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May the Best Princess Win

This is a short story that I wrote a while ago and just recently I’ve started adding chapters because even though it says it’s over in the end of this short story, there is still more.

 

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the battle of the princesses…” My father starts his speech. I really don’t want to fight her. I’m dreading the moment when he says, “And may the best princess win!” He finishes. I don’t want to fight, especially not her because she doesn’t know how to fight. She can barely pick up her sword to swing it at me.

“Are you ready to die sister?” She asks. I give her a smile. I know that she’s going to be getting some help to make it fair which I am totally fine with. She picks up her sword and tries to swing it down on me but I move out of her way. I hear growling behind me, Hell hounds. I turn around and come face to face with a bunch of drooling hounds. We are allowed to use powers in this fight and this here is one of my best.

“Hey guys, what say we be friends?” I say to them. They cock their heads at me as if they are confused. “Come on. I’m basically like a sister.” I say. They focus again and break out of my control.

“They won’t listen to you. They are all mine to control.” Elizabeth says. Well, I thought it was going to work. They usually have a weak will. I guess Elizabeth’s mind control is stronger than my persuasion.

“Well, then, I guess they’ll all have to die.” I say. I take a step back and they jump at me. I shift as they all jump on me, it takes me less than five minutes to get rid of all of them by ripping their hearts out. I turn around to Elizabeth with blood dripping down my arm.

“What’s next?” I growl at her. She smiles at me.

“You’ll fight me now.” She says. It surprises me. I wasn’t ready for it to end this early but if that’s how they wanted it that’s how it would be. I could feel myself shift back to my weaker humanoid form.

“Okay. Let’s go.” I say. I get into a fighting stance that purposely leaves me wide open for all of her attacks. She picks up her sword and runs at me with it pointing at my heart. I dodge just a little bit to the side so that she hits my shoulder.

“Damn.” I say.

“You like this don’t you. Making me feel strong. Purposely losing because you’ve got different plans than being a princess. Daddy and I know everything that you’ve been planning and I’m going to put an end to it right now.” She says. She shoves the sword deeper into my shoulder and knocks me on the ground. “I’m going to cut your heart out for daddy.” She says as she slowly starts dragging the sword across my chest.

“Go ahead.” I respond.

“I know you aren’t just letting me win. You know I’m the better princess and I always will be. No one can ever be better than me.” She says.

“Everyone knows that I’m stronger and better. That’s why the best princess should always lose.” I say and she gasps as her face contorts into a mask of anger and she digs the sword deeper and continues to cut across my chest.

“You were never going to be queen. You aren’t good enough or pretty enough.” She says. I just lay there silently listening to what she’s saying. “Why are you so calm? You’re dying and all you can do is just stare at me?” She says. I give her a sympathetic look.

“Elizabeth, you are my beloved sister and I will never forget you. So, may you never forget me.” I say. With the last of my strength I force this memory of me into her brain so that she would never forget what she had done. “May the best princess always lose.” With that she cut my heart out and it was over.

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