Prologue
426 Words
Darkness looms over their world, rearing its ugly face.
Chaos, everywhere.
The smell of burning trees and homes fills the air.
Once a source of beauty, now a gut-twisting sight to behold.
Flowers and grasses lie dead, burned or trampled upon,
The smell of blood cannot be missed amidst the chaos.
Bodies lie scattered, some still bleeding, most blackened or ashen in complexion.
Everyone runs—the Magi, wolves, hybrids, and many creatures. But there is no escape.
Her bare feet pads the once beautiful grassland as she weaves around the bodies and blood. But her gown isn't spared as it carried the blood and death along with her.
Her beautiful red hair, streaked with silver at the side, runs down her back, and the runes that cover her arms glow with the same color they used to. Only now, it is icier, illuminating the evil within.
Her face betrays no emotion, but her milky eyes release volumes of fear into anyone who dares look. The deadness in them makes even the most powerful creatures cower and retreat. None can challenge her. The power running through her veins belittles theirs by far.
The ones behind her follow with the same intent of evil, ready to obey her every command.
She stops. They stop.
A tense silence lingers before she raises her hand. The signal is given.
Her minions howl with joy—joy to destroy. And they are released. They ravage, killing and torturing all in sight.
Her eyes catch a figure hiding in the shadows. There is no recognition, no remorse as she raises her hand again. The figure collapses to the ground in unimaginable pain, their body wracked with convulsions as a glow of light emerges from their form. The light moves toward her, filling her, while their skin turns ashen, drained of life and power.
There is no trace of the girl she once was. A different person now stands in her place.
Her new kingdom rises, built on the fear of those who bow before her and the blood of those who refuse to.
Mercy does not exist in this new world. Soon, her tentacles of doom will spread beyond the hemisphere, and no one, no creature, will be spared.
She will sit at the seat of power, under no one's control. They will all cower before her, and she will bask in their fear—knowing she is the cause of it.
Kingdoms will fall for hers to rise, and she will stand, watching, destroying…
At the center of it all.
- Writer
