The food at the temple, which she was supposed to share with Anastasia, had quickly taken it out of her mouth. She looked back at the princess, who was now grinning sarcastically at her. She wouldn't tolerate that. With every ounce of energy she could muster, she got up and lunged at Anastasia.
"Oslobanjyne!" Anastasia released her last note of the music in her language.
And Tamara fell to the floor, her eyes wide, blood oozing out of her ears. She clutched her stomach and curled. Was she about to explode? With an ear-splitting shriek, Tamara's body convulsed and she coughed a large amount of blood, which was mixed with tiny pieces of flesh. She breathed her last and heaped on the floor, a sickening mass of blood and flesh and body. She couldn't even touch the fae princess.
Anastasia held her hands in tight fists as her breath became shallow and fast, as she stared at the woman who was a powerful witch.
Buckle up for the next adventure!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!