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The Daughter's Lament

The battlefield - scarlet, a crimson sea. Blood dripped from my hand. The red knight stood feet away! I was petrified! There would only be one winner. Death suspended, waiting. I ran. He ran. Dashing through the injured, skirting the dead, it was like time had stood still. I saw him slip, tumble unforgivingly to the ground. This was my chance. I raised the golden sword, savagely plunging it into his heart. I triumphantly removed his helmet. My father lay there, dying. Gurgling blood, he bubbled his last words, 'I love you.' Death chuckled. Misery blew out all happiness. I wept.

by Tilly White (11)
Independent Entry


Competition - Once Upon A Time

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