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My English assignment on Outsiders and Outcasts, based on an analogy. Sorry it’s short, but we had a word limit of 750 words. I might write an extended version at some point. Just saying, I got full marks for this.
Love Is A Vow: Both restrict you from doing certain things, and if you break a heart/vow, a relationship is shattered.
The silver blade of the dagger glinted in the moonlight as I gripped the hilt, poised to strike. My shadow flickered, dancing threateningly over the Prince’s sleeping figure. He rolled over, the light casting an angelic glow over his young face, highlighting strands of his light brown hair. I trembled, and the dagger slipped out of my hand. Time seemed to freeze as the hilt collided with the floor. A shout rang through the corridor outside, and the Prince stirred, as heavy footsteps sped closer. I grabbed the blade from the deep red carpet, flung on my cloak and leapt towards the window, shoving it open. Harsh, bitter frost attacked my cheeks as I took one more glance back at the Prince. He sat awake, wide, blue eyes locked onto my icy ones. We gazed at each other for an exceedingly long moment, before I leapt from the windowsill, cloak gliding me down into the snow.
That was a long time ago. 3 years since I had failed to assassinate Prince Basil, since I had been exiled from the group of the best assassins in the land, The Silent Blade. Flashes of my ex-teammates filled my vision. They didn’t know why I couldn’t kill him. Memories floated around my head of the day I vowed to never kill him, blinded by foolish endearment. Memories of my best friends turning their backs on me, all because I couldn’t kill a stupid boy.
I shook away the thoughts, and ploughed on through the snow and swirling wind. I drew my cloak closer to my body as I slipped into the shadows of the great castle, looming above me, almost tauntingly, as if it knew I would fail once more. I clenched my fists, my eyes narrowing. If I couldn’t kill Basil, so be it. But I could kill his brother.
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