Chapter Four
A young platinum-haired girl sat on an exquisite throne in the city of New Kadessa. She, however, wasn't as young as she looked. Clothed in long, flowing robes and fine jewelry, she looked every bit the Queen that she was. She stood up and looked out of one of her ornate windows in longing. She dearly wished to see only the sky outside of her windows, some sort of proof that her home was floating like the great city of her great- grandfather, Melbu Frahma. She wanted the glory of the sky and the world to be returned to the Winglies. She yearned for the days of her ancestors, things that she only heard in stories. She wanted to experience it all. She threw open the window and leaned out, her beautiful platinum hair blowing in the breeze.
Zair paused in the hall, staring at his lovely queen. For a moment he forgot that she was cruel, never hesitating to kill if it was in her best interests. But, she never harmed one of her own people. Humans, Gigantos, Minitos, they were all insignificant. She had the same beliefs as her great- grandfather. The Winglies were her concern. She would do anything to elevate the position of the Winglies, anything to bring them back to their former standards. And Zair would do anything help her. That included going to Ulara and joining the other side, only to betray them in the end. His queen was everything to him, and he counted himself blessed everyday for her to look upon such as him, especially when he was what he was. A half- breed. Half of him was of the hated Human race. Everyday after he blessed his queen, he cursed his parents, his mother for being what she was, and his father for being so weak as to fall for a Human woman. They had both been killed, of course. He had always been an orphan, alone….Until his queen had rescued him, that is.
The woman leaning out the window, the one they called the Lady Queen, suddenly noticed the presence of her knight. Never turning, she said, "Zair. Come here."
He did as he was told. "Yes, my Queen?" He was slightly nervous, as he always was around her.
"It is time. You must go to the deserts outside of Ulara now. I have organized an attack so you will be able to gain their trust immediately."
"Yes, my Queen." He had turned to leave when she spoke again.
"Zair?"
"Yes, Highness?"
"Be careful. I wouldn't want to lose as great a warrior and subject as you."
"Thank you, my Queen. With those words, anything will have a hard time killing me." He bowed and strode purposefully out of the room.
The Queen smiled slightly. "Oh, but you don't know you and but a pawn in the palm of my hand…."
A young girl had been listening all the while. After the Queen had finished, she slipped away silently to inform her master of this new development.
A young platinum-haired girl sat on an exquisite throne in the city of New Kadessa. She, however, wasn't as young as she looked. Clothed in long, flowing robes and fine jewelry, she looked every bit the Queen that she was. She stood up and looked out of one of her ornate windows in longing. She dearly wished to see only the sky outside of her windows, some sort of proof that her home was floating like the great city of her great- grandfather, Melbu Frahma. She wanted the glory of the sky and the world to be returned to the Winglies. She yearned for the days of her ancestors, things that she only heard in stories. She wanted to experience it all. She threw open the window and leaned out, her beautiful platinum hair blowing in the breeze.
Zair paused in the hall, staring at his lovely queen. For a moment he forgot that she was cruel, never hesitating to kill if it was in her best interests. But, she never harmed one of her own people. Humans, Gigantos, Minitos, they were all insignificant. She had the same beliefs as her great- grandfather. The Winglies were her concern. She would do anything to elevate the position of the Winglies, anything to bring them back to their former standards. And Zair would do anything help her. That included going to Ulara and joining the other side, only to betray them in the end. His queen was everything to him, and he counted himself blessed everyday for her to look upon such as him, especially when he was what he was. A half- breed. Half of him was of the hated Human race. Everyday after he blessed his queen, he cursed his parents, his mother for being what she was, and his father for being so weak as to fall for a Human woman. They had both been killed, of course. He had always been an orphan, alone….Until his queen had rescued him, that is.
The woman leaning out the window, the one they called the Lady Queen, suddenly noticed the presence of her knight. Never turning, she said, "Zair. Come here."
He did as he was told. "Yes, my Queen?" He was slightly nervous, as he always was around her.
"It is time. You must go to the deserts outside of Ulara now. I have organized an attack so you will be able to gain their trust immediately."
"Yes, my Queen." He had turned to leave when she spoke again.
"Zair?"
"Yes, Highness?"
"Be careful. I wouldn't want to lose as great a warrior and subject as you."
"Thank you, my Queen. With those words, anything will have a hard time killing me." He bowed and strode purposefully out of the room.
The Queen smiled slightly. "Oh, but you don't know you and but a pawn in the palm of my hand…."
A young girl had been listening all the while. After the Queen had finished, she slipped away silently to inform her master of this new development.
