This chapter is dedicated to SiLlYgOoSe

Sorry for the wait

Sorry for it's shortness

I hope you enjoy…

A woman stepped out into the light moon, her eyes gleaming with harshness. Her twisted beauty stunned the onlookers, are much as her doubled voices. Carthaki slaves began to drop to their knees all throughout the room and murmuring fevered prayers.

"Prophet" Orzone said hoarsely recognizing the character out of this country's myths. "Did we become a Goddess for good behavior?" The woman smiled at the comment, slowly letting it slink over her face and contort her features. For a moment she seemed to warp and twist with her surroundings, but then she spoke again and snapped back into place.

"No, Orzone. I just am a messenger from a higher power. Godliness would never suit me well" She glided over to a couch in the room and lightly tossed herself on it. Around the room the murmured prayers continued all slipping into one united chant. "How does it feel though, to sit in legend? To hear the worship… It was all you ever wanted, correct?" Orzone looked on her in anger. She mocked him, he was sure. He was an emperor… She in her own birthright was a beggar. A half-breed. A mere flea on the floor of his great hall. She was nothing to his greatness.

"Just a Prophet to the gods, your greatness" She said studying his face like it was her favorite book. He turned red, "Guards! Seize her! She mocks the Emperor and reads his mind like he is in need of a common fortuneteller. Teach her a lesson" But the guards simply looked at him in horror.

"Why don't you move?" Orzone screamed, the Prophet looking calmly on. "She-She-She's a legend m'lord. She can't be touched or stopped. We're blessed with her presence and to defile her holiness would be a sin!" On of the guards spoke haltingly, eyes wide with terror.

Orzone lashed his magic out, destroying the man. He was barely able to let out a startled and pain filled yelp before his body dissolved into nothing. Orzone looked around at the rest of the guards who avoided his eyes. They looked afraid of the emperor and Orzone smiled, satisfied.

"That wasn't very smart. You really need to control that temper of yours" She smiled deeply her eyes twinkling.

"Shut your mouth" Orzone hissed, his eyes angry. "Why, are you afraid I might reveal what happened to your Queen?" The woman smiled, her teeth flashing like white diamonds.

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It was herself who stood there. Daine was dressed in a rough dress, her stormy eyes horrified as she watched herself in farther years killing her baby. This Daine who viewed the Empresses atrocities was no older that ten. She was beautiful all the same though, although she looked thin and pale.

"How could you kill a baby?" The young Daine cried. The Empress stared at her in wonder, remembering her humanitarian side. A horror ran through her body. "But- it would kill…" Daine whispered her voice hoarse with horror.

"I am you… you must understand" She gazed into young Daine's eyes, but there was no recognition. "I will never be like you," The young girl hissed backing away. "Never." And she ran off into the mist, the Empress staring in amazement and shock after her.

The Empress fell to her knees and looked at the ground. Something was shining softly beneath the gray substance that she kneeled upon. Daine began digging frantically, the substance burning her hands. A mirror lay there. Daine rose it and peered into it's reflective depths.

An older woman looked back. Her hair was long and pulled back, adorned heavily with a jeweled headdress. Her face was coated in paints and her eyes lined with a heavy charcoal. She was the murderer of children. The Empress of madness and hatred. Daine dropped the mirror in horror and it shattered. She felt her face, but there was no paint. There was no fine headdress on her head.

She peered into the mirror shards.

Still, she was the murderer. "No" Daine screamed. She began to claw at her face, blood running down her hands.

Another set of hands stopped her own from their destructive force. She looked into stormy blue eyes belonging to a young man dressed in decorative clothing. Her son.

"Mother, stop being ridiculous" He said with a charismatic smile. "Our plan to control Tortall is almost complete. Soon the empire will fall and you will rule by my side as my Queen" He rubbed the blood from her face. "We must look presentable to the delegates my love" He spoke with soft tones.

Daine stared at him.