The helmet did not make any sound. The figures wondered what was wrong and scurried back to the king. She was regaining her senses slowly, as she throws the helmet aside it hit a box, not too big, a minuscule square box, she was on all her fours and made her way to the box, still dizzy, with her hands and eyesight not cooperating well she somehow manages to open the box. A strong putrid stench came, it was similar to rotting meat with a rotting fruit undertone. She lightly touched it, felt the cheeks, her hands slowly moving upwards touching the eyelashes, she flinched, as her fingers went to the hairs- tears started coming through, sliding from her cheeks and a drop on Claude's head. Even if she wasn't in her right senses, she knew- she could still understand just by touch who it was in the box. The sight was becoming clear, part of her didn't wish for it, couldn't bear to look at him. She put both of her hands on her mouth, trembling, her chest overflowing with emotions, not being able to shout, her throat became dry and she started punching her chest hard. Her tears and anger ate up her soul alive, little by little in the furnace of this pain.
Hours Of Darkness
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