Thank all of you lovely people for reviewing, I really appreciate it :). I had this chapter written a while ago, I was just lazy to edit it. So... yeah. The reviews helped a lot, I mean, I finished this chapter hours after I read them XD.

Knight Of Hades: Thank you! I'm definitely going to show Lord Vile off, he's just too good not to. I think that Oria already has heard stories about Vile and the other generals, so she has a general idea of how violent they can be, but she's in for a shock later.

Chocolate Minion: XD I'll send the message along then :D

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LionsandTrolls: The reference was Princess Bride, I just... I dunno... put that in XD. I wonder if you read this version or a different one (I've actually tried to tell this story three times and I kept scrapping it.). Anyways, I'm glad you enjoy it so far :D

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Chapter 5:

"I must apologize!" Serpine said, running a hand over his face, his cheeks flushed red, "I cannot believe I was so forward with her last night."

Kane observed him from the corner of the room, acting the role of a supportive servant. But his blood was boiling with rage. He had heard news from Serpine that Lord Vile had ordered Oria to kill a man and she had done so. He had felt sorry for the tyrant's daughter until he had discovered whom it was that she killed.

His uncle had been in prison for almost a year after he had attempted to kill Mevolent with a group of mages. And after Kane had heard of Oria's murder, he had seen his poor uncle's corpse dragged out and thrown into the moat.

Kane looked as Serpine scowled at him and said in a humble voice, "I'm sorry master, my mind was wondering." He bowed his head and looked at the floor, waiting for Serpine to strike him.

"I said," Serpine snarled, his emerald eyes glinting dangerously, "I want you to tell Vile that with my authority, Oria is to be excused from all her classes today. Including his 'training' session." He spat and Kane calmly bowed and hustled off to find the necromancer.

X

Oria's eyes were still red from the previous night when she woke up, but for once in her life, she wasn't concerned with her looks. She had killed someone. Murder had never seemed to be difficult in her family, her father killed as easily as he breathed. But for her, it was like a piece of her was lost. Like she had changed entirely.

When she thought of joining the war, she relished the thought of killing the enemies of Mevolent. The heathens that refused to worship the Faceless Ones. But killing wasn't easy, and it wasn't fun.

Am I really that weak? She asked herself, as she halfheartedly got dressed, That I can't kill my own enemy?

She pondered this as she walked like an empty shell down the halls towards her history lesson. Her eyes stared at nothing and a shocked expression was laid across her face.

She walked into the room and noted that the teacher hadn't arrived yet. He was never late. She looked around before she heard someone clear their throat.

Her head whipped around and she sighed with relief as she saw it was Kane. He was standing stiffly, a cold look in his eyes.

She frowned with confusion, "What-?"

"Miss Crimson." Kane said, looking straight ahead and avoiding her eyes, "You have been excused from all of your daily activities except your lesson with Lord Vile, who insists to meet with you today. General Serpine wishes to meet you in the East Garden at your convenience."

Oria nodded slowly and Kane turned to leave, but she said in a soft voice,

"Kane," He froze as she used his first name, "I told you to call me Oria." She said, her voice hurt by his cold demeanor.

Kane turned and smiled stiffly at her, "I think it best to remember our places Miss Crimson." He said politely and bowed before turning and exiting the room, leaving Oria alone and miserable.

X

As Oria walked to the eastern garden with a sense of dread, she felt her pulse quicken. Sweat dampened her cheeks as she heard ghosts of the man's screams in her ears. She caught sight of Serpine inspecting a nude statue and she frowned to herself. He seemed to be inspecting the carved woman a little too closely.

She shook her head with disgust and forced herself to keep moving forward. He heard her footsteps as she approached and spun, his pale cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"Miss Crimson- I-" He cleared his throat and glanced around, "Er- thank you for coming."

Oria nodded, trying but failing to smile, "What would you like?" She asked, trying to sound polite.

'I just-" He stopped and sighed, composing himself, "I would like to apologize for my inappropriate behavior last night. It was uncalled for and must have made you feel upset. For that I deeply apologize."

Oria frowned, "Yes, it was rather forward…" She muttered crabbily.

He nodded humbly, "I would ask for your forgiveness. I can assure you that such an instance won't happen again."

Oria nodded and said in an emotionless voice, "I forgive you General. Now, I must go find Lord Vile. I still have his lesson."

Serpine frowned, "I ordered Vile to cancel all of your lessons including his."

Oria shrugged aloofly, "I was told that he insisted that our lesson remain on schedule."

Serpine scowled and looked down, "I can't believe he won't let you have one free day. He's a tyrant. He isn't even that good of a general. All he wants to do is kill without reason"

Oria smiled icily, "Oh, but I'm learning so much from him. And he's an amazing teacher."

Serpine regarded her with cold eyes, a look of mild concern shone deep within, "I heard He made you kill a prisoner yesterday."

Oria looked at him, her expression unchanged, the frosty smile growing colder. She drove the screams of the man away from her mind.

"Oria," Serpine said, his voice growing more worried, "How are you coping? It's not easy for someone like you-"

Fury glinted in Oria's eyes dangerously and she said in a cool, but deadly voice, "In the end you think he made me kill? I am the daughter of Mevolent and I am not weak." She hissed, spinning on her heel and marching away, leaving Serpine standing there, shocked. Vile had made her kill. They both knew it. But by taking the blame, Oria was doing something she rarely did. She was being responsible.

Oria felt strange as she approached the arena. Something inside her started to boil; she felt as if another being was sleeping within her, and it was slowly awakening every time she got angry.

She shoved the doors to the arena open and strode in angrily, scowling as her eyes found Lord Vile. He was standing there, his back turned to her as he inspected a letter.

His previous words echoed in her ears, Never turn your back on the enemy.

As silently as she could, she drew her sword and lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. Her sword pointed above his breastplate as she stood with one foot on top of him.

He tilted his head at her before shadows threw her backwards across the arena. Oria smashed into a target and grunted with pain as she fell to the ground. She looked up at Vile, glaring and panting heavily as he walked towards her.

His shadows began to form words as he stood above her and she scowled, "I heard you talk last night. Why are you still using the shadows?"

He ignored her and silently continued to form the words, Last night made you stronger.

Oria's scowl deepened as she read the shadowy words, "I was always strong." She hissed angrily, struggling to get to her feet.

You were vain. You were self-centered. You were whiney. And that was pathetic. You may hate me, but I've saved you.

Oria looked at the words with shock, "No," She said angrily, her voice rising, "You didn't save me! I was fine before you turned me into a murderer!"

I didn't make you kill. You were just afraid of pain. So afraid, that you'd take someone's life to escape it.

Oria looked at him, her mouth agape. His words had hit her harder then she thought they would have.

"I-I didn't mean to." She whispered, looking down, her eyes brimming with tears.

Yes you did. You knew what you were doing. The shadows said accusingly, Grow up.

She scowled; her eyes were rimmed red as tears fell freely down her cheeks.

"How do you do it then?" She spat her voice cracking as she stifled sobs.

He walked past her, ignoring her question completely.

She walked behind him, wiping her off her wet cheeks. She hated him. She hated him completely. She didn't know why she had defended him earlier, but she completely regretted doing so. He was a cruel, horrible man.

Who else thinks Oria's a total Mary Sue? Anyone who's sick of her attitude, don't worry. I've got plans for that. Evil plans :)