Toward the Museum

Her dress was white and she wore a crown on her long hair and took out a sword.

Her facial expressions were so fierce that all the soldiers standing around were scared.

The sword was shining. The princess, standing in the middle of the garden, twisted the sword in her hands. In the light of the sword, the young man was seen with both his hands tied, he was sitting on the ground like a criminal.

The young man did not raise his bowed head

The princess walked slowly in front of him

The colour of the sky was yellow, deep yellow

The princess raised the young man's face with the tip of the sword

The eyes of the young man were exactly in the eyes of the princess

"Why did you steal my draft?" The princess's voice was laced with anger

The young man did not answer. He kept looking into the eyes of the princess

"Why aren't you answering me, give me back my draft or else," she said with a slight bow

The young man laughed a little and then whispered

"I don't know fake princess"

Listening to the young man, the princess turned her right hand and hit the sword on the neck with all her strength

As soon as the young man's neck was severed, blood began to boil and fall out

The soldiers were scared and very worried but she stood there completely silent

Splatters of blood were reddening the white dress of the princess

Holding the sword in her hands, she entered the inner side of the palace

Throwing down everything in her way, she reached her room. The soldiers looked at the dead youth with sorrow and whispered.

"The Cruel Princess"

The princess came into the room, changed her clothes, took out a leather paper and started writing

This princess had to rewrite the whole story

Thinking something, the golden-haired princess began to write.

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Toward the museum

It was raining heavily since last night. The inhabitants of this city have never seen such rain in the spring. Every day dawns with a new mood. The morning of the city of Ireland was covered with new colours. Run. The room was white with no other colours used. There was a bed in the middle of the room on which the girl was sleeping, her hair was black and her face was very innocent while sleeping.

Suddenly, the loud sound of the alarm tried to wake the girl sleeping on the bed.

Raising her head from the pillow, Lisa held the alarm in her hand and opened her eyes with difficulty.

After a few moments, she got up after shaking her head.

With one hand stroking her hair, she walked and came right in front of the window.

The raindrops obscured the outside view of this window. Lisa ran her hand over the window and the light rain washed the entire city. The sky was still dark. She took a deep breath.

"Have a nice first day of university" she smiled at Jack's message on her mobile