Amnesia: Warning Korralaq drabble
They had broke in... They had murdered the ones who wished to protect her, to help her. They had taken her out of the room she slept in. They fought her...and won
Now here she was, a prisoner of the men who hid their faces under masks made out of rags. She had fought them with every fiber of her being. But she was still weak, she was still confused. And they took advantage of it. They had locked her into a room, inside a ship. A room which, she had completely destroyed. But it was useless, they wouldn't open the door. Not even to fed her. A price that they would obviously pay. But not to her, but to the one that had sent them. She was curling in fetal position on the bed, thinking, trying to remember. And suddenly, they bursted into the room. She grew mad at the instant she made contact with their eyes. And so, another fight broke the peace. The young girl fought like a wild animal who was cornered. But one more time, she lost. The warriors dragged her out of the ship, and inside the Icy City. But instead of rushing through the streets, they used secret ice passages to get to the palace.
"My beloved!" The king said, standing from his trone as rushing towards Korra. She gave a couple steps backwards, not knowing who this man was. But the warriors stood behind her, not allowing her to run. "Spirits....So...it is true, afterall?" He asked. "You have truly forgotten everything?" Korra nodded slowly. "Who...who are you?" She asked hesitanly. The king smiled, smelling sucess in the air. "I, I am your husband..."












