The Dragon's BrideThe Dragon’s Bride
A story by Imaginationsvictim
I have published this previously elsewhere, but thought it would make a good first choice for my deviation NOTE: contains adults themes and some adult language.
The little cart lurched over the stones of the track and Sheldi jammed her feet against the side to steady herself, her heart thumping as she looked at the cliff-edge so close to the wheels. A crow floated in the void below her, ink-dark against the greens and browns of the heath. Sheldi was self-possessed enough to find her own fear funny in the blackest way, and she bared her teeth in a bitter grin.
Her father, walking behind the cart, saw her grimace and mumbled, “Nearly there, my petal.”
Sheldi turned her head and spat at him, but her throat was too dry from fear and she produced only the noise of her contempt.
It was not as if bracing herself would help. Her hands were tired behind her back to o