The Queens Visit
The dungeon was a miserable place. Light was scarce and flickered from the torches bolted to the cobblestone walls. Foul smelling water dripped inside from the moat circling the palace above. Large rats chased each other across the floor searching for food. This was no place for a queen.
It was just past midnight and all was quiet except for the occasional movement of a chain. Through the heavy silence, a single set of footsteps echoed throughout the halls as someone climbed down the spiral steps into the dungeon.
A young woman emerged down the steps dressed head to toe in a long emerald cloak. She cautiously made her way past the row of cells, sparking the interest of the prisoners inside. With every step she took,
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The women faceses the bars, waiting for them to be raised, but the guard hesitated.
“Are you sure you want to go in there, Your Highness?” the guard said. “There 's no telling what she 's capable of.”
“I must see her,” the women says. “At any cost.”
The guard began turning a large circular lever and the bars of the cell rose. The women took a deep breath and continued past them.
She journeyed through a longer darker hallway where a series of bars and barriers were raised and then lowered after she walked past them. Finally, she reached the end of the hall, the last set of bars were raised and she stepped into the cell.
The prisoner was a woman. She sat on a stool in the center of the cell and stared up at a small window that was covered with dirt. The prisoner waited a few moments before acknowledging the visitor behind her. It wasn 't the first visiter she has ever had, and she knew who it was without looking. There was only one person it could be.
“Hello, Snow White,” the prisoner said softly.
“Hello, Stepmother,” Snow White replied with a nervous quiver. “I hope you well.”
Although Snow White had rehearsed exactly what she wanted to say. She was finding it nearly impossible to speak at that very moment.
“I heard that you are the queen now,” her stepmother said.
“It 's true,” said Snow White. “I 've inherited the throne as my father intended.”
“So, to what do I owe this honor? Did
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Claudia stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting. She watched as the woman brushed past her, leaving a cold chill in her wake. She followed the woman as she ascended the staircase, her gate heavy. She led Claudia to the top platform, before disappearing down the hallway.
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The ominous creaks of the weathered wooden floorboards reverberated in her ears. Visions of the tribulations of her past consumed Dora’s mind as she feebly maneuvered her way through the deep blue chamber of anguish. Her aging bones groaned in agony as she moved through the gas chambers, driven by the possibility of a prosperous life awaiting her. With benevolence pulsing through her heart, Dora progressed, knowing the arduous journey from redemption was coming to an end.
At the end of the hall was a few creaky iron stairs. He wasn't surprised. He began walking upward and soon found himself in something much more complicated than a bunker.
She looked in and saw a young woman curled up in a ball. She was as far away from the cage door as she could and she was visibly shaken.
She searched for a turn but the walls remained smooth and unbroken. Wind whipped through her hair, turning her around to make her see an entrance that she swore wasn’t there before.
Morgana sat on the cot, her head buried in her hands, wild hair spilling down her arms. She raised her head at his final approach on the other side of her cell bars with a group of faces known and unknown to her. Bloodshot eyes, haunted and confused, met his before the moment passed and the coldness returned upon recognition. She pulled herself to her feet with as much grace as her weakness would allow, slightly swaying in the balancing of her stance.
“Why not call in the National Guard too? I told you we should have taken her back for further questioning. And you know what the boss is going to say.”
Using her arms to shield her breasts, Vanessa made her way back towards the entrance (her only exit), nervously contemplating her next move. Before making further progress, with great dismay, the door began to swing open — people were coming!
But suddenly… Suddenly someone opened the door on top of the ladder and jumped in to the room.
He rubs his nose with his thumb and breathes in hardly to clear his nose. He walks down the white wall corridor that was made brighter due to the lights that stretched the length of the corridor.The hallway was quiet enough that his black Oxfords echoed with every step he took. At the end of the corridor there is a pair of sliding doors with a surveillance camera that guarded the door like a red-eyed Cyclops. As he approached the door the camera acknowledged his presence and requested a password for entry.
And then she saw a faint slither of light under the door. Well, since she couldn’t go back to sleep, she kicked off the covers and crept across the floor. The hinges didn't squeak, and soon she was on the landing. First, she looked to the left, and then to the right, poised to retreat back inside the room if someone came along. Merging with the shadows as much as she could, she made her first tentative steps towards the stairs. Then, down and down she went.