Open Your Eyes

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Not a moment too soon, Beatrice found the sharp blade at her neck. In this moment, she knew he had never encountered someone here before. Little did he know, she had the upper hand. The two were physically equal here, the only thing differentiating them is the strength of their spirit and Beatrice was much stronger.

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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“How did you get in here?”

Beatrice held her head up high, refusing to let the Dark Prince see any signs of cowardice. “I woke up here after falling asleep last night. I mean you no harm,” she said, putting her hand on her hilt. She knew the strike of a sword would do nothing to him, but this wasn’t her first rodeo.

“The walls are sealed-“

“Walls wear down and cracks form. What do you expect?”

“How long have you been here?

“Long enough, Tacitus.”

Not a moment too soon, Beatrice found the sharp blade at her neck. In this moment, she knew he had never encountered someone here before. Little did he know, she had the upper hand. The two were physically equal here, the only thing differentiating them is the strength of their spirit and Beatrice was much stronger.

“Leave, or else I will kill you right here, right now,” the Dark Prince roared.

“That’s not how things work,” she smirked, jerking from his grip. “I may have cometh here by accident, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t lingered.”

“And what did you see? How can you prove to me you aren’t lying?” he asked, removing his knife from near her neck. Curiosity was written on his face as his mind multitasked; listening to this strange enchantress and trying to figure out a way to expel her.

Ask she spoke, she walked circles around him. “A great long time ago, the year before the Great Drought, a woman in the countryside gave birth to twin boys. Their father, a wealthy aristocrat in the city, left the family to be with his wife. The boys were both treated with equal love by their mother. They were read bedtime tales, drank the cleanest water, and wore the warmest clothes during cold months.

“During the third year of the Great Drought, crops could no longer grow. Not even the grass to feed the boves grew. Eventually, the mother could no longer support both children and herself. Instead of feeding the weakest child as a sacrifice to Karina, the mother dealt with the emotional pain of giving one of her children to another family.

“The next year, rain falls once again. Twelve years after that, mother and son live happily in their cottage, supplying food for half the village. Every night, the mother cries for her lost son, thinking they had received rain because he had died and been sent to Karina.

“The remaining boy, Etiam, does nothing about this, as he’s now seventeen, the ripe age for marriage. He’s even found himself a kind lady, just a year younger, whose family is of a lower caste. Within two years of marriage, they have a child of their own, a rambunctious little girl who’s a replica of Etiam’s mother.

“That same year, the crops are poisoned and the villagers fall ill. For two months, Etiam sleeps on the wool rug of his mother’s room, taking care of the sick woman. As an attempt to heal his mother, he took on alchemy, but his efforts were fruitless. He was by his mother’s side when she died, weeping.

 

“Not more than a week later, his daughter died in the same fashion and her mother’s strength was weakening rapidly. Do you see where I’m going with this, Tacitus?”

The Dark Prince didn’t speak. He stared at the ground, remembering.

“I’ll go on,” Beatrice smirked. “A month later, his wife died along with half the village. Despondent, Etiam leaves the countryside for the big city to find his father and demand reparations and to pay for all the years he missed. In the city, Etiam comes across a painting of the king and prince.”

“Quiet yourself,” Tacitus mumbles, anger in his voice.

“And so Etiam visits the castle with such mixed emotions and racing thought that he doesn’t have a clue what he’ll do when he gets there. He’s brought with him potions in bulk, ready to use them if need be. When he arrives, he’s faced with two guards. Not long after that, he’s wearing a guard’s uniform.

“No one notices, of course. It’s the day in which in queen leaves for her sister’s estate on the water. The castle is bustling to wave her off for the year, making sure everything is ready for her departure. And it wasn’t hard for Etiam to find the prince in his living quarters.

“He greeted the prince, potion in hand. ‘Is something the matter?’ the prince asks when Etiam, still dressed as a guard, enters. Etiam shut the door. Little did the prince know, the end of his life was moments away. Little did he know, there would be a new prince. One who would carry the same name, impersonate him. And it would work, too, because they looked so alike it was almost as if they were twins.”

“Scoundrel!” the Dark Prince shouted. “Liar!”

A quake in the ground began to erupt. The dark walls shook, pieces of earth fell from the ceiling. A groan emitted from the end of the hall.

“What is that?” Tacitus asked, turning to face the noise.

“It’s your wall,” Beatrice chuckled. “It’s crashing down.”

She grabbed the dagger from her pocket, holding it up to her neck. Her deed was done and the only way out was her death.

 

The first thing Beatrice saw when she opened her eyes was her husband watching the pulse oximeter. There was no sign of worry on his face, only careful concentration.

“Did you finish the job?” he asked, still staring at the screen.

Beatrice sat up from the bed and nodded. “Maybe now he’ll confess.” She looked at her husband with loving eyes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes lingered to the “OPEN YOUR EYES INC.” sign on the front door. “It would be nice.” She paused. “You were right by the way. We might just be free from hiding after all.”


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