Skeleton Bride

A short written by Aggie

 As the weather in Tyria once more grew colder, Aggie knew, she could feel the icy tendrils of winter waiting just outside the fall leaves. As she walked down the dark and shadowed corridors of Lion’s Arch at midnight, she could feel his presence.

She thought back to the happy months, a time when she had loved foolishly, and freely. When she was young and eager to sample all that life offered.

She sighed, “Aaah Steve, why do you torment me so? Why could you not remain faithful”.

She could hear the Mad King laughing, it grew closer, and closer. Suddenly a door dropped right in front of her. It was then that she saw a pair of wicked red eyes, and the sound of his gastronomically large chainsword. A large skeleton arm reached out it grasping her and dragging her inside.

The moon shown down on his mad smile as he lifted his weapon high above his head to crash down on her skull, “Aaah My LOVE Did you miss me! You shall be my skeleton Bride!”

Aggie Screamed as her flesh began to melt away from her body a veil of white swathing her now cleaned white bones…

Somewhere in the night a Raven cawed and Agatha woke suddenly in her bed, touching her skin and flesh to make sure it was still there, she rose from her bed.

That’s it, this year we end this. “Grabbing a few bottles of good stout whiskey, and her staff she flew through the door, heading off for the Mad King’s Labyrinth once more……