King Raleigh paced his chambers, thinking. The young girl - Attaly
was her name? - Was quite beautiful. The girl would be easy to bend to his
will. He was sure she was the one, the one the God was looking for. She
was powerful - too powerful. She was the one - the only one- who posed a
threat toward the God. She didn't know though; she had no idea what the
extents of her powers were. From what he guessed, she did not even know
that powerful magic flooded her veins. The girl was young too; only
fourteen or so. Raleigh smiled to himself.
This will be fun, he thought. So young a girl will be quite easy to use. And of course, I am her king. She will obey me whether she like it or no.
Raleigh! Came an evil voice. Raleigh whipped around to face his mirror.
Have you found her Raleigh? the voice hissed. A foggy image was beginning to form in Raleigh's mirror. Raleigh started to sweat. This was how the God spoke to him; spoke to all his minions.
"Yes Master," said Raleigh. It was how all of the God's minions spoke to him. The God's name was so horrible, so powerful, that if any were to speak it aloud, they would go mad, or be incinerated by the God's awesome power. "I have the girl here. She sleeps in a room near my quarters. But Master, she does not know of her power. She does not even know who you are, or that she is a powerful sorceress!"
Of course she doesn't! The God hissed. She was raised to not know! The puny beings mortals call gods protected her...or so they thought. Believing that not letting her know could protect her...Perhaps they thought I would not find her...Fools, he mocked. She will be destroyed, and then no one will be able to stop me! The God and Raleigh laughed, until the God disappeared from the mirror. Raleigh smirked.
The gods are fools, he thought. My master will destroy the girl - when I have had my fun. Raleigh smiled evilly to himself, thinking thoughts no man should think.
This will be fun, he thought. So young a girl will be quite easy to use. And of course, I am her king. She will obey me whether she like it or no.
Raleigh! Came an evil voice. Raleigh whipped around to face his mirror.
Have you found her Raleigh? the voice hissed. A foggy image was beginning to form in Raleigh's mirror. Raleigh started to sweat. This was how the God spoke to him; spoke to all his minions.
"Yes Master," said Raleigh. It was how all of the God's minions spoke to him. The God's name was so horrible, so powerful, that if any were to speak it aloud, they would go mad, or be incinerated by the God's awesome power. "I have the girl here. She sleeps in a room near my quarters. But Master, she does not know of her power. She does not even know who you are, or that she is a powerful sorceress!"
Of course she doesn't! The God hissed. She was raised to not know! The puny beings mortals call gods protected her...or so they thought. Believing that not letting her know could protect her...Perhaps they thought I would not find her...Fools, he mocked. She will be destroyed, and then no one will be able to stop me! The God and Raleigh laughed, until the God disappeared from the mirror. Raleigh smirked.
The gods are fools, he thought. My master will destroy the girl - when I have had my fun. Raleigh smiled evilly to himself, thinking thoughts no man should think.