T’was a beautiful day when Shawna descended into the countryside. It seems like it happened just yesterday. It wasn’t often that she spent time with the poorer, more average countryfolk, but it was her job as princess and heir to the throne to represent all of her pupils. She first travelled to the town center to deliver a speech to the people of the town. She started off by referencing a flashback of hers…
“One night, I had a dream. In this dream, my mother and father were fighting in the kitchen. Mother had just prepared dinner, and father was complaining that the smells and colors of it all were very funny and off. He thought she had prepared a poor meal for him to get him back for his recent moodiness that had been bugging her. She just didn’t understand the stress he was under, he would think to himself. Being the king and queen, you’d think that my parents interactions would be different than most of the interactions that you people of this town would have. But no, you see, we all have our own small issues and fights just like everyone else. And that’s why I came here to speak to you today; to get your opinions on…”
Right as she said that, there was a lout cracking noise. The noise was that of a gun firing off. Everyone in the crowd dropped to their stomachs, afraid that there would be more gunshots. On the stage, the princess was lying on the ground, her white dress already soaked in blood. Anyone could have instantly told that she was gone, forever. Tears began to well up in many people’s eyes as they interpreted the severity of the situation. The country’s princess, THE heir to the throne, was gone. They hurt for her family, they hurt for their country. But most of all, the one question burning on all their minds was where the shot had come from. One man felt so strong that he would not allow any more damage to be done to his townspeople that he decided to do something about it.
He jumped up and took off sprinting in the general direction of where the sound had come. He ran and ran and ran, but couldn’t see anyone very suspicious looking or wielding a weapon at all. Just as he was about to give up the chase for the enemy to his country, he saw a man whisk down a dark alley out of the corner of his eye. “This is it,” he thought to himself, “I’m gonna get this guy once and for all.” The runner could tell he was being chased, so the man was hesitant to follow after him so diligently, but he could not deny the fact that the killer must be caught. He ran to the end of the alley where he had last seen the murderer and veered sharply left, the way he had thought he saw the killer turn. Right as the man turned the corner, there was a flash and a loud bang. He reached down to feel where the bullet had torn into his stomach, and collapsed. He couldn’t believe it. The killer had gotten him.
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