White Light?
That was the first thing Wild Red saw. It was dim at first but by the time he fully even realized it was there, it was burning. It grew more intense by the minute, sweeping him off his senses, out of his mind. It grew stronger and stronger, but no matter what he did he couldn't get out of its blinding, white grasp.
The light drew its long rays out over him; it enveloped him in a prison of radiance. He squirmed, he screamed, he did everything. He used every last bit of energy he had, and finally it began to work. The glow was still there, but it was not as strong. Lines were beginning to take shape. He saw the face of a young woman, quite pale, quite stern, almost as if a half- human. Not nearly what she used to be. But as he began to see her more, her expression changed. It was an evil cackle. A cackle so heartless, so ruthless, it sank into his heart and tugged at its soul. He did not want to be affiliated with this pale woman.
Darkness again.
At first Wild Red thought it was just darkness, but he realized it was not lack of light, it was black. A color. It was all around him, dotted with little rays of light. Tiny speckles shining like their own little universes. But suddenly it was no longer so dark. Something was emerging. He couldn't quite make it out, but it seemed to have an orangey hew to it. It had the energy of pure evil, probably as bad, if not worse, as the pale woman.
Suddenly, this creature who must've caused so much anguish and screaming himself, so horrible that it made the pit of Wild Red's stomach seem to be pulled out of him, appeared to be in terror itself. It was getting weaker and weaker. And for some reason Wild Red was getting stronger and stronger. It was all coming into focus. Vocabulary, thoughts.
Understanding.
This vision of his faded away and light was returning. It was adding up in his mind, the dots were connecting. He almost had it.
The pale woman. a sorceress of evil, looked quite grim now, the kind of grim that was jealousy mixed with happiness mixed with envy mixed with inferiority. It was the look of a mother whose child had surpassed her mentally.
Then everything dawned on him. On who this girl might be, on what his vision meant, on-
Trakena looked at her creation in pity. It was so good and brilliance, but too brilliant for its own good.
"My mistress, I assure you he has lost all memory of this occasion," Diviot assured her. Wild Red lay limply on the table, no longer twitching. Trakena smiled. Faithful, loyal, Diviot had everything under control. She could count on him. He was the one good thing in her life, and she had as much respect for him as he did her. But she never would let on to this. She would always be the princess, and him her humble servant. at least as far as Diviot though.
"Excellent." Trakena smiled and walked out of the chamber. Soon it would all fall into place.
Soon she would be queen.