Snippets of Story- March

It's that time of month again! Presenting: Snippets of Story, March! Want to do it too? For more info, click here. 

Darren, Crown Prince of the Fire Kingdom, parried the fierce sword strike of his brother, Corad.“I think someone’s burning out,” the boy smirked;his cheeks so ruddy with glee they almost matched his vibrant red hair as he pushed against his brother’s blade. Even though he was only a year younger than Darren, who was 17, he looked not a day older than 13. Darren gritted his teeth at the insult. He knew his brother meant no harm, but it did annoy his competitive streak. He was a… hothead, in the truest sense of the word. Despite being from the Fire Kingdom, it was almost surprising in the cold, level court of King Erik. “In your dreams,” he smirked, darting away before doubling around and lightly touching the sword to his brother’s collar bone. “I win.”- Collide

"For the next week we will study this book and the traits all fairy tales carry." She paused, clearing her throat and straightening her lumpy tweed skirt before continuing. “You will be tested on Friday." A few kids groaned in response. "There are five stories. Read them in any order you want. As long as you read them."
I rolled my eyes. How old did she think we were, seven?  I picked up the heavy book, flipping through it. It consisted of Cinderella, Princess and the Pea, Sleeping Beauty and Hansel and Gretel. The usual lineup. But as I looked to see which one was the best, I realized I didn't know what the fifth one was. I flipped to the back of the book to find hastily sewn in, worn brown pages. I could see where the other ones had been ripped out. -  Night's Prophecy 

“Demi,” Galen blanched, rushing over.  He rolled me onto my back, his eyes full of guilt. “I’m so sorry,” I murmured, avoiding his eyes. Galen shook his head, trying to help me up. “Don’t talk like that. Come on, we’ll-” “It’s only fair,” I whispered. “I took his life, I shouldn’t expect any less.”
“But-” Galen cut himself off. “I love you,” he blurted. “And I’ve never told you. But I do, and I always have.”
I opened my mouth, but darkness tugged at the edges of my vision. My breaths were numbered. I slowly drew my finger down his cheek. “I know.” And as the last syllable left my mouth, I slipped into the darkness.- The Thirteenth Olympian  

Thalia trudged back to her hotel room, not quite sure what to do. She burnt to a crisp in the sun, so it wasn't like she could just waste the day away on the beach tanning. So she decided to go window shopping, just to keep from having to go back to the hotel room. As she peeked into the different windows, feeling out of place, something caught her eye. A sequin covered, vibrant, deep royal blue dress glinted back. Thalia smiled in spite of herself. That was the very dress Analiese had pointed out to her a week ago, hinting that she wanted it.  It was like a lifetime ago... she thought, stepping inside. Weird New Age music pulsed in the background of the nearly empty store. Glittery dresses and shoes were on display, dancing in the color-changing light. Suddenly, the quiet was interrupted. Angry shouts came from the back room, then gunshots rang out. Thalia froze before rushing towards the stock room door, looking in.- Murder In Milan 

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