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"Introducing, Lady Yudcavíly Pagoniá, Princess of Islandía, and ruling heir of the Pagoniá bloodline." I eye the announcer standing just in the door of the ballroom, a large opal encrusted staff gripped in his blue, frost coated hands. He turns his bald head to the side, large, pasty, sky blue eyes grazing the air about my body, but not daring to look directly at me. He knows what would happen if he did. I glare at him as his gaze fix's on the door frame beside me, and wonder if he found himself clever. How dare he mock me! I glare at him for a moment more before turning my attention back to the ballroom. My ballroom- Made of sheer ice, the whole room gleamed with the sun's last rays of light, which made the designs and patterns in the walls stand out prominently. It's all very beautiful, and as I step forward onto the balcony, I can't help but loath it. I have the horrendous urge to destroy it all. To smash my fist into the intricate patterns of wildlife captured in the ices surface. To shatter every last one of the people residing in this s**t hole of a kingdom. Hate is said to be a strong word, a strong and potent emotion, but it's the only thing I feel anymore. They killed my family. They killed my people. And yet they have the audacity to have a party to celebrate their victory. To threaten me into joining their sick celebration. I will kill them all, every last one. My anger that suffocates me so, is suddenly interrupted by her scent . I scan the room in search for her, and I see so many familiar faces, and so much traitorous blood. But before I have a chance to get to riled up, I spot her in the very back of the room. Princess Ivanka Pagoniá, my four year old child. And there she sits on her lap, the one I hate the most... Lady Heidi Pagoniá, my youngest sister, hand in hand with Vuvikion Ice, my husband. The father of my child and the women that came out the same womb as me, publicly displaying their betrayal while holding my daughter as if she were theirs! I stride towards them, my long legs and sharp talons claiming the floor I walk upon. Stopping in front of them, I stand to my full height, which is a staggering 32' 7". Heidi try's to look prideful while looking up, to no avail, and decides to glare at my bellybutton instead. "Sister-" "You do not deserve to use that title!" My voice booms through out the room, making even my ex husband flinch. "I can do whatever I want sister, so you better watch-" My hand encircles her neck quicker than she can process, and I slam her into the back of the throne. "You were like my child, when mother grew ill, and I had just had Idkua, you were no more than an infant! I breast fed both you and are sister Vidka, y'all were mine to take care of and raise, and even when mother finally passed on I did not falter! I raised you three together, and father was their to help when necessary." "I even divided the kingdom evenly so we could rule together. What do I get in return? You killed father, and set are kingdom into chaos! You killed more than half of are people, only keeping the ones loyal to you alive, which wasn't much. And when my Idkua tried to defend are people-" Heidi scuffs in the middle of my speech and looks away. "I set a pack of wild inferno bears on her. Yeah, so what?" "You killed my child! Your niece! She was one of the finest female warriors in the kingdom, she wasn't going to take your crown! She wanted to be a warrior, to be Vidka's general one day, such honor she had." I look down at her, my anger seeming to flow through my veins, and then turn my gaze to the man beside her. "And you, sitting their all high and mighty, as if you have the world. Maybe​ at one point you did, considering I gave it to you. But you are no better than the trash I hold in my hands now." "I gave you everything, you small-dicked dwarf, I gave you my virginity, my kingdom, children, even now, I have for you the one thing you have always wanted." He scuffs but eyes me anyways, and I smile cruelly. "You thought I wasn't going to give anymore children, that you wouldn't get a male heir, so you thought, let me go f**k someone else!" I turn my face back to my sister, my eyes locked on his darkening ones, and whispered, "So do you know what he did?" "Yudcavíly, don't..." "Don't what? Tell her the truth, tell her that she started a war over nothing, over lies?" His cold, inky blue eyes flash with hatred, hatred that till now, I didn't want to except. All the years, hundreds upon hundreds of years, that I shared my bed, my heart, my kingdom with this man, never have I seen him with such clarity. Never could I despise him more. "I will tell you, from blood to blood, I'll speak truth-" "I don't want to hear anything from the likes of you-" "I will tell you what has accrued here-" She bucks against my hand, my child jolting awake in her lap, and hisses, "shut your mouth, you fiend!" "He cornered her, Heidi, in the garden of my domain..." "She lies Heidi, do not listen!" "He gagged and tied her in the night that I was across sea's-" "Shut your mouth you wench!" Flying up out of the ice throne, Vuvikion grabs for my throat, but instead catches the back of my hand to his face. Flung back into his seat as if he were a rag doll, he stays were he is, shell shocked. "He r***d her Heidi!" That had them both freezing up, and gasps could be heard from the people about the room. My sister's eyes meet mine, big turquoise orbs searching mine even as her her lip curls back. "He r***d Vidka, repeatedly, until he found out she can't have children, so he then proceeded to kill her! He murdered our sister and blamed it on me!" "I rushed across oceans, only able to see if our sister was alive and well through my looking glass, but the night I made it here, is the night he spilt her blood." "He...?" "Yes, it was him." Heidi sat still, eyes wide. If there was one person in our family I knew she truly loved, it was Vidka. They had always been close, close enough for Heidi to go to war for her. Close enough to gleefully bath in her own family blood in what she thought was vengeance... She stared at me for a moment, looking pearlized, before her face closed off once more. "You lie to me sister, I don't appreciate it." I start. She doesn't believe me? She believes that fool over her own sister? "Truly, you would trust the word of this man before I?" "We have been nothing but honest with one another, something you and I have never had." I huff in indignation, and curl back my lip from my teeth as I let my anger get the better of me. "Oh is that so? Well, then my lovely husband wouldn't mind hearing some choice information about you would he?" "What do you-" "Did you know Vuvikion, that you wonderful little mistress here, is sterile?" "Yudca! How-how dare you!" "And did you know that I'm pregnant with your son?" There is silence once more, and then glorious noise. Her enraged scream was deafening but expected, and it's enough to distract me for just a moment. Just long enough for something to pass me by. I expected her anger, her rage at me undermining her again. I didn't expect this however. The knife, so cleverly hidden with in the blanket my child is swaddled in, that is now logged in my stomach shatters my world. All I remember after that was her laughter, something I once loved and compared to bells, clashes about the hollowness of my consciousness like church bells. Jarring and unforgettable. ~°~ One could say she out smarted me. One could even say she defeated me. One could also say that she killed my child before it could be born and shattered any little bit of sanity I had. The last one seems to be the best description. Now it's been months, and I have given up for the most part, what is the point anyways? She killed my family, killed my children, killed my people, what else is there to fight for? I thought that I could at least save my last living child, but... ..."Don't do it Heidi, you have killed two already, you would take my last one?" "Tell me where it is and you can have her. If not..." "You know I can't tell you that, I am bound by our blood-" "Don't give me that bullshit! You can tell your heir, so tell her!" I strain against the chains towards her as she holds my child close, though not close enough to touch. "Oh, my baby..." I coo to Ivanka as I grasp at my chains. Inferno iron, an illegal material made by our enemy's to restrain our people. It slowly eats away my hands and wrist, the cloudy surface of my body loosing the battle against the superior heat. "A location Yudca, just a location..." "I can't-" "FINE! You have brought this-" "No!" I yank and buck against my restraints even as the heat devours my bones. "-on yourself!" With a cry and sicking crunch, my child, my four year old child, was pinned to the cell wall by a dagger through her skull. The sound it made as it went through her head, would haunt me forever... Clank! I jolt at the noise, but don't look up, preferring instead to watch as two sets of feet appear before me. "The queen request your presence." I look up at them due to the use of words, and hiss as they shuffle towards me. "Stay back!" The one with black eyes chuckles, a smile passing over his thin lips. "Even after loosing it all, you still fight. You may 'ave been a royal, but now you are a disappointment." "And you may have once been honorable, but now you are a coward!" He hisses, flashes small, chipped fang's, then grabs for my chains. With large, hefty, heat resistant gloves, he unlocks the chains and grabs for me. I don't resist, and let them drag me out of my cell and up the stairs. Within a moment, we make it to the dreaded throne room, and I want to bolt. She sits at the edge of the throne, and smirks like a evil little child that got candy money for killing her bunny. I look away from her smirk, bile rising up the back of my throat, and instead watch the henchmen leave. "It's been awhile hasn't it? Since you and I have had some one on one time, that is..." I glare at the door, and clench my fist in my lap. "Are you thinking of leaving? Cowardly urges getting the better of you?" I snap my head towards her, teeth flashing, and allow a growl to rubble from my chest. "You grow arrogant sister, aren't you concerned with what I might do?" "Why should I be, you have always been weak." "Lenient and weak are two different things, you should learn the difference." "Do not talk down to me, I have the throne now!" "Oh, I see what this was about," I say and stand up slowly, "you're pathetic." "This was revenge for my sister not you or the throne-" "Murdering half of our kingdom, my children, and our father was revenge for our sister? I think not! You just wanted the throne!" I now stand in front of her, towering over her small form. Though for one of are kind, she is considered to be quite tall, I am by far the tallest in the kingdom, and in the history of our people. She stairs up at me and whispers,"I hate you." "I wouldn't have the faintest idea why, you ungrateful brat-" "Excuse me? Who the f**k do you think you are talking to!?" "I thought I was talking to the child who I breast feed for two years, the one I bandaged up when she was injured, the one I raised! But it would seem she is no longer here, now is she? All I see is a selfish, hypocritical, two-faced, conniving b***h!" With that I stab her in the shoulder with the bone I had been sharping in secret for weeks. She lets out a screech of pain, her frost coated wings fling themselves out of the slits over her shoulder blades. "I gave everything to y'all, to my people, to my children, to my sister's, there is nothing left," I murmmer as I twist the bone further in, "I have given so much, th-that there is nothing left in this hollow shell." I capture her face in my free hand and swipe away a leaking tear, "and maybe​ at one point in time, I could have forgiven you, that women before could have looked passed it..." I tilt her face up, and look into her eyes, my own searching for the one I used to know. "...but now, my children are dead, my husband is dead-" Her eyes widen, "he's what-" "And now, your dead to me too." I yank out the bone and watch her crumple down into the tainted throne. Her teeth clash together noisily as she chocks back a cry of pain, her hand climbing up to the gapping hole in her surface. She hurly clamps down on hole, a look of fear now marring her features. Our people, like other species, were made by the gods. But unlike most species, we run on water instead of blood, since are entire body's are made up of it. Our outer body, from the skin to the hair, is a frozen case, holding in millions of gallons of water, and if we lose more than half of that liquid, we could die. My sister has always had a fear of leaking out, as we call it, and avoids anything that cold puncture her. That includes training. Even so, she still flings out of her chair, a cry escaping her as she swipes her long claws at me. I step back and grab her wrist, yank her forward, and smash my skull against hers. She sways a bit before slumping forward, her hand missing me by an inch, and hangs from my hand. I sigh and set her down before looking around, search for what I knew to be the only other exit in the room. Up in the corner of room is one panel in the ceiling, and I unfold my own wings to reach it. The latch was covered in frost, as was the rest of the ceiling, but I unlock and swing it open. Once I could get my big ass through that small space, I spread my wing and took off. And as I fly away, cold tears streaming down my face, only one thought crosses my mind. Where did I go wrong?