Never forgive and never forget

by ObsidianNightmares

After loosing the only one she loved to the cruelty of the territory queens, she rebels and becomes a terrible threat to those of good and bad stature. but will someone be able to save her from the darkness which she walks?

3. No Regret

3

Serenity stood up. She turned her tear-streaked face toward the moon and smiled. It was not a smile of happiness. The look in her eyes was so feral, no predator would dare approach.

She took a step forward, then another. She leaned down and took the Queens hand in hers and began dragging her to the posts from which her deceased lay. She laid the lady's body against one of the poles then went and did the same with the other two guards.

Then grasping Dyrian's arm, she sat him up and picked him up as best she could. It was not too hard because he was malnourished from the punishment of refusing to serve the queens guests. He was a good man, she thought to herself. He didn't deserve this kind of punishment.

She lay his body down on a patch of grass where she had previously been and crossed his arms over his chest. Tear droplets passed over her cheeks and onto his. I will forever be yours. And forever will I remember what has been done here tonight my love.

Turning to the corpses laying at the whipping posts, she reached above her head and pulled off a small, bulky branch and began walking towards them. On the short walk over, she closed her eyes for a moment and lit the small branch on fire. It soon became the torch that would begin her "change". She glared at the bodies and lit the post to the left on fire. Immediately it caught and flames flew down the wood and caught the queens' hair. A horrid stench filled the air but did not pervade Serenity's senses. She leaned a little over and touched the other post with the branch. Again, the flames spilled down and attached themselves to the guards clothing. Instantly, the fire blazed and the smell was enough to make flowers wilt. She took a step back, as to not catch fire herself and smiled her feral, wicked grin again. With her arms crossed over her chest and her hair blowing across her face, she watched with pleasure as the carcasses burned. This would not do justice to the pain and sorrow she felt though.

"Others will pay for the blood spilled here tonight, on that I stake my soul. Everything has a price."