96. Viper!
Wandering down the left corridor, Rosella came upon a sturdy looking wooden door with a wicked iron gargoyle face
mounted at eye level that made her fair skin shiver. It was that very icon that stirred her memory from months ago when
she had previously visited the land of Tamir in a quest to vanquish evil in the very halls of this castle. Rosella suddenly
remembered that beyond the door lay the bedroom of the witch, Lolotte.
Rosella thought she had killed the witch with an arrow of pure love fired from Cupid's bow upon her last journey, but her
aim had not been true, and the wound not mortal. When the news came to her in the magic mirror that Lolotte had
regained power and threatened to once again take over the land of Tamir, Rosella was filled with disbelief and fear.
Those same emotions were filling her slender body as she stood outside the sleeping quarters once again. Lolotte's
magic was strong, and Rosella had little to protect herself against it, save for Cupid's bow and faith that her aim would
be true this time. Rosella trembled at the thought of Lolotte's wicked magic spells. The princess thought about the
courage and heroics of her father King Graham and twin brother, Prince Alexander. She admired their quests while
forgetting to credit herself for the boundless courage that filled her own fast beating heart. While she trembled, she was
the most courageous girl in all of Daventry. She just never let herself see it.
Taking a deep breath, Rosella cleverly slipped her feet out of her little black heels, touching the thin nylons down on the
cool stone floor with a shiver. She wiggled her toes, knowing she could now proceed silently. Adjusting Cupid's Bow
over her shoulder, she gingerly opened the door and peaked inside. When she wasn't immediately zapped into oblivion,
Rosella poked her head inside, then slid the rest of her narrow body through the slightly open door. She didn't dare
open it more than enough to slink past for fear of it creaking.
Rosella's heart raced as one's does when breaking and entering. She was here on a grave quest. Cupid's bow was not
for show. It was a tool to aid her in the defeat of Lolotte. She was here to kill her. The truth made Rosella's limbs weak.
Again she wished her father and brother were here. She quickly pushed aside the weak thoughts. They were not here.
She was. And it was Princess Rosella that would save Tamir by defeating Lolotte.
Heroine or not, Rosella was still a scared little girl. She was almost glad when she peered around the bed chamber of
the witch to find it seemingly unoccupied. Padding around the circular room, Rosella stared at the bedroom furniture
tops scattered with miscellaneous objects and personal affects of the sinister witch. Many of the perfumes gave off a
revolting scent that Rosella's sensitive nose curl.
The bed was just as the princess remembered it, right before she shot the sleeping witch. It was lavishly large,
decorated in animal skins of deep dark colors. She gingerly touched the edge as if not believing someone so evil as
Lolotte actually ever slept.
The almost quiet empty serenity of the chamber gave Rosella cause to let her guard down, and she took a step back
from the bed when she heard a faint word whispered in her ear.
"Viper..."
She felt a hand with wrinkled fingers trace lines across the smooth skin of her porcelain cheek, gently urging her to turn
around. As the princess made the slow turn she found herself face to face with the very one she thought she had
defeated. Lolotte.
There she was in all her green skinned glory, dressed in a black robe and that word echoed in Rosella's ear...
"Viper..."
All the while, he crooked green fingers were outstretched glowed with pastel magic, her eyes a magnificent red, and her
mouth opened in excitement, revealing rows of sharp teeth.
Rosella felt the warmth of the magic envelop the curves of her slender body, billowing her hair like a golden flag, and
sending her skirt about to reveal her stocking clad legs immodestly. Her mouth opened wide in shock terror, her blue
eyes bulged while Lolotte's magic went to work on her body.
The deep vermilion of her gown began fading toward gray and eventually white. The pinkness of her legs beneath their
pantyhose disappeared, leaving just white, her sun golden hair blanched, the ruby of her lips, drained to white, The
cerulean of her eyes was the last to go, before she stood a snow white statue of ashes, eye sockets and mouth gaping
in terror.
As Lolotte released her magic, Rosella's form slowly gave way starting atop her head, crumbling down to leave a
powdery white pile as her remains.
I guess she took your first meeting personally, Rosella!
-The End
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