Amara Alexander: A Short Story

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Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a beautiful kingdom called Concordia. And while all seemed fine at the moment, within the heart of the kingdom something rather sinister was brewing.

The captivatingly evil Amara Alexander, young Queen of Concordia had never been loved by her kingdom, merely feared. That was precisely the way she preferred it, that is until she’d realized how taken the townsfolk were by the kindhearted, enchanting, blonde beauty that is Anastasia Bloom. Amara was furious, if anyone deserved that kind of love and respect it was her. Amara saw Anastasia as threat, one that needed to be eliminated.

One warm summer day Anastasia was walking through the lush green field with some of the villagers singing and …show more content…

As soon as they made it to the center of the village Amara’s army was flanked by Anastasia and the villagers on every side. Bewildered Amara shrieked for her soldiers to attack. Soldiers from each side clashed together in a rush of adrenaline. As swords sliced through the air and roars of agony and determination rang through the night Amara made an attempt to escape, but Anastasia who was fighting on the front lines with her army noticed her trying to flee. Anastasia effortlessly fought her way through the throng of Amara’s soldiers, making her way to the cowardly Queen. Just as Anastasia was closing in on Amara six of her soldiers rushed out of the shadows and surrounded Anastasia. Amara came walking towards Anastasia, who was being constrained by two soldiers, her raven black hair whipping around her face. “Finally we meet face to face” said Amara while she picked up Anastasia’s fallen sword. “To bad it will be the last time we meet, seeing as I’m going to kill you now” Amara said in a menacing voice. As she prepared to thrust the sword through Anastasia’s heart ending her life Alessandra and Augustine slipped out of the darkness and swiftly assassinated Amara’s soldiers one by one, rescuing Anastasia. Seeing her plans fall apart right in front of her eyes Amara made a frantic flee to escape but tripped on the length of her purple cape, crashing hard to the ground. With her white dress flowing behind her Anastasia grabbed her sword looming over Amara dauntingly, but paused. “Why are you just standing there? Kill me already.” Shouted Amara. “But then that would make me like you, and I never want to become a monster.” said Anastasia, as she lowered her sword to her

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