lele253isme wrote:Evealla Etherting looked into the sad eyes of the tortured creature. The fairy was big enough to sit on your lap without falling, would it fall if it was too small? why? but he looked rather small as they tore up his left wing in front of his face piece by piece. She flinched, how would it feel to have the only source of freedom snatched from you?
As she was thinking, she didn't notice the eyes that were boring into hers.If they were biring into her eyes surely she would see? They were her father's, and she knew what it was time for her to do. If she didn't notice him watching why would she suddenly know?She walked over to where he was sitting on a red velvet chair in the middle of the room, she took the knife that he held out to her. The knife dug into her hands and she flinched at the thought of it cutting her. She couldn't stand anyone else's blood, so she was sure not to stand her own.
She walked in slow, pacing steps to the fairy. She ignored the pleading look in his green eyes, she walked use a different verb as you have already used walked in this line.forward. She stopped suddenly, as she noticed the blood that surrounded the fairy's left thigh. It was a scratch wound. She looked behind her, she looked at the peircing blue eyes that belonged to Terrow. He averted his gaze from her and coughed as he examined his hands.
She turned back around and faced the fairy. She opened her mouth to talk, to conjure up the words that every one of her kind was supposed to say. But the fairy looked at her, he made a small movement with his hands that were bound with strong chains. His purple hair was gathered wildly all around his face.
"Just, do it. Do it quickly. If I am going to die, it should be short. DO IT!!," the fairy said. He shouted those last words and they echoed in Evealla's mind.
They pounded at her conscience, and she knew that she couldn't do it. She knew that she wouldn't do it. She could never take away a fairy's right for freedom, she flung the sword like she was going to plunge it into his heart. Instead, she twisted the handle and aimed it at the chains that bound the fairy. He smiled, a sweat I think you mean sweet?smile of relief. He undid his hair and he looked around at the men.
Even without a wing, the fairy flew out of an open window that had been ment to torture him more. Evealla turned around and addressed the audience she had failed to jest.
"I will not take part in this. I will not ever," she saidcomma and with those words she ran out of the room. Terrow followed her. When she got outside it was midnight.It would have been almost midnight when she was inside. Maybe state that it was pitch black apart from the stars.
Evealla looked up into the eyes of the stars that shone down upon her. She made no notice of the cat that meowed at her planted feet. The tears streamed down her eyes and the moon shone bright into them making her squint.
It was too much pressure, she thought to herself, no one could have done it. She averted her gaze and it met Terrow's. He smiled at her, weakly. She was greatful that he could even muster a small smile. She smiled back, faintly.I've already made notes on this sentence structure
Terrow walked over to her and held her hand."Anyone would have done it, Evea, anyone," Evealla nodded. Even though deep inside she knew that he had just made that up to plant a seed of no regret into her, but the seed wasn't growing, it wasn't the right season. Again - see prologue -
Terrow caught her disbelief in her eyes, he sighed knowing that nothing he could do would make the regret of failing your own family. - see prologue
Evealla looked up into the eyes of the stars that shone down upon her.
The knife digged into her dainty hands and she flinched at the thought of it cutting her.
His purple hair was tied around his neck, preventing him to talk. He stood there in the silence that seemed to consume him.
"Just, do it. Do it quickly. If I am going to die, it should be short. DO IT!!," the fairy said.
She flinched, how would it feel to have the only source of freedom snatched from you?
"Just, do it. Do it quickly. If I am going to die, it should be short. DO IT!!," the fairy said.