Disclaimer: I acknowledge I do not own the Disney characters utilized in this story. I would also like to forewarn that this story has some dark moments and it is rated M for valid reasons. It seems this story would not stop bothering my mind until I started to write some of it. I warn now that it may never get finished and at the end of January I'm heading to Navy bootcamp, so I'm going to say sorry now, "Sorry."
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Shamira walked out of the rundown tavern into the dreary-looking cobbled streets. A light rain pattering down on her dark brown leather cloak while the stench of greasy food and drunken smelly men clings to her skin. However, Shamira was too lost in her thoughts about the job she had just accepted to give any thought to the less then reputable tavern. She had arrived into town recently and heard rumors that a young man was searching for renowned mercenaries and heroes to take upon a difficult task. The people hypothesize among themselves outlandish ideas of what this task could be since the young man refused to tell anyone except for the people he deemed could handle the challenge. And yet this man continuing to search for more people to take upon the task shows his low belief in anyone completing the feat, which makes the population even more curious to know.
Shamira feels a strong stirring desire to leave this grimy filthy town of Weselton and escape back to the freedom of the forest. Bits and pieces of a breeze try to creepy up under her mask makes her finally start moving towards the edge of the town where the forest can be seen. Once away from the grubby underbelly citizens of Weselton, Shamira's black metallic mask seeps back into her face until no recognition of it's exist is left. The mask is how she was able to land this job and many jobs before. A simple black mask that fits the upper half of her face like a glove with her bright green eyes blazing out, the bottom of the mask curving around her plump red lips in a replica of large black fangs. The young man needed no other convincing, they never do, that Shamira is who she appears to be because everyone knows that the Crimson Knight's mask will occasionally flicker as if there was hot burning coals underneath the mask shining through with flashes of a reddish orange. Storytellers love to enchant their audiences with tales of the Crimson Knight's feats, from the heartfelt stories of saving the innocent lives of paupers from slavers and poverty to the stories to scare children at night about the assassination of ruthless Kings and noblemen.
With a heavy sigh Shamira slides down a tree to land on the ground as she gathers her thoughts on how to start her voyage to her destination. Trotting forth from the darkening forest a giant black wolf appears, a white patch slash of fur cuts across hid left eye like a scar is the only detail that gives away his presence in the darkening light. The black wolf lays his head down in his family's lap, waiting to hear what awaits their future.
Shamira smiles down at the black wolf while gently running her hand through his thick fur, "Well Zavi, we had a difficult task ahead of us. We have two Sorceresses to defeat. One has the ability to control people's emotions, making them believe they love the Sorceress and call her a Princess. The other Sorceress is the more dangerous of the two, that's what I was warned anyway, her beautiful alone could make the strongest of men fall to their knees before her and if that doesn't work then she uses her ice ability to defeat her conquests and crowns herself Ice Queen." Zavi jerks his head up to look his human in the eye to express how incredulous he finds this fantasy story.
Shamira laughs, "I know, it all sounds crazy. The man even gave me a ring to wear that is suppose to protect me from at least the Sorceress Princess' abilities but he had nothing to aid against the Sorceress Ice Queen. Either way, I have no intention of attacking two people until I have proof that they are criminals hurting people. Besides, there was just something about that young man that does not settle well with me... Oh well, at dawn tomorrow we will find a Captain willing to take a young woman and her 'dog' to the nearest port to the kingdom of Arendelle and we'll continue from foot so we can survey the area before making our approach." Zavi scoffs at the word 'dog' but in general seems to give off a sense of agreement with the plan for tomorrow.