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1/Small Forgotten Territory
Revenge
Slowly she sank down next to the tree. Tears coursed her cheeks as she looked down into her lap. The laughing and sneering from the guards across the yard could be heard clearly. Their snide comments and taunting seemed to draw her into a deeper trance. She was descending to the very depths of her jewels…White…to Yellow….eventually to the Sapphire …continuing to the Ebon-gray and finally slowing to a stop in the Black…her birthright jewel.
The tears seemed instantly to freeze over on her face creating little ice crystals that fell to her hands, which lay rested in her lap.
"That stupid boy... He should've been smarter with My Lady, he could've been a great servant…" said a haughty voice near the snickering guards. But almost as soon as the words escaped her mouth, an immense wave blew across the grounds causing everyone below the Ebon-gray to fall to their knees and hold their heads.
"My head! What's happening? The bastards' dead! No one else can possibly do this!" said the haughty lady again with a now agonized sounding voice.
The girl sitting near the tree stood up, still hidden from everyone's view, turned towards the territory queen and smiled a disturbing, wicked grin. Small ice crystals formed on the grass underneath her with every step she took forward. Eventually coming into view, the pain subsided to a dull roar and they all stood up. The queen regained herself and turned in all directions then looked to the slumped body lying on the ground beneath the whipping poles.
"He couldn't possibly have do-"
"If you're that stupid as to think a carcass could come back to life and attack you my queen, then you must take a few moments to go over the little knowledge you might possibly have." said a voice, so deep to a female that it almost sounded inhuman.
The queen, as well as the guards turned around to face a small girl, barely the age of 17, with eyes glazed over, glaring directly at her. Her small frame, masked in flowing ebony hair, crouched down slightly to a fighting stance as she said the following words.
You've killed the one I love; you've signed your own death sentence my queen. and with that the girl called in a long broadsword and disappeared momentarily, only to reappear behind the queen with a long slash of the sword.
The only sound followed was the clanging of the guards' metal and the soft bump of limp bodies falling hard onto the ground.