Notes: The time and age stuff of this story is very unbelievable. But just
so you know, to be in you 20s or 30s here, it takes about 400 years. Though
the years go in out length, 24 hours in a day, 31 days in a month, 300...
Something days in a year. I don't really know what it is. But just so you
know.
Nothing belongs to me. Their rightful owners are Joss Whedon and Anne Bishop. Lucky The plot belongs to me, and some of the characters. That's really it.
Now, this is my first submitted story. Please, Please Review. ((Puppy dog face.))
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{{Father, brother, lover. Father, brother, lover. Father, brother, lover. And the one who rules them all. The Queen's first daughter and first son will be powerful if born in the Triangle of Power. Learning from the Ancient Peoples and Joined by the Worrier of Light- They will not be defeated. The Warlord Prince will be a Warlord King. The Queen will be Sorceress. When they stand together with loved ones behind, when they are protected by the triangle of power, only then can the realms be at peace.}}
In a world where status decides everything, where or when you live or die and if you suffer while you live. Where power is the key, power and ruthlessness is needed to survive. The weak are killed and the kind are enslaved. Slaves look at their position and except it, they're expected to. Slaves cannot do anything to change it. Oh, there are stories, but not everyone can be as daring, cunning, or brave as Sadi, Yaslana, and Jared.
That's what I tell myself every time I'm at the mercy of my Queen and her court.
No, not my queen.
Never has Yamara been my queen, and she never will be. She will never have my trust, loyalty, or love. That's what you need to be a powerful Queen. The loyalty and love of the people you rule. She wants mine. Oh, how she wants it. My power. My seed to sire her spawn, and I will never give them to her. Why does she want me though? I know she wants me because she senses power. Dark power. But for all that bitch knows, I have a green Jewel. Only able to get to the Ebon Gray. Lucivar Yaslana is the only male in history to have that Jewel. Only two other males have ever had a darker Jewel, and they are his father and brother.
Why do I stay here and take what the whore and her court dish out everyday? Why don't I just kill Yamara and leave? Why don't I go home and live happily? I have the power to do, so damn it! I'm a Black Jeweled, Black Widow, Warlord Prince who is also a Healer. The rarest combination of strengths in all the realms. The Ring of Obedience can't do anything to me, really. It hurts, yes, but I can stand it and push through the pain. So why don't I? What is keeping me here?
She is. She is my sister, Alliana. My twin sister. Alli has been with me for as long as I can remember. The only one who has my trust and love. Just as powerful as me, but as sweet as a summer blooming flower. And as beautiful as the sunset after a stormy day. She is why I stay. That bitch queen hangs her life over my head every single day. Saying if I don't "be have", she pays in my stead. If I leave, they will surely kill her. I don't even know where they keep her. Though I wouldn't be surprised if they put my sister in a hut right next to the soldier's barracks with an open door.
All this goes through my head while whip slashes my back open. Alli is in front of me, tied to a post in nothing but patched rags barely covering what is needed. The skin that is showing is covered in bruises and scratches. I look into her eyes. Her eyes change color with her mood. From a happy blue-green, to a ferocious red or gold, to the mournful gray they are now. I hate it when her eyes are gray.
--Slash-- Damn that whip. They put some kind of acid on it to give a little bit of an extra sting.
--Slash-- I felt myself open my mouth to scream, but stopped myself when I saw Alli's eyes widen in fear. If I make a sound, they will start the 50 slashes all over again; but this time, they would let Alli join in the festivities.
--Slash-- Damn! Another close call. That damn whip got me right where my wing joins with my skin.
I look at Alli and notice again how different we look. I look like a well- built Eryian male with strong features and large, dark wings. Dark hair with yellow eyes. And a face that makes the women drooled, even some men. They say that the realms haven't seen a face like mine since Deamon Sadi, and that's expected. Alli, who is my twin sister, is a fair girl with soft features. Delicately pointed ears and blond hair down to her lower back. She has muscles and an athletic body, but a smile that can melt an ice berg. She looks like a Dea La Mon Queen. We couldn't look anymore different. But she is my sister, I know it. I can feel it.
--Slash-- I felt my mouth open, I felt a scream erupt from my throat. I saw Yamara's eyes light up, and Alli's eyes turn into a frightened gray, to a forgiving light blue-gray. Yamara's brutes roughly untied her from the post in front of me, to the whipping post next to me.
"Alli, I'm so sorry. I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn't. Please forgive me, I'm sorry. So sorry..." I stopped there and looked at my sister as she hung limply in the arms of our jailers. I see Yamara stride angrily to her and slap my sister's face. Yamara takes a step back in fear as I struggle against my chains. I know that the bitch won't do anything to Alli now that she has gone deep enough within herself, and her mind to not feel any pain that would have been inflicted onto her body. Yamara never does anything in fear of my anger. We made a pact a long time ago that I wouldn't kill her as long as she didn't hurt Alli for no reason. She keeps to that like a law.
"Take her to their room," she says. That bitch. Ever since I slapped her 47 years ago, she won't let Alli and me be in the same room. Only while and after we are being punished. I don't notice Yamara saunter over until her she ran her hand over my chest.
"Your sister is smart when she does that you know. She saves herself, but makes your life worse."
I growl deep in my throat and spit at her feet. She takes a step back, but doesn't brake her gaze from mine. "Do what you want Yamara, you know it won't do anything. You know you won't break me. And that kills you."
She smiles her evil smile and says, "Use the good whip, and another 50 strokes.. for talking." My eyes widen, and so does her smile.
The whip. The one that every person under her rule fears. One not made out of leather, but of spike wires. I have only had this used on me once before. And it made me an obedient dog for weeks afterward.
The one in charge of the whips pulled his arm back and I braced myself for the pain.
--Slash--
I scream a terrifyingly inhuman scream.
"Again."
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In Keeler, thousands of miles away, Witch woke up screaming a terrifyingly inhuman scream. Blood dripping from 50 slashes on her back.
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Oooh, cliffhanger. Please review. I love reviews. Review please :)
Nothing belongs to me. Their rightful owners are Joss Whedon and Anne Bishop. Lucky The plot belongs to me, and some of the characters. That's really it.
Now, this is my first submitted story. Please, Please Review. ((Puppy dog face.))
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{{Father, brother, lover. Father, brother, lover. Father, brother, lover. And the one who rules them all. The Queen's first daughter and first son will be powerful if born in the Triangle of Power. Learning from the Ancient Peoples and Joined by the Worrier of Light- They will not be defeated. The Warlord Prince will be a Warlord King. The Queen will be Sorceress. When they stand together with loved ones behind, when they are protected by the triangle of power, only then can the realms be at peace.}}
In a world where status decides everything, where or when you live or die and if you suffer while you live. Where power is the key, power and ruthlessness is needed to survive. The weak are killed and the kind are enslaved. Slaves look at their position and except it, they're expected to. Slaves cannot do anything to change it. Oh, there are stories, but not everyone can be as daring, cunning, or brave as Sadi, Yaslana, and Jared.
That's what I tell myself every time I'm at the mercy of my Queen and her court.
No, not my queen.
Never has Yamara been my queen, and she never will be. She will never have my trust, loyalty, or love. That's what you need to be a powerful Queen. The loyalty and love of the people you rule. She wants mine. Oh, how she wants it. My power. My seed to sire her spawn, and I will never give them to her. Why does she want me though? I know she wants me because she senses power. Dark power. But for all that bitch knows, I have a green Jewel. Only able to get to the Ebon Gray. Lucivar Yaslana is the only male in history to have that Jewel. Only two other males have ever had a darker Jewel, and they are his father and brother.
Why do I stay here and take what the whore and her court dish out everyday? Why don't I just kill Yamara and leave? Why don't I go home and live happily? I have the power to do, so damn it! I'm a Black Jeweled, Black Widow, Warlord Prince who is also a Healer. The rarest combination of strengths in all the realms. The Ring of Obedience can't do anything to me, really. It hurts, yes, but I can stand it and push through the pain. So why don't I? What is keeping me here?
She is. She is my sister, Alliana. My twin sister. Alli has been with me for as long as I can remember. The only one who has my trust and love. Just as powerful as me, but as sweet as a summer blooming flower. And as beautiful as the sunset after a stormy day. She is why I stay. That bitch queen hangs her life over my head every single day. Saying if I don't "be have", she pays in my stead. If I leave, they will surely kill her. I don't even know where they keep her. Though I wouldn't be surprised if they put my sister in a hut right next to the soldier's barracks with an open door.
All this goes through my head while whip slashes my back open. Alli is in front of me, tied to a post in nothing but patched rags barely covering what is needed. The skin that is showing is covered in bruises and scratches. I look into her eyes. Her eyes change color with her mood. From a happy blue-green, to a ferocious red or gold, to the mournful gray they are now. I hate it when her eyes are gray.
--Slash-- Damn that whip. They put some kind of acid on it to give a little bit of an extra sting.
--Slash-- I felt myself open my mouth to scream, but stopped myself when I saw Alli's eyes widen in fear. If I make a sound, they will start the 50 slashes all over again; but this time, they would let Alli join in the festivities.
--Slash-- Damn! Another close call. That damn whip got me right where my wing joins with my skin.
I look at Alli and notice again how different we look. I look like a well- built Eryian male with strong features and large, dark wings. Dark hair with yellow eyes. And a face that makes the women drooled, even some men. They say that the realms haven't seen a face like mine since Deamon Sadi, and that's expected. Alli, who is my twin sister, is a fair girl with soft features. Delicately pointed ears and blond hair down to her lower back. She has muscles and an athletic body, but a smile that can melt an ice berg. She looks like a Dea La Mon Queen. We couldn't look anymore different. But she is my sister, I know it. I can feel it.
--Slash-- I felt my mouth open, I felt a scream erupt from my throat. I saw Yamara's eyes light up, and Alli's eyes turn into a frightened gray, to a forgiving light blue-gray. Yamara's brutes roughly untied her from the post in front of me, to the whipping post next to me.
"Alli, I'm so sorry. I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn't. Please forgive me, I'm sorry. So sorry..." I stopped there and looked at my sister as she hung limply in the arms of our jailers. I see Yamara stride angrily to her and slap my sister's face. Yamara takes a step back in fear as I struggle against my chains. I know that the bitch won't do anything to Alli now that she has gone deep enough within herself, and her mind to not feel any pain that would have been inflicted onto her body. Yamara never does anything in fear of my anger. We made a pact a long time ago that I wouldn't kill her as long as she didn't hurt Alli for no reason. She keeps to that like a law.
"Take her to their room," she says. That bitch. Ever since I slapped her 47 years ago, she won't let Alli and me be in the same room. Only while and after we are being punished. I don't notice Yamara saunter over until her she ran her hand over my chest.
"Your sister is smart when she does that you know. She saves herself, but makes your life worse."
I growl deep in my throat and spit at her feet. She takes a step back, but doesn't brake her gaze from mine. "Do what you want Yamara, you know it won't do anything. You know you won't break me. And that kills you."
She smiles her evil smile and says, "Use the good whip, and another 50 strokes.. for talking." My eyes widen, and so does her smile.
The whip. The one that every person under her rule fears. One not made out of leather, but of spike wires. I have only had this used on me once before. And it made me an obedient dog for weeks afterward.
The one in charge of the whips pulled his arm back and I braced myself for the pain.
--Slash--
I scream a terrifyingly inhuman scream.
"Again."
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In Keeler, thousands of miles away, Witch woke up screaming a terrifyingly inhuman scream. Blood dripping from 50 slashes on her back.
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Oooh, cliffhanger. Please review. I love reviews. Review please :)