The Warrior Girl

By Caroline Sabitha

Huge cannon shot was made; winged creatures vamoosed at a vague dark clouds. Wailings being muffled with emotions, gathered people at the entrance of the palace. Next to the highness' corpse succumbed Queen; a living dead.

Intruding the ominous silence sprinted in a messenger, ‘The enemies are coming.’ He announced adding fuel to the agony. The majestic King’s absence became an utmost need at the worst. ‘I will lead the combat.’ Came a strong euphonious voice. There stood the princess in her battle attire, proving ‘not in gender but valor should be in the blood.’

By Caroline Sabitha