Taking Back The Crown – Ending

 Later that night, after the ceremony, Sonya found Seta in the newly refurbished Palace gardens. He turned to her, looking upset.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I’ve been talking to people here. The amount of difficulty you’ve been through in the past five years… Why didn’t you allow me to help you? Did you really think the Elders could have stopped me if I thought you needed me?” His face looked pained.

  “I didn’t need you, Seta. I needed to do this myself.” For the first time, Sonya realized they were of almost equal height.  If they battled now, would she beat him? “I hope you understand.”

  “I wish I could forgive you straight away. Did you have any idea how worried I was?”

  “You didn’t need to worry about me. I’m not a child anymore.” As if to prove it, Sonya took what she felt was the boldest leap of her life and kissed him.

 Afterwards, he held her tightly and they stood in silence as thoughts trickled through their minds. Seta was the first to speak.

  “Do you think the Elders knew that this would happen?”

  “I suspect they did.” Sonya murmured into his shoulder.

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Alastair’s Photo Fiction – No More Running For You

This prompt is from Alastair’s Photo Fiction Blog

 

I’d kill for some bacon. Or a nice glass of white wine. Anything really, I haven’t eaten in years. I wouldn’t even turn my nose up at a peanut butter sandwich, and I hate peanut butter.

I used to run marathons, but that was a long time ago. I remember how it felt the day after I’d finished one. My limbs were so stiff, one hundred times more painful than after I’d completed a normal run. Now I feel even worse than that, all over my body. Or what that witch has made of my body, anyway.

 I used to be so proud of my looks. I was out running along the fields, and an ugly chick winked, smiled flirtatiously and beckoned me to come over. I sneered and ignored her, I could do better.

Suddenly, I found myself literally rooted to the spot as she cackled and walked away…