Chapter One
Her Kind
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She, of course, was nervous. Anyone in her position would be. Meeting someone whom was feared throughout his world, merely fifteen years ago was nerve racking. Even though it was true that her kind served him since he had come to power, it did little to comfort her.
His world knew nothing of them. Either that or they thought that they were just a myth. They did not know for sure if they knew. Her kind did not like outsiders who meddled in their business. Her kind only allowed him and his kind's followers to enter into their home.
They were different from the rest of the magical community. Unlike their wand using brethren, their magic came from within. They had no need for wands, or for magic words; they were laced with their magic. Inside of them was a core of brilliant light that was their magic. They could call it whenever, wherever, they needed it. A few of her kind were not Gifted like the others, their magic was wild. They were the ones who could control the elements, the People-hearted, the wave-speakers, and much, much, more.
Her kind was taught like the witches and wizards. They must learn how to control their magic. Of course, the ones with wild magic learned to control it best they could, but it was exactly that…wild. Lessons after lessons were taught until they gained control and organized their mind. Each person learned as much as they could whether they be healers or warriors or something else altogether.
Not only were they taught how to use their magic, they were taught how to defend themselves with weapons. Sabers, bow and arrow, were the rudimentary arms. If one wished to develop further skills that was their choice. Her kind got around on horses, mainly because the horses were there. They prided themselves on their mounts. They were strong, smart, beautiful creatures.
Slender and caramel skinned the girl of only fifteen stood on the parapet over looking the mountain stronghold of her kind. Her dark brown eyes shifted over the afternoon's training. Sabers flashed from the sun over head. Many were taking care of their horses. Some were practicing horseback archery. Usually she would have been down there training with them. Afterwards she would have joined in on the meditation. Meditation helped to organize their minds. It pulled their thoughts into order. Today, however, was different. Today they were expecting guests and she would be the one to welcome them.
Chestnut hair with varicolored shades of blonde streaks running through it rippled in the wind. Although she did not look it, she was intelligent, and she knew even someone with IQ the equivalent of cheese would be afraid of what she was going to be facing in a few hours. Because of her upbringing she did not show her fear. It was politics really; all you had to do was show weakness and the other party won. She would show no weakness.
They served the Dark Lord.
He was coming.
They were the Gerudos.
She was their queen.
She was Cleopatra diAngelo.
Her Kind
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She, of course, was nervous. Anyone in her position would be. Meeting someone whom was feared throughout his world, merely fifteen years ago was nerve racking. Even though it was true that her kind served him since he had come to power, it did little to comfort her.
His world knew nothing of them. Either that or they thought that they were just a myth. They did not know for sure if they knew. Her kind did not like outsiders who meddled in their business. Her kind only allowed him and his kind's followers to enter into their home.
They were different from the rest of the magical community. Unlike their wand using brethren, their magic came from within. They had no need for wands, or for magic words; they were laced with their magic. Inside of them was a core of brilliant light that was their magic. They could call it whenever, wherever, they needed it. A few of her kind were not Gifted like the others, their magic was wild. They were the ones who could control the elements, the People-hearted, the wave-speakers, and much, much, more.
Her kind was taught like the witches and wizards. They must learn how to control their magic. Of course, the ones with wild magic learned to control it best they could, but it was exactly that…wild. Lessons after lessons were taught until they gained control and organized their mind. Each person learned as much as they could whether they be healers or warriors or something else altogether.
Not only were they taught how to use their magic, they were taught how to defend themselves with weapons. Sabers, bow and arrow, were the rudimentary arms. If one wished to develop further skills that was their choice. Her kind got around on horses, mainly because the horses were there. They prided themselves on their mounts. They were strong, smart, beautiful creatures.
Slender and caramel skinned the girl of only fifteen stood on the parapet over looking the mountain stronghold of her kind. Her dark brown eyes shifted over the afternoon's training. Sabers flashed from the sun over head. Many were taking care of their horses. Some were practicing horseback archery. Usually she would have been down there training with them. Afterwards she would have joined in on the meditation. Meditation helped to organize their minds. It pulled their thoughts into order. Today, however, was different. Today they were expecting guests and she would be the one to welcome them.
Chestnut hair with varicolored shades of blonde streaks running through it rippled in the wind. Although she did not look it, she was intelligent, and she knew even someone with IQ the equivalent of cheese would be afraid of what she was going to be facing in a few hours. Because of her upbringing she did not show her fear. It was politics really; all you had to do was show weakness and the other party won. She would show no weakness.
They served the Dark Lord.
He was coming.
They were the Gerudos.
She was their queen.
She was Cleopatra diAngelo.