Creative Writing: The Kingdom Of Antarctica

A distant time ago, a period of time that was rough for many people took place. A girl who lived with her family in a small suburban house was sent away from war by her mother and father, to favor the girl’s survival. Her family cared for her, to give her all the food to survive the trip to where she would be shipped off to. “You will go far away, and eat food in moderation.” her mother said in a concerned tone whilst packing food into suitcases which was all they could find for a container. The girl’s father warned “Do not listen to the people over there, they are cruel to people like us.” the girl was frightened by this and the journey. She hadn’t been away from her parents for so long, but it was something she had been forced to do. “For

“Cowardly ran away from war!” as the others did. People who feared war themselves made a break for it, the girl never wanted to leave, though, she was just misunderstood. They think that it was my fault she thought to herself, no one knows what had really happened. The people of the kingdom of Antarctica, had been continuously forced to allow American natives to house themselves on their territory. This was because of the well-respected king that ruled the whole kingdom. “I want a polite, beautiful American girl to be my queen, let the war fleers in.” these were the king’s orders, and the king’s orders always passed. He was continuously questioned for this, as no one knew why he’d want an American girl, and nobody else. This made the girl, who will turn 17 this year, want to marry the prince in the future, when he becomes king. The king was an old, wise man, who seemed to be retiring from being king in a few years. Everyone thought the girl was crazy for even thinking that would happen, they did not care for the girl, no one did. Hated by all, everywhere she went, unwanted, “a coward”, but truly,

Before then was an extensive amount of time to question her decision, the king announced that he would be giving the throne to his son tomorrow and the girl worried. She did not know whether or not she would venture into the cavern now, whether she would risk death over curiosity, and love over hope. Would I be accepted by anyone if I wore these clothes to the king’s palace anyways? She questioned herself what on everything. The girl came to the conclusion that the she would not be accepted, and even if she was, she would have been laughed at and made fun of by everyone there. Later she made preparations for the cavern she will enter near dawn. She edited her gear to be durable and protective, as well as warm. Ripping pieces of blankets and using thin strands of wood, which was all she was exposed to. The next day she journeyed to the cavern, weapon in hand. As she arrived at the cavern, the nervousness of the girl churned the girl’s stomach. As she crept into the cavern, she stepped around the variously shaped icicles protruding out of the ground, and was able to duck under the ones hanging from the ceiling, for it was a small cavern. At what seemed to be the end of the cavern, was the source of the dim light that was seen by from outside. She walked further in, becoming more nervous every step that she took, the light then produced a shadow, and footsteps were audible. This