"Belle!" My voice cracks as I throw myself towards the girl, the stones on the beach sliding beneath my feet. I hear the sound of an arrow being fired, the whistle as it glides through the unnaturally still air. The scream as it finally lands home.
I push myself of the rocks, sharp beneath my hands. Through the tangle of my red hair I can see Belle falling towards the ground, her hands clutching at her torso.
A strangled cry escapes my lips, and I lunge once again at my friend. I reach her at the same time as Beast, his cries joining mine. As he pulls her into his arms I finally look towards Snow.
She flicks a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she begins raising the bow again, this time aimed on me. Even from this distance I can see the shake in her arms, her red lips pursed in concentration, her dark eyes focused on mine. I can’t bring myself to move.
But this can’t be how it ends.
I hear the clang of the arrow being realised, and some instinct drives me towards the ground. I feel a sharp pain on the side of my head, my hand raising with a tortured moan. The side of my ear is split just above the lobe, blood pooling in my hand as I grope it.
I am vulnerable to another shot if I stay like this, so I push myself away from the cold stones, ignoring the stinging pain. The blood from my hand turning their grey surfaces a dark red. As I rise I toss my head back, my red curls falling away from my face.
Snow is bringing another arrow over her shoulder, preparing to fire. I can’t give her that chance, I won’t be so lucky again.
I move towards Belle and Beast, my eyes never leaving Snow’s face. My boots slide on the wet stones as I near the lakes edge where Belle is lying. I bend and grasp the loaded bow that she still grips in her hand. I only have one arrow, I only have one chance.
In a fluid movement I bring the bow up in front of me, my right hand brushing my face as I hold steady the arrow that my fate rests on.
Breathe. Aim. Breathe. Fire.
I let loose the arrow before Snow has time to aim her own, and watch as it glides towards her frozen figure. The force of the impact propels her backwards as the arrow sinks into her stomach.
Surprise is the last thing etched on her face.
I spin round to face Belle and Beast once more, I cannot bare to look at Snows fallen body. Through his shaggy brown hair Beast’s eyes meet mine.
The cannon fires. There are seven of us left.
"Run" He says, barely audible over the crash of the waves. I freeze, since when were there waves? The wind has been slowly picking up and now I notice the sting of the grit it carries as it burns my bare arms.
"Merida, you have to run!" Beast pleads with me. "RUN!".
Belle’s tear soaked eyes meet mine, and the ghost of a smile appears on her lips, before a strangled cry escapes her.
I take one last look at their desperate forms before spinning away from the lake, heading towards the safety of the dense pine forest shrouding its shore line.
There are just seven of us left, I remind myself. Perhaps I have a chance.
(Okay I tried guys, please say its an improvement on the one above right? Oh and its Merida instead of Ariel because I love Brave, so it had to be in the story right, plus she reminds me of Catniss)