Its skin was a pale white, covered in small dots that intrigued the boy. Its hair was black and long, reaching its shoulders. The clothes it wore were green, another color that was nowhere to be seen in the dead End. But it didn't have any red. Rythian looked again, desperately hoping to find the brilliant color.

"What is it?" He asked his mother. She smiled, so far as a dragon can, and gestured to the guard to remove its gag.

"Ask it yourself." She smirked. Rythian stepped closer, seeing for the first time the things lips, a pale pink that was so close to his color it frustrated him.

"What are you?" He asked, hoping that if it understood it could tell him more about the fabric. It stared blankly, clearly not understanding the question. "It doesn't understand me." He called back to his mother accusingly.

"That's because it's little more than an animal. This thing is a human, the things that occupy the lands of light where the wild ones go." She scoffed disdainfully. Rythian frowned, he had heard of the bright lands, a place of exile for endermen who lost their sanity. Apparently they were filled with a burning light and a harsh liquid that hurt endermen above anything else.

"What are those colors?" He asked, eyes riveted on the green of the things clothes. The Queen looked alarmed.

"What colors?" She asked, peering curiously over Rythian's shoulder. It sounded like she was lying, but Rythian dismissed the thought. Mother was many things, but she wasn't a liar.

"The ones on its clothes, I haven't seen colors like that before." He murmured, taking another step closer, his face almost touching the bars. The human stared back, its eyes the same green as its clothes. Rythian had never seen eyes of any color other than purple.

"That isn't important. What is important is what happens now." The Queen's eyes reflected the anticipation in her voice. Rythian raised an eyebrow in an unasked question. "Now you kill it. The meat will make a wonderful delicacy at your feast." Rythian started slightly, caught off guard by the Queen's request.

"Kill it?" he asked cautiously. The Queen nodded, gesturing to the sword at Rythian's belt.

"It's just an animal. Get it over with." She sighed, seeming bored. Rythian swallowed and moved closer. The thing began to make a whimpering noise, scooting away from the dark blade. It began to yell, its sounds indecipherable to him. He opened the door and walked in, intent to get this done as quickly and painlessly as possible. He put his sword to its throat and took a breath, looking away. He pulled in a quick motion, wincing at the cry of pain. He blinked and looked down at its still form, swallowing thickly. Then he froze. Gushing from under the things pale skin was a liquid, a red liquid. His breathing quickened as he knelt down, dipping his fingers into the blood. He looked back at his mother, eyes wide.

"What's this color?" He asked fervently. The Queen smiled.

"That," She purred, "Is Red."

Who thought I was gonna have him object to killing her? Well. Um. I almost did, but then I thought about it.

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