Blood filled the air. The sun was rising. Nothing not even the fresh scent of dew covered grass penetrated the sour taste of blood. It hung in the air almost as a reminder of what happened the night before. The sun rose a crimson red. Kraaken, his narrow red eyes watched the horizon glow with the color of blood. His smile widened, as he looked over the corpses upon the ground.
He walked to one of the dead goblins bodies and stared at its lifeless eyes. The glazed eyes reflected him. He saw himself . He saw what he had become. A pawn, no eheh he knew he was a greater image in all of the queen's final intention's. All those who oppose the queen must die. All of them. The queen, his savior. She did not see him nor his race as foul beings that desecrated the earth. No she loved them for what they were. She would use them to their full extent. She was the only one in this world that realized these creatures had souls as well. But her intentions on killing the human race baffled him. They confused him to no end. Though what did it matter.
As long as he could be by her side and serve her. As long as she would let him gaze upon her magnificence. He would do anything she said. Anything at all. He admired her, he was loyal to her, He was her faithful servant in the many years to come. It was almost as if he loved her. He laughed. What a ludicrous thought. But it could be true. He had never felt so attached. So loyal to anyone. Before it was a bout of survival. A fight for life. It was a victory that every day he made it alive. No one in the world cared for him. Not even his own race. The other Lizfos thought because he was different, because he was not the same. Because he was born differently than the others, That he would bring a powerful curse upon them. So they came to a conclusion,to ban him. and now they are under his command. He was the one who controlled their lives.
Because of this he trusted no one. Because of this he had killed everything and everyone in his path. He hated the world. But know, there was someone there. Someone who cared if he was hurt or wounded. Someone who would look for him if he was missing. Now there was only one person for him. And that was Claire.
Kraaken's head turned and he glanced to his left. Yant'a was hailing him. Kraaken stood up from his crouch and slowly approached his comrade. "What issss it Yant'a?" "look," Yant'a pointed out over the fields horizon. Down below He could see a vast army. All of the undead created and powered by the queen. A small smirk spread across his face. They were finally going to end it. This nuisance of a resistance. NO one could surpass the power of the queen. No one.
Kraaken turned his head back to the oncoming horde. The bells of the village have sounded. It was time for him and the others to move out. Yant'a, Kraaken's right hand man. The only one skilled enough to spar and survive against him. He still didn't trust him. Yant'a held his axe firmly. He would not let it go. His green snake like scales drifted down his body and disappeared underneath his leather pants. His eyes were of silver and they narrowed when he saw the horde.
His tail, four single spikes curved up wards from it at the tip. He grunted and hurried towards their destination. He passed A'sha who seemed to glitter in the dark sunlight. Her pale white eyes Piercing through Kraaken as they quickly glanced at each other. Her slender body moved forward after Yant'a's. The sun reflected off her scales and shone even brighter as it hit the leek slender fold on her neck. she patted her dagger as she moved to make sure it was still there. It was a medium sized blade with a ruby red handle. Kraaken watched her body move. It was as if she were a snake itself. She seemed to glisten with every step she took. Her belt held up a pair of cotton wool shorts that had tattered at the bottom. He laughed as he thought about what the queen had decreed. that they place upon themselves some type of cloth For it was only that reason they wore these tattered rags and cloth that covered their bodies. B'okiu the lizard scout, one of the most famed Lizfos spies. He could seek and find any information he wanted. His silky scaley body formed with the ground changing colors as he went. If he stopped still he would look like part of the ground. Kraaken praised this ability to no end. It was fascinating to watch this creature slither and crawl steadily across the land. His head seemed to flatten against the ground. Kraaken new only those with skilled hunting experience would be able to see this serpent. He knew that he made a good choice when he picked him.
Kraaken looked onward towards the field they still had to cross. It was mid-day now and they still had to make to the gorons layer by night. That was on the top of death mountain. A three days walk from here by foot. If they had horses it would be only one. Though if they rode on those beasts it would give away there position to the group they were chasing. They needed to be quick and sufficient if this was to be a successful mission. The Queen, he must succeed for the queen. He had to please her. He began towards the others keeping a steady pace with B'okiu. On more look at the fated humans was all he would give to them before setting of to kill the last remnant group that tried to save their pathetic existence. The fate of all humans rested with them, whether or not they could succeed or fail. He reconsidered for a moment, could that one group bring about the end of Claire's reign. No, not while he was there. Not while he still stood in they way. Nothing will ever penetrate that line. Nothing.
Lost in the darkness, so far away from the light. Where was he, he didn't know. Where was his body. It wasn't there. Nothing just his mind. Was he dead, was he still alive, and if so how. He didn't know, all he knew was that he was there. In this bitter never ending darkness. A gaping hole of nothingness. He was trapped in a tormented place plagued only by his thoughts and his feelings. Thrown to the dark recess of an endless nothing. How could it be possible to live in this place. He came to a conclusion, he no longer existed and yet he did exist. But why only leave his thoughts why only leave that which is the reason for everyone's individuality? He began to think. For that's all he could do. His thoughts his mind, he was only existing through sheer luck. The only thing that kept him here, but what if this was what it was like to die?What if this was what death was. An never endless torture of thinking to oneself. To be forced to realize what you did was wrong. To become an existing being once again. Why would he want that, why would he want to become an existing being with a body with the right to move again. Everyone had one death and wasn't that supposed to it. Wasn't that supposed to the way the end. And if not how could he still exist in a timeless space of darkness unless this darkness was not what it seemed. Could it be another realm? Why would the goddess' make such a horrific and feared place. Everyone should have one chance at life, but if that one life vanished what did then happen. He didn't know, all he could do was make speculation, make an assumption of what had happened to him. This would be his life his "punishment" for living. That was his final conclusion. But if he did live again, he would defy all being in itself, he would destroy everything. He would kill the goddess'.