A/N: Kind of a filler, in this chapter Raven is reading a fairytale she had found in her library that is in relation to the Villain, Mal'Zor. Sorry it took so long to post such a short chapter up.

Chapter 4:

Leather Bound Tales

Once upon a time, a great evil plagued the land of Kal'Thos. This great evil, was in the form of a deceiving and cunning princess. The princess wanted to topple her father, and rule the world with an iron fist. She wanted to rid the world of the week.

She, however, knew it would take a large amount of time, time that she did not have.

One day, she stumbled upon three traveling monks who had been discussing the power of 4 elemental stones; earth, wind, fire, water, and six sub-stones; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

If all stones were to be brought together by a single person, that person would be granted the strength and power of a God. Two of the monks pulled out brightly colored stones, a blue one and a purple one.

With this, she knew, she would be able to achieve her dream.

The girl approached the monks, smiling politely she asked if they wanted to come to the palace for dinner, saying that they looked exhausted and deserved a small break from their trip.

Thanking her for her kindness, the monks agreed and followed her home.

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The girl grabbed her kingdoms sweetest wine from the cupboard, she looked over her shoulder to be sure the men weren't watching before she snuck a vial out from under her robes. Popping off the cap, she poured the contents into the bottle and swirled it slightly.

"I sure hope you enjoy this wine!" She exclaimed in a chipper manner, "Our kingdom is famous for its wine. Its simply...to die for!"

The monks chuckled, "We'll take your word for it!" one of the older ones smiled and sipped his wine. The others followed suit.

"So tell me, more of these stones you were discussing."

"They're dangerous if they fall into the wrong hands. In fact, we were just on our way to destroy the ones that we have." The blue eyed, younger of the group stated.

"But what if a monk such as yourself were to get a hold of all the stones? You could unify the world, could you not?"

"We could, but it is not of our interest. The world is beautiful and peaceful in its own way."

The princess smiled politely, and took a sip of her "wine" (which was really a mixture of water and cranberry dye). "And how did you find those?"

"Oh, well, I find mine traveling along the snowy cliffs of the Serpent Mountains. I saw this blue stone in the distance, and was enchanted by it."

"My father had this purple one. He gave it to me for good luck, it was not until recently that I realized what it was."

"The elemental stones are said to be find at the 4 corners of the world, in their respective elements," the first continued, " the sub-stones, are found at the six ancient wonder of the world. Sounds easy to find them right? Wrong. You must pass all the trials of the God's before you can get them. I figure my stone might have fallen from a traveler."

The two younger monks turned and looked at their paling companion, "you...you don't look well sensei!"

The old man narrowed his eyes, "she's....she's poisoned us!" he hissed sitting up, but soon doubling over and choking.

The two men looked at her, wide eyed. A smirk spread across her previously placid face, "I thank you, kind gentlemen. For that....enlightening information." She placed her glass of colored water on the table and stood, "had I not said it was to die for? I think you are exaggerating it."

All three men had toppled over, struggling to calm their feverish bodies, their pounding hearts. The two stones had fallen not far from them, the princess bent over and scooped them up, "I'll take excellent care of these." She said, nonchalantly, before leaving the dining room.

Several years passed, and the Princess grew into a stunning woman, scarred and torn, yet stunning all the same. She traveled the world in search of the stones, finding all the colored stones and two of the elemental stones. She studied magics, war tactics, and languages. She knew how to work people, how to get them to bend to her will.

She created alliances and tore apart nations, working her dream into a steady pace as she searched for the things that would pull it all together. She traveled under the identity "Mal'Zor", a name that gave children nightmares and caused great warriors to tremble.

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"Oh, give me a break!" I muttered, as I turned the page to find several pages of the story had been torn out of the book, leaving only the last page. "'And the world never knew such a threat so great, and many cursed the Gods for making such a terrible being immortal, forever cursed to travel between universes in search of the stones.' Well that's rather stupid, I mean, if the stones turn you into a powerful God, why are the Gods giving her another chance at becoming a powerful God?" Slamming the book shut I groaned and threw it carelessly over my shoulder, "This is just too much. I need to figure something out." I scanned through my books, "so, all I have to do is destroy the stones. Maybe I can just destroy Star's, and they'll stop searching. But how do you destroy a magical stone?"

A thought occurred to me, but I brushed it off. "One does not simply toss a stone into mount Mordor."