Dragonborn Alternate Ending

"She did not take the broad, beaten road which led to the far-off plantation at Valmonde. She walked across a deserted field, where the stubble bruised her tender feet, so delicately shod, and tore her thin gown to shreds. She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep, sluggish

The form of a young woman now stood before her, garbed in a diaphanous gown of flowing reds, golds, blues and greens, and close enough to touch. She walked gracefully in darkness, each footstep alighting an invisible path that Ashe could not

She ran as fast as her feet could take her. The moonlight weaved in and out of the branches illuminating spots she could reach. She did not dare to turn back to look over her shoulder because she knew it is how the killer always got the victim. Her white slip teared when it got snagged against a branch. Her fingers gripped the silk material and held it together by the tattered seams. She quickly began her escape once more and found a clearing from the icy branches.

She said to herself scrambling through the forest ever more eager to get to the safety of the neighboring country of Salved. As she broke through the branches of a wild berry tree, partially covering her sent from bloodthirsty Shepherds chasing her, she found herself in a small little clearing about twelve feet across. Sunlight lit the clearing from two parted trees somewhere above, the only lighting in this cursed forest, towards the left of the clearing there was a mossy boulder with a tree growing around the backside. Towards the right there was a single tree branch that seems to existed on its own, pulled down by a perfectly seeming fully ripened red apple. Running down the middle of the clearing was a little stream. But as much as her legs yearned to rest on the boulder and as much as her stomach grumbled and her throat begging to be wet by the cold stream water she knew it was either just her imagination or a trap. Real or not she chose to avoid it running around the outer right side still unsealed by the

“I just don’t understand why…” Krystal was having so much trouble breathing that she couldn’t finish her sentence. She blew her nose before she went on.

There’ll be no more sport for today,” announced Arthur, hiding the precious ring in his glove, heading back to his horse.

May was sitting in the park when a boy raced past her on a horse and almost trampled her. She glared after him until she saw a familiar drawing, hanging out of his bag. He slowed the horse and jumped off, tethering it to a tree nearby. As he sat down, he pulled a newspaper out of his bag and she saw the outline again, falling out of the bag with the newspaper. She was confident that it was Princess X.

Blood was running down her arm from the gaping wound in her palm and the women began to wash the mask of clay and blood from her face, pushing her raven locks back from her face, exposing the near perfect alabaster skin of her face. Without the war paint, her face was almost angelic. Deep blue eyes were framed by high cheekbones and a slender nose that ended in small, pursed lips. Her body was muscular, marred and molded from months of stealthy battle and thievery. Her breasts were pert and sat high on her chest, only the carved 'A' marring the perfect

So latter that week, with no warning, late at night, they set off, without Valory knowing. So when she awoke and had arisen from where she lay in the wagon she was

Marigold woke to the feeling of a bag over her head. Too weak to fight back, she was pushed out of her room, down the corridor, winding this way and that, and finally, up a staircase. The bag lifted from her face. These were the knight’s quarters.

Arthur scowled at the boy, hoping, praying that he wasn’t coming to sit by him. He was. Alfred sat down, lunch tray piled with everything and anything unhealthy. And he grinned, and his mouth was still full of metal.

On and on they chased her, until she stumbled on a rock at the edge of a deep canyon and fell over the cliff edge. As her scream echoed through the night, the hunters turned to go back to their cave. Then the scream suddenly stopped and for a moment, all was deathly quiet.

The words slowly processed in my mind, burning their way deep into my brain to snap me out of the dream world I’d locked myself in. I slowly looked up, smiling and letting out a slight laugh. “I’m sorry?” I said politely, giving the woman my gentlest tone. She stood there on the other side of the table, long, dark blonde hair neatly tied back into a fancy bun, stern blue eyes hidden behind her pointed black glasses. She was dressed so smartly in her ironed white button up, dress pants and blazer that seemed to hide her body, setting a barrier between her and I. Her face looked so young but wrinkled from the stress of life, her nose small and her bottom lip bitten in frustration. Those bright blue eyes seemed to stand out against the fair, lightness of her skin, burning deep into my own.

They didn't know the me that happily skipped into her fairytale of dark allies and strange men.

Once he reached the top he sat down, the sun set in front of him. Just then he heard a sound, “What brings you to the hidden cove,” whispered the wind.“What brings you to the hidden cove,” Zachary stood up and looked behind him, a bonfire blazed in a cave. He ran inside and looked around.