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Hellboy 3 The Midnight Princess

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Bethmoora, a city from ancient times. Thats where she would like to have left it. In the ancient times. However, fate chose her a different path. She found herself tracing over the mountain of old Ireland, the light fading down behind the hills. The faded and burned out grass blew inh the gentle night breeze. The scene was peaceful and serine, but her mind was all but.
Kuaghna stepped towards the giant, the enterance to the forgotten city. The grass all around has been recently diturbed, fresh dirt pulled to the surface. As she strood there, her yellow-blonde and white hair blowing in the breeze, the young elven temptress frowned. She searched her pockets for the whistle she had somehow kept after all theese years.
She took in a breathe and blew the whistle gently. The light ringing carried in the wind and the stones began to move. The giant stone man lifted himself from the forgotten earth and formed her the door. She stood for a moment and drew in a ragged breathe. Her heart turning into air and her lungs into lead.
Her feet eventualy found the will to move, her tan boots that where bound by ogre skin creaked after years of use. Her black leggings warm on her skin. bound by the same material. The long red tunic she wore was for him, for Nuada. It was his choice color. He ahd said he loved it on her slender form. That was long ago. Before...
Behind her a noise of clicking could be heard. Turning and whiping out a deul edged sword she pointed at the origin of the noise. It was just the king of the goblin laborers. SHe sighed and released her stance with an irritated noise.
"Your grace," the goblin formed an awkward bow his weals sliding, "Why are you here? The golden arm is distroyed." He finished with an awkward glance.
"You speak the language of those humans," she snapped in Gealic her face warping.
The goblin grimaced and turned away. He craked away quickly and didnt seem to be turning around. SHe ignored him and headed through the dusty stairwells and falling fabric hangings. It was a cemetary to the life it used to hold.
The little homes of goblins and other creatures where caved in and sad. The once bright colors all stained by decaying goop and rust in all the metals. It made Kuaghna want to cry.
She aproached a large archway of a door and her feet carried her boldly through. The sites inside made her heart hurt. The Golden army laid in shambles. The once polished and beautiful warriors broken and ugly. Her golden eyes drifted over them and she began to rage.
She broke out into a sudden run that carried her down the stairs and onto the platform below. She nearly tripped a dozen times and had to regain her balance. It was especially Hard to get up the littered stairs to the chamber.
As she doged past the last row of decaying armoured gladiators, only to fall to her knees. Above a staircase of huge gears lay the statued form of Nuala, the twin sister of Kuaghna's beloved Nuada.
This broke her heart enough, having been the princesses friend, but the scene below shattered her heart. A pile of crumbled elven remains lay on the floor, one peice that had remained whole was a hand. Turned as if reaching. A small ring attached to the finger. A ring that meant something to the broken gfirl now weeping over the pile of sediment.
She lifted the hand carefully and slowly slid the sliver band over it and onto her own finger. She lay her hand gently over her chest and stood. Turning away form the pile quickly, she ran from the room. As she left, she left her heart behind.
The small goblin sifted through the rubble on the ground of an old house. He never heared her aproaching, never heared her draw her weapon.
"Who killed my Nuada? Who killed my love?!" She screamed in Gealic. Her sword digging into the small goblins neck.
"I would never tell you! He was our saviour! He is our King!" the goblin choked out.
"Then I will take the name from you, along with your life!" She slid her blade quickly over the plump little throat. A dripping mass of black blood covering the blade.
She slid the edge of the blade over her tongue, the blood catching onto her tongue. Visions of the past month flashing threw her head from the goblins point of veiw. One came into focus, the one she needed. A man with blue skin, a large water appliance around his neck. A small girl with black hair and a sullen look on her face, and a tall red man with a rock hand. A man she knew. If only form legend.
Only a whisper of a name fell from her lips, "Anung Un Rama,"
this is my story but the charecters are not mine, neither are the settings, only one i own is Kuaghna
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Omg this was soooo awesome! Plz make more!