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Red Lace and Black Magic (chapters 5-6)
© Sean Bingham
Chapter 5: Lovers End
The night was long for Elena, still clutching on to the necklace reading the engravings: “Forever Yours E.” She tied the red lace around her neck Just the way Shayla always did. She laid in the dark corner of cell too weak to do anything. She tried to use her magic to open cell door but she had not the strength for that either. She hadn’t eaten in several days and was becoming severely dehydrated. She did not sleep that night all she could do was relive the night that she had given her the necklace over and over in her mind. Elena in her darkest hour began to laugh, remembering Shayla with her black hair all a mess dancing with a coat rack. Remembering when they were young girls having dreams of fancy ball rooms, tickle fights, and magical puppet shows.
The morning seemed to come too soon. Elena’s day dreams were cut short as the sun arose and the sound of metal keys were unlocking the heavy door that kept her prisoner. Two men in red coat uniforms grabbed her and escorted her to the stake where she was to be burned. Elena was pale and sickly; all she was wearing was her white gown that the men in the red coats had taken her in. Her white gown was now faded and dirty. Her red hair was still fiery and bright with the proud red lace ribbon she had around her neck. She was too weak to stand on her own as the men in the red coats drug her to pyre of wood. A man in a black robe wearing a white wig and holding a rolled-up parchment stood by the stake waiting to pass judgment. She could see the deformed beast that lurked beneath the man’s skin. He was corrupt...
Chapter 5: Lovers End
The night was long for Elena, still clutching on to the necklace reading the engravings: “Forever Yours E.” She tied the red lace around her neck Just the way Shayla always did. She laid in the dark corner of cell too weak to do anything. She tried to use her magic to open cell door but she had not the strength for that either. She hadn’t eaten in several days and was becoming severely dehydrated. She did not sleep that night all she could do was relive the night that she had given her the necklace over and over in her mind. Elena in her darkest hour began to laugh, remembering Shayla with her black hair all a mess dancing with a coat rack. Remembering when they were young girls having dreams of fancy ball rooms, tickle fights, and magical puppet shows.
The morning seemed to come too soon. Elena’s day dreams were cut short as the sun arose and the sound of metal keys were unlocking the heavy door that kept her prisoner. Two men in red coat uniforms grabbed her and escorted her to the stake where she was to be burned. Elena was pale and sickly; all she was wearing was her white gown that the men in the red coats had taken her in. Her white gown was now faded and dirty. Her red hair was still fiery and bright with the proud red lace ribbon she had around her neck. She was too weak to stand on her own as the men in the red coats drug her to pyre of wood. A man in a black robe wearing a white wig and holding a rolled-up parchment stood by the stake waiting to pass judgment. She could see the deformed beast that lurked beneath the man’s skin. He was corrupt...
