Chapter 21
The cool, icy palace was filling with magical creatures. People old and young, all filing through the open door. Today was a special ceremony, not one the people of Evel took lightly. Queen Mala sat in her throne for the last time, her hands curled over the icy chair, her shiny skin almost blending into the throne. She smiled menacingly at her crowd and they returned her malicious grin. Slowly, she lifted herself off the throne, her hands reaching up to remove her crown from atop her icy head. "I," Queen Mala spoke loudly, her voice quieting the throne room, "Queen Mala, hereby resign my position at the throne." Her sharp voice boomed off the icy walls of the castle.
From the doorway across the crowded room, a young lady entered. She worse an extravagant dress, made of soft white fur lined in soft gold. Her skin, still tinted peach from her human years was covered in an icy layer of Evel skin. She lifted her hardened eyes to the throne ahead, and slowly made her way towards it. All was silent as she turned to face the crowd around her, carefully taking the golden crown from Mala. Holding the beloved crown above her head, Sydney lowered gently until it rested on top of her hair. All the while, she thought about the betrayal her friends had caused, and if they ever set foot in her frozen lands, they would taste the revenge they had so easily dished out.
Mala looked up proudly at her evil creation as she lowered herself onto the icy throne. Her heart was as cold as the palace she ruled, and Mala had done an excellent job in doing it for her. The crowd raised their eyes respectively to their malicious Queen as Mala's voice rose above the high palace ceiling, "I hereby present to you Queen Sahara of Evel."