Beasts Of Blackcastle

Chapter One

Chapter One : In The Great Scheme Of Things, All eyes look evil and all agendas will not be clear at first light

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With the plethora of inexplicable consequences, the princess realised that no matter what reality she exists in, no matter what time she exists in, she always finds herself entangled in a spinning ball of mass chaos. A chaotic period had begun, someone else was manipulating time and in the grand scheme of things; her ultimate destiny remained unchanged. The one who had said will find her was still chasing her and did not relent. No matter how hard or how far she ran, she was never going to escape her destiny and that was in the grasp of darkness. He was present in every reality with her, appearing in different forms which all had one thing in common; sinister eyes and a brilliant talent to bring terror.

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Elysium time; the future

A young woman found herself before a great judgement and she had never been as flabbergasted as she was now. The ones who sought to determine her fate were very much strangers to her and that was not even the worst part; she was a stranger to herself. The woman had looked into the mirror as she was ruthlessly yanked from her dilapidated bed and she did not recognise her own reflection. The fairest skin was on her and such flawless flesh was not the one she was born in. Her eyes were the strangest colour and no one she knew had eyes in such a colour. Her blonde hair was now a million shades darker and flowed down to her butt in long, luscious, black waves. It was so dark that it highlighted her paleness even more.

"What is it about what I'm saying don't you understand, princess? Must we show you the body? Should we impale his majesty on a stick and show him for all to see your work?" A very furious older man was addressing her yet again. He did not look like anything she had ever seen before and it was odd that she was thinking he was not from her world. Had she been abducted by aliens? What was this foreign lingo they were speaking and how come she could understand what they were saying?

The young woman chose to remain quiet, remembering what she had suffered the last time she dared to open her mouth and tell them that they are mistaking her for someone else. That was nothing but the truth. How had she slept in her bed and woken up here; in a court of the scariest looking men being accused of treason? Nothing they were saying was making sense. They spoke of a king and accused her of killing the king. What was even harder to understand was the fact that the supposed king she killed was her father.

Every single one of them kept calling her by a title that she did not deserve. They said that she was a princess but treated her as though they were her barbaric captors and she was nothing but a prisoner they resented. This was not going to end well. Especially since she had long let go of the hope that this was nothing but a horrible nightmare.

The young woman bit her tongue as she waited for the leader of the court to utter her punishment. Without a doubt, she knew that it was not going to be a light one, High Law Ian has never been lenient on her, since she had the misfortune of meeting him. She had seen many emotions alight in his olive green eyes and mercy has never been one of them.

The unnamed woman held in her sobs and suppressed her tears, putting on a brave, almost unfazed face in front of her biggest haters and enemies. her knees were beginning to ache from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long and the longer she was in the presence of these wicked warlocks, the more she risked losing her temper and doing something I will live to regret.

She kept her stare downcast as hushed whispers flowed around her, laughter included at the possibility of her excruciatingly painful death. And supposedly these were the subjects who she once ruled.

High Law Ian continued to sear her with his eyes, she could feel them slicing into her and she knew that he was staring at her like she was the filthiest, most worthless piece of trash to ever exist. The bable grew louder as the High Law delayed announcing her punishment to the eager ears of the people who have made it their life mission to make her existence as miserable as possible for as short as it was going to be.

"Silence!" The mighty High Law roared, asserting his dominance in the pack with just that one word. The room immediately went dead silent at his command and she knew after he exhaled deeply that he was about to address her.

"Why did you do it?" The question came to her abrasively, his tone so stern and punitive, that she felt her stomach clench and not from hunger pangs.

"I am innocent, High Law." The woman uttered weakly, her wavering voice barely audible. Again, how could she speak in a language she had never learned or heard before until a few days ago?

She was terrified of High Law Ian and the ruthlessness his eyes promised her, but she was more weakened by her wounds than her fears of barbarous punishment. She had already been thrashed till she bled, the beasts they kept as pets had already dragged her across training field after training field and left her garments in tatters, and she was starved and dehydrated. her throat was parched, her bruised body was throbbing in pain and her chapped lips were bleeding.

She was the slave of this life because of the curse. It never made any sense to her but she was hated by everyone and she was born into this ill- treatment and abuse and insanity. She did not even know why everyone hated her so much, but a couple of times her handlers have suggested that she was serving this life long punishment because of what her parents did before she was even born.

She had faced the High Law and the elders on multiple occasions throughout the days which felt like a century for other minor offenses that she say would not even qualify as "offenses", like resisting authority and trying to escape her cell, but she was still utterly shocked that on top of all that she was being accused of, there was such an atrocity as murdering a king in cold blood and leaving his body dumped on the ground as though he was nothing but a worthless piece of trash.

Any and all of the "evidence" they had on her was fabricated and she knew that she was being framed and she did not know how anyone could hate someone who has never done anything wrong to them to such an extent. The person who had done this to her was the cruelest there is out there.

"Liar!" High Law Ian slammed his fist on the armrest of his seat and released a chain of thunderous, feral growls which had her shivering. "There are multiple witnesses, and they all say they saw you impale him with the sword and cut him from throat to stomach. You nearly sliced him in half, do you know what you've done?! Why did you do it. Why would you kill your own father, Venia?! Why would you take away our king?!"

Tears rolled down her eyes as she grew more and more frustrated. She could not stand to be accused of something she did not do anymore, she lost her temper and raised her voice at him.

"I did not do it!! They are all lying! I am not who you think I am, I do not even know who princess Venia is, I had never heard that name before in my whole life until I got here…and… and I don't know how I got here, I don't belong here, I'm not from this world, I don't know whose body this is, but it is not mine. I have never hurt anyone in my entire life and I don't even know who is this king that you are talking about. I didn't do it, I didn't kill your f*****g king- " The woman was silenced by a brutal slap which left her cheek throbbing in pain and her ears ringing.

The force of the blow was so powerful, as her face was swiped to the left, her tongue got caught between her teeth and she tasted her blood. It was strangely sweet and fragrant, unbeknownst to her, not visible as well.

"You have some audacity!" High Law Ian snarled, his brusque speech matching his seething rage.

She whimpered and winced in pain as he grabbed a handful of her hair and threatened to rip it out of her scalp. He forced her head up to ensure she was looking him dead in the eyes as he trounced her with his venomous, mordant words. "How dare you deny everything?! You think us to be fools? Are you insane? Do you hear the things you are saying? You are not even remorseful! When I am done with you, you are going to wish you were never born."