74. Princesses Melt In… Not In Your Hand
Rosella pressed through the northern door, leaving the confining altar hall behind her as she pushed further onward
into the castle. This new room was pitch dark save for the lone candle she held in her slender porcelain hand. It was
difficult to make out the details in the room, but from what she could see, the room started out wide, then truncated in
the middle as though the room were split into two rooms. Watching where each of her heels clicked, the princess trying
to carefully navigate her way in the candlelight without bumping into too many things. To her relief, the room was empty
and her steps grew more confident. By the time she reached the truncated portion of the room, Rosella noticed two
things. One there, was a window just before the hall and a terrible gusting wind billowing in from outside, and two, some
of the floor tiles in the hall were a different shade than the others forming a pattern. While Rosella tried to take note of
where the off colored tiles were, the ghastly wind snuffed the life from her little candle and left her in immediate
darkness. The princess stopped in her tracks immediately paralyzed by the sudden inky blackness and red spots
before her dilating pupils, but it was too late. She had already taken one too many steps into the hallway. And one of
them was wrong.
The floor opened up beneath her and the pitch black gave way to a dull red glow beneath her, paired with impossible
heat. Rosella opened her mouth and screamed as her long blonde hair and red skirt flowed behind her plummeting
body. Her thin white nylons offered no support as her legs steeped down into the boiling lava like two “dip sticks.” A
“plop” and a “hiss” and Rosella was no more.
-The End
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