Sculpture
"No, no, no!" Master Cyclonis barked angrily. "You've got it all wrong!"
Cyclonis hated the idea of someone creating a statue of her. Why was she doing this again?
Ah, right; for her new Talon Academy. One of her more brilliant schemes.
But who knew it would take so long to complete one flipping stone likeness of herself?
Master Cyclonis had gone through so many kidnapped incompetent sculptors by that point, she had lost count of how many she had blasted into oblivion.
Right now, she was VERY ticked off. This one would be lucky if he was hung from his thumbs in the dungeon.
The Cyclonian empress stepped down from the box on which she was posing and marched right up to the sculptor's face, glowering at him.
"Do you think," she hissed dangerously, "that I'm THAT fat?!"
"W-what?!" the sculptor squeaked fearfully. "N-n-no, Master Cyclonis! I am not finished yet!"
"It better be good," the teenage queen threatened, brandishing her crystal staff. "Or you're going to wake up in the belly of a fire worm! Kapeesh?"
Mortified, the sculptor nodded. He turned back to his project as his model stood on the box and reclaimed her previous position.
The artist raised his chisel to the smooth stone shakily, hoping against hope that he didn't screw up.
He lightly tapped the statue's hip with his tool to chip away at the stone there.
Almost instantly, the entire statue crumbled into a heap of pebbles.
"GUARDS!" Master Cyclonis roared furiously.
Two Talons popped out of nowhere and seized the poor sculptor by the upper arms, dragging him through the large double doors of the throne room as he begged for mercy.
Master Cyclonis sighed heavily, climbing the short stairway and collapsing onto her throne.
This was going to be a LONG day.
Never get a job as an artist in Cyclonia. EVER.
Professional Development Day. No school. That's why I had time to update.
It's still freezing cold here. We saw the sun and blue sky this week. It was beautiful; I miss it. Review!
