Drabble 005
War cries, screaming, fire, weapons and blood... Chaos surrounded her. She couldn’t move. She was forced by her own legs to just stand and watch the scene before her. Her men were slaying the enemy’s forces and whoever dare to stand between them. Innocent villagers fell to the ground, cold and lifeless. Some children, most fathers and mothers. Someone was charging before her, their face unclear somehow as they got closer.
Just as the delivering blow was about to end her life, she somehow sheathed her sword into his throat before he could behead her. Then, she was in control of her movements. She ran further into the war, killing every enemy within reach. Having done this a hundred times, she was practically dancing as she worked. Gracefully defeating the opposing soldiers.
But she was halted at a thoroughly disturbing sight. Leopold, holding a dagger to her long-lost mother’s throat. Her father had a sword at his, being held by a soldier who wore Leopold’s emblem and colors. Everything was cleared away, then. It was a beautiful day, with nature blooming and the village was quiet. No one but the five of them could be seen for miles.
Estella no longer had her weapons. She was in one of her dresses that she had before being taken to the Palace against her will. Her hair braided and her skin clear of any filth due to war. Leopold was wearing a shit-eating grin, only about ten or so feet away from her. “Don’t, please.” The girl begged before him, tears running down her cheeks. “Don’t do this. I can’t lose them again.” She sobbed out. But Leopold shook his head, his grin became a wicked and wide smile. “Too late.” At the same time, both he and the soldier slit her parent’s throats.
Estella was awake before she could see them bleed, screaming as her body flung up. She was covered in sweat and tears, hyperventilating from what she just endured. Regina was instantly holding her, telling her it was just a nightmare as Estella continued to panic - going into hysterics. She began blabbering between breaths about saving her parents, that Leopold had them. Murdered them. There was nothing she could do to save them.
It wasn’t until Regina cupped her cheek and had her look within dark eyes that Estella began to relax and remember that the dream wasn’t real. None of it was real.