Sisterly Horseplay

Ivy and Cynthia are the two most beautiful maidens in the land, and evil skeleton lord, Treshen has put them up against each other in a fight to the death. The winner will be his queen.

  He took us from our home and brought us to his fortress down in the darkness below the seemingly endless city. I remember that in much detail, his purple worm tongue coiled inside of his flaming skeleton body. He toured us around for some ungodly reason but I don't remember much about the fortress itself. But standing here next to my beautiful sister again brings back all memories of this place. The arena.  Nothing has seemed to change really, still the same silent skeletons "The Silent" as he called them, sitting in the spectator stands. But they don't scare me anymore. Why? Because he sent me to train for battle, it seemed like eternity. Maybe it would of been less time if I actually wanted to learn. But they were training me to fight my own sister! Cynthia is the most important person in my life and there is no way I could ever hurt her. She made me more self confidant than any man could telling me every day things like "Ivy, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I have met a lot." she always acted much older than me even though we are only two years apart.

  The b*****d skeleton king floated high above the icy stone arena, the blood-red light that came from him bathing a large section of the massive cavern,He held his sword of evil gloatingly. Then he nodded his head slightly and the room became very cold. I was blinded. A few seconds later I felt an unbelievable amount of pain. I cried out but it made no noise. My vision returned and I saw that it had happened to my sister as well, tears rolled down her cheeks as we slowly stood up.

  The room became colder, so cold that the tears on my sisters cheeks froze. I tried to tell my sister that I loved her and was only rewarded with seeing my breath in the air. My sister seemed to read my lips though and more and more tears froze on her face. I wanted to cry also but I couldn't, I think I may have cried out all the tears possible during battle training.

   I had decided to let her kill me, she had been far too good to me in her life, my own life is the only way I could repay her. Escape was the only other option but that would result in both of our deaths. If this creature was far too powerful, and who knows what lies beyond this arena. Or even a way out of the arena. There was two entrances that we came from but they are completely dark, eerily intimidating.

  Minutes passed by, our eyes locked with looks of hopelessness and remorse. Then it hit again, blinding light filled my eyes, but no pain. No pain, just rage. Phantasmal and seemingly chimeric rage. Images of my sister doing every horrible thing to me she has ever done. Ranging from spitting in my bread when she was six, to hiding my dress because she didnt want me stealing the show when the visitors came.  

  My vision snapped back into place only for me to see Cynthia swing her sword at me, before it was half way there my reverse foot came up to block it. I then spun and swung mine as well, she blocked it with her shield and proceeded to attempt a sweeping kick to my ankles. I jumped back and rolled away from her, shocked that she would attack me. My anger boiled further.

  When I turned around Cynthia was not on the attack as I would expect but in a fighting stance glaring at me. The frozen tears now more menacing than anything else. I danced towards her and the fight started again. We fought with speed and anger but also with grace. Blocking and countering each hit like we were perfect fighters. But then she fell apart, she went to her knees and started sobbing again, obviously free of the anger we were burdened with. But I certainly was not. I lobbed off her head. Shoved my sword down her esophagus and twisted. Grabbed her head from the ground and jammed it onto the hilt of my sword. I shed one tear for my sister, not because of my loss, but the rage that came from her betrayal.

Author's Note

This has a huge backstory, but I hope it's understandable.