Drip.
Drip.
Drip...
It was the only sound which I could hear, the only sound which echoed through my brain, it was everywhere yet nowhere.
That was until the sound of a blade being dragged across the floor surfaced, it's screech so loud it made me want to rip off my ears. And then the sound of blade cutting through flesh, and a dull thud. Silence. Before it started again.....
Drip.
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Drip.
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Drip.
Red, red, red, RED, RED, RED...
No, not red, it was brown like, like his hair but then it was not. The moppy brown curls hidden by the red gushing out. Red, red like blood. Red like death.
And then he was there, standing in front of me, but it was not him. No it was her. It was my mother who sneered at me, until they were both one and the same. Until it all melted away, leaving nothing in its wake. Chaos yet silence. Nothing yet everything. For it was the approach of the shadowsinger.
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They took my name away....
They took my name away....
They took my name away....
They, they took everything away, Everything,
Everything,
Everything...
But they can't take the legend away,
They are powerless here, they can't do it, can't do it, CAN'T DO IT!
For when it was never upon a time nothing existed, then came along once upon a time and that's how stories began. Tales of dæmons and angels, of fairies and gnomes, tales that distracted every one from the truth. The legends of war were now fairy tales meant for children. As the assassins were reduced to dragons guarding princesses, truth became a bedtime story. A story for children. A story which none believed. None.
Well, well, well, their fault........
For its storytime.
Know how this tale was born,
How the legends developed from scorn,
See here shine the light of fae,
A new dawn to an old day.
But wait, the clouds gather again,
As darkness second by second gain,
Lies, deception and witch crafts,
Let sail the same harsh rafts.
Truth once here had lived,
Now only falsity and fear prevailed,
For the one who was destined,
Had darkness in her mind.
For fate had given the chance,
Hatred dined in whose every glance,
Destiny lived no longer fine,
Harsh darkness will now forever dine.
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Moral of the story? To play hero in a story, someone has to be the villain.
But what if there was no hero in this story? Would that mean there is no villain? Or that heroes are just villains wearing a cape of illusion?
Oh but how does it matter. After all story time is only for kids. Right?
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River of Truth, Land of faes.
Built of poison and pain, the river flows, sapping the life of all who dared venture into its barren wastes. All but one. The one who brought it into existence, the one villainess that all were made to despise- the mistress of evil, Ximora herself.
And it was here that she once more surfaced, long after she was considered dead and longer still since she was forgotten.
Cloaked in shadows deeper than night, she let out a blood curdling scream, her voice echoing with anguish and hatred.
For the moment of vengeance was finally upon her.
And with that scream awakened the others, the ones who were always loyal, the ones who were put to death's sleep, yet who now awakened.
"Mistress! Lady! Queen!"
It was like the building up of a war cry as a new voice joined the chanting every time one of the others awoke, the voices building upto a crescendo as a crown of shadows and light hovered above her.
With every step she took towards them another vision of that day played out, as each word she uttered was punctuated by the feeling of blood which had splattered each of them as they relived those moments anoin.
"Rise brave warriors for the time has come whence we shall feast on the blood of our perpetrators. The wrong shall be righted for we will take back what was once stolen. They will bow. They will succumb. They will fall.
Death has come to fetch its price."
And with every word she uttered the crown lowered a bit further until it rested perfectly upon her tresses. Until the spirits of the old recognised her as the Queen that she always was.
Until it was time for the war to begin.
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A/N:
The chapter is very short. I know.
I updated after eons. I know that too.
You'll want to come after me with pitchforks: I deserve it! But I was having my mid terms albeit extremely cruel things called exams. Hence the long break. But I assure (hopefully) you that this won't happen again anytime soon. But well... Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Do vote!
Also I know it's very confusing and doesn't make much sense, I will try my best to unravel the mystery one step at a time and hopefully keep you'll engaged.
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