In Erabithia
3rd person POV
The queen was displeased with the failure of the kingdom's Elite. Why wouldn't she be, her enemy is still out there safe and sound and probably plotting her demise.
The warriors tremble as she paces back and forth through the throne room eyes blazing red and nose flaring with anger. She is dead trapped in mortality and the only being that could help that was her step son's heir, and Mythia has never been one to think beyond herself.
Suddenly the room halts as the heard warrior waltzes in, his body oozing of confidence and his aura as dark as night.
"YOU LET HER ESCAPE!! YOU MISERABLE GOOD FOR NOTHING SON OF A FILTHY LEACH!!"
He falls on his knees, bowing his head in submission.
"They had us distracted, your majesty" he adds as an afterthought.
"Of what good were the terapiens with you!!?"
"My queen w_"
"It is of no use" spoke the king as he ascended down the spiral staircase embellished in black marble.
"Leave us now!" bellows Mythia
When the guards have all left, she goes on around, encircling Lord Anderknox as if he were prey.
"It is of no use!?" she mocks him.
"She cannot do you any harm" Mythia scoffs at this.
" for what the prophecy says she might as well be the chosen one!"
"She still cannot do you harm," the king says monotonously.
"She can! OF COURSE, SHE CAN!!, is it not your son who helped her escape and on top of it all as an heir to Erabithia my possession spells hold no effect on him! I'll have to stick with you now!"
'why do I always surround myself with useless people' She thinks to herself
She turns her back on him gazing upon the light gaze of Erabithia, an orb about the size of a football that holds immense power only the child of the dark one and a goddess can acquire without attaining harm. SHE SO WANTS THAT POWER and just the prospect of having it sets her spirits on high bars.
"My queen, what do you desire of thy loyal servant, "the king asks to which she gives a sharp 180°turn.
"Sakurak peptite"
"Is it of thy servant?"
"No, not yet, it is of my dear daughter-in-law"
Mythia, without further wasting time, summons Eleazar, the heard warrior, and his team. They cautiously take presence in front of her and lower their heads in submission.
"Yes my Queen" it is Eleazar who speaks up.
"Bring me my daughter in-law's head" she declares viciously glaring at the light gaze orb she hasn't been able to attain.
"Princess Sapphire?" gasped a guard.
"Is there another one Eliot" the Queen questions sarcastically.
"But my Queen she is the daughter of a goddess that too the goddess of war Hilda, if we kill her war, would fall on Erabithia"
The guard speaks up again in disbelief of what the Queen has asked of them to do. He has no problem when they are sent to kidnap them but the murder of such a deity was above him. Who in all the land doesn't know that Queen Hilda is not a normal being, born to deities she fell in love with a mortal man and sacrificed her place in the celestial plains just so she could be with him, Lord Armougard.
"Then I'm no different from her mother" countered Mythia.
"But she is born of a goddess and is a deity too, killing a goddess is of the highest sin... it would bring a curse upon us"
"You dare to defy my orders!"
The guard bows his head in submission.
"No my queen, it is that she is a princess to this kingdom and has done great to it.
"Worthless piece-"what happened next was all within a millisecond. She drew the sword from Eleazar's quilt and beheaded the man his blood staining her platinum dress and pale white face."-shit... anyone else has something to share"
"No our Queen" came the simultaneous replies.
"Excellent!" she replies with glee "now go get me that head"
The warriors quickly scurry away.
'Now we will see who is more powerful, the goddess daughter-in-law or the Queen mother-in-law'
These were Mythia's last thoughts as she rejoiced at the prospect of her enemy's head in his hands.
As all this happened no one saw the old lady servant by the corner of the room who cried silent tears at the wrongdoing that has happened to her late Queen's child, the child she promised to help grow into a man. Celia felt ashamed for incapability. Coming from a long line of royal nannies who are sworn to serve and protect the descendants of the throne, she was never meant to take on this role, but her elder sister suddenly died and she, an uneducated fool was made to take her place in taking care of the heir of the kingdom.
The shame and helplessness that was rattling through her bones wouldn't help the fear that she felt for the future. With no power and no wealth, there was little she could think of doing for her little prince. And now knowing her little prince's lifeline was about to be killed, her little mortal bones couldn't take it. Celia wasn't born to serve, and so she didn't have the attributes she needed, she couldn't fight and didn't have any magic or element to use for defence let alone offence.
Tears filled the hearts of the broken in both kingdoms, and their wails promised them that somewhere out there someone was listening and would eventually grant them their heart's desires.