Deep below the boundaries of the light, hidden within a crevice beneath the sea, in a cave filled with no light, just absolute darkness. It was here she lived, alone and bitter, craving for revenge, waiting for the right moment on which to sink her poison claws into.

Nothing is safe from her, as nothing is safe from the poison weapons she holds. Not weapons of spears and swords but of words and magic, the kind of weapons of which there is no defense, the type of poison in which there exists no antidote.

Eels and other creatures of the deep circled her feet as she sat upon her new throne. Fajera smiled down upon her new kingdom, a kingdom of ruin which she now controlled.

They thought they could run from her, they thought they could hide. But even in the forever reaches of the ocean, there was no place to run. She was everywhere and everything. Light can only travel so far before darkness takes over.

Her crimson lips moved slightly as she murmured a few words to herself before rising from her throne. Scarlet hair flowed behind her in the water, and her deep purple eyes glowed with an inner fire. With a powerful thrust of her tail she sailed through the water and away from her cave, to survey her kingdom.

They were still emerging from their homes, now destroyed, nothing left but pieces of coral and seaweed. With horror upon their faces they looked at her now, and cringed where they stood. She had all the power now.

No one could stop her. No one.