His footsteps halted. Before him was the dead body of a young lady with long ashen hair. The tips of her strands slowly seeped into the pool of blood her body bedded on. Her eyes, reflected his ghastly figure. He twirled the handle of the dark colored umbrella in his hands. Thunder, shook the sky above. Startling the ravens that were near. Sending them screaming into the sky. The storm was drawing near with each second he gawked.
He bent his torso down and whistled a cool wind onto her face. Lightning cracked and the rain poured.
Her body lunged, spitting blood onto the wet ground. She inhaled deeply, fixating on the young boy who stood in front of her.
“W...What happened to me...?” She groaned.
“You shouldn’t move too much. You were pretty badly injured.” He held the umbrella over her body. She gazed down at the vast hole beneath her breast that sizzled. Her body was trying to repair itself but the damage was too much. It would take several days before it fully healed.
“Did...Did you save me?” She questioned.
“No.” He shook his head.
“Good! I didn’t want to be saved!” She snipped, balling her hands into a tight fist. “I might as well die than to be alive anyway!”
“Well, that’s certainly no way for a queen to talk, now is it?”
“What!? You…You know who I am!?”
“I know very well who you are but does it matter? Not really. So if you want, you are more than welcome to get yourself up and come along with me. If not then, may you be well. This storm is a brutal one.”
Her fiery red eyes darted around the surrounding trees. Steadily she placed her hands out in front of her and lifted her body. She cringed in pain once she got on her two feet.
“Alright, I’m coming along, just for now! But this place…it better be a suitable one!” She barked.
“It is one nonetheless.” He replied.
She followed the strange young lad through the forest to a crooked old cottage with two broken windows and a crippling roof. She stopped and examined the shambled home. In her mind, echoed the old folktale that was told to her long ago as a child;
“Once upon a time, there was a strange little boy who lived in a strange small house deep inside the forbidden woods. Whoever came across this strange little boy, would not live to see the next dawn. For he, was the child of death.”
“Are you coming?” He asked, standing in the doorway.
“Yeah.” She croaked, limped to the door. The door, closed behind her when she stepped foot into the home.