Chapter 8
The pitiful form of a defeated wildcat crawled its way into Dark Forest. Her once beautiful coat was matted and her silken robes torn. She was Tsarmina, former Queen of the Thousand Eyes and Ruler of Kotir. She glanced around fearfully, as if still expecting attack. Seeing that there was no other creature around, Tsarmina straightened up and smoothed her fur. Suddenly, a enormous badger loomed up in front of her. The former queen let out a shriek of fear and made to run for it. However, the badger grabbed her before she could move. Sobbing, Tsarmina begged, "Oh spare me! I'll never come back here again, you have my word! Just let me go!"
The badger roared at her, "Silence vermin! Cease your wails. I am Boar the Fighter, and it is time for you to pay for your horrible crimes." Just as he finished, a large group of creatures appeared before them. They were the ones Tsarmina had vented her wrath on, squirrels, otters, mice, even some of her own solders. Tsarmina cringed as her own father stepped forward.
Verdauga looked at his only daughter with a look of distaste and said, "You were willing to kill me in order to gain power. I hope you get the worse punishment possible."
Tsarmina was about to protest when she was interrupted by a young mousewife. She pointed at Tsarmina and said, "I am called Merri. I had a husband and three little ones. Then one day you killed me because my bread did not please you. My children had to grow up without their mother because of you."
Tsarmina was shaking as a slim, gray otter without a tail approached her. It was the Mask, the one who had took the arrow meant for Gingervire. He said, "I don't regret dyin', for I died supportin' a cause I believed in. But you caused my brother pain when I died, so I 'ope you'll feel the pain he did."
Boar the Fighter nodded at the otter. "That is a good idea, Mask." He turned to Tsarmina. "Before you are sent to Hellgates, you shall feel the pain you have inflicted on your victims." Before she could protest, Tsarmina was filled with the feelings of grief, fear, and starvation. She felt the pain of the wounds she had dealt out. Such was her agony that she could not contain a howl of pain. She lay writhing on the for several minutes until the punishment had ended. Then she was dragged to The Land of No Stars, where all evil spirits are forced to spend an eternity.
From where he lay, Martin the Warrior could see the final fate of Tsarmina. He smiled to himself, feeling that she had gotten exactly was she deserved.
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