulders. Everything in her was screaming to let go! It was going to eventually reach her heart and brain making for a very long and painful end she knew.  Alaina tugged even harder her efforts now tinged with desperation that only the dying posses. Every pore, every cell in her body was zinging with sharp pain. I'm going to die, She thought with resignation. Then suddenly through the pain she felt a pressure on her hand, as if someone were squeezing it anxiously. She realized deep inside her being that this presence on her hand was important to her. She channeled that feeling of power it gave her and pulled on the black cord. She felt it begin to give, but at the same time she was also starting to lose strength. With what she knew would be her very last action, she tore at the cord with the very essence of her being, and collapsed.

Queen Ayla looked around her a horrible scream resounding in her head. She was on the floor in the throne room, the floor! She stood up hastily before anyone could see her faux pas. Then she remembered what had happened. The last thing she remembered was the Burglar King ripping her name from her and her son running from the room. "Khitam!" She yelled. Then she heard the sobbing from across the room. "No, no, no!" It was a man's voice. Ayla walked cautiously around the corner. There was a man with his back to her crying over the still form of a young girl with brown golden hair and porcelain skin that was too white for living. "Excuse me," The queen said politely, aware of how delicate of a situation this was. The man turned around and the queen just about fainted. "Khitam?" she said breathlessly as she used the wall to hold herself up. "Mother?" he said through his tears. "She did it!" he said ecstatically "Oh, she did it." he said much more somber as he looked back at the still form of the girl on the floor. "What? What is going on Khitam?" She said as she knelt next to her son that she didn't recognize anymore. "Whats going on?" he responded "Well, I love her Mother" he said gesturing to the girl "And she saved all of us."