AN: I don't own Hellsing or anything to do with the franchise but all OC's along with their stories as well as this story are mine.
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Since I based my story kind of like a crossover with one of my original works called Reborn then here are some details that would be useful:
1. Amazonia is the island of female witch warriors and (human) men that are descendants of a warrior tribe that is kept secret from the rest of the world
2. Carmen-Grace Nightray) is the current queen
3. The witch elements are fire, water, earth, air, spirit and shadow
4. The island of Amazonia is governed by the queen and six council members
AN: So I wrote this a while back and I know it might be a bit rough but I really want to share my work because I'm still proud So with that lets begin
If you have any comments or concerns please feel free to PM me, and with that lets get this party started.
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Sanders POV
"Grasandra I have a mission for you!" The speaker was a dainty yet dignified young woman. She wore silver robes that pooled around her feet and a matching veiled mask obscuring all of her face except her eyes. Most people could intimidate someone with a look; the woman in front of me only needed to set her gaze upon a target to have them know her place. I moved forward and kneeled before her bowing my head in respect to the most powerful woman in my world. Unlike most noble women who took an audience with her royal highness I wore my usual clothes, tight black pants that looked as though they were made from scales and a bright red jacket. I could feel the disapproving eyes combing over me, wondering why a lady of my stature would dess so casually. It didn't matter what they thought I have more power than any of them combined.
"Sanders please stand."
"You are to locate an Amazonian artifact that has been stolen by the recently exiled Cecelia Blake. Find the item and have it returned to me."
"And what is to be done with the girl?" I asked. The queen paused and took what seemed to be a steadying breath.
"Kill her."
At her last words my head snapped up to peer into silver haloed eyes.
"Your highness…?" I questioned. Her majesty was a just woman who avoided the death penalty at all cost; she had even gone so far as to veto the grand council on several occasions in order to save a life.
"Do you question me?" She asked glaring at me.
She needed Sanders to leave immediately, already the threat could be fleeing, the intel spoke nothing of an escape plan but know could be certain with a rogue witch making the retrieval and execution more difficult. If they hadn't had been such amateurs the council would have had them kill miss Blake as well but this was not the sort of mission that could be left to amateurs. This mission was crucial to her family safety as well as to the safety of her people.
"No your majesty I only wish to know her charges." Sanders answer brought the queen back to the present. She cleared her throat and began to speak again.
"Yes of course" with a flourish she produced a scroll written on faintly glowing parchment. Unrolling it she began to read aloud, "Ms. Cecelia Blake of Shandora, recently exiled to Mainland due to illegal practices of forbidden magic will now under Heaven's decree be executed. Her charges, theft of royal artefact, the use of forbidden magic and threats to the crown as well as threats to the people of Amazonia." When she finished reading the scroll rolled back up and disappeared with a small poof.
"Do you understand the graveness of this issue?" the queen didn't wait for a response. "Cecelia Blake is suspected of attempting to raise an army against us with the use of soul magic. She wished to raise the dead and change the fates of lost souls therefore the sentence is death! Kill her or bring her back alive, but know that if she does return alive she will be executed upon arrival!"
"Am I understood?" she shouted. With refreshed resolve to serve her highness and enough common sense to stop me from talking back to her all I had left to do was answer:
"Yes your majesty."