Arminthe looked back at the dead body as she tried to understand what the Fae said. A human! a bloody human!! No she didn't believe that.
"Lies! lies!" she yells
"No your highness it's true, I saw it myself..."
"And you couldn't do anything to prevent it! do you know who's body this is?!" she screamed out as the darkness that came out of her body clouded the Fae, he screams in pain as the guard ran to the corner of the room in fear.
"Y..es yo..ur h...ighness, but it ha..ppened so fast, it couldn't be p...revented"
The darkness disappeared but her rage remained present giving the room a deadly cold that a human could die in. She paced around the room, thinking of what to do, she paused and asked.
"Does the High Lord know yet?!"
"No, not yet" the Fae said while grasped for air.
"But word has be sent out"
"On who's orders?!" her eyes began to darken again, the Fae crawl back in fear as he didn't know how to answer her. Just then, the door flung open and a beautiful but angry woman stood there. Her face was a furnace as she stepped forward into the room. Her emerald gem stone eyes searches the room and when she saw what she was searching for, she gasped in pain. She ran to the corpse on the floor and hugs it with tears streaming down her eyes sobs of pain and hurt came from her mouth, she didn't care about the presence of people in the room, all she could compromise at that moment was that her sister, her beloved twin sister was dead.
"Syria stand up"
"No! leave me alone!" she yells at Arminthe not caring if she was the high queen at the moment she continued to sob in anguish.
"Syria stand up!" but she refused to listen, Arminthe couldn't get angry at her because she was mourning greatly so she waited for her to finish crying. It took minutes for Syria to get herself as she stopped crying, she sniffled her watering nose and stood up, her eyes were no longer green but blood red with rage and anger, her cherry red hair was roughly scattered and she looked mad at the moment.
"How did this?" she spoke with a calm voice that preached death.
"A human, female human" Arminthe replied.
Syria eyes widened in disbelief, she shook her head.
"No, lies! it's the dragons isn't it?!"
"Have I ever lied to you Syria?"
"Where is it?!"
"The dark Chambers" the Fae said, not waiting one moment she storms out of the room.
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Poppy wakes up from a nightmare with sweat all over her body, the faes had beaten her up and they fed her alive to vultures, she could still feel their sharp beaks pricking off her skin and still hear the horrific laughter out the faes as she was awake. Suddenly she heard the door opened and footsteps followed, have they come to carry her away to her death she thought, the footsteps neared and stopped right in front of the cell.
Lights appeared and Poppy tried to adjust her eyes to the blinding lights, she looked forward and saw to people, faes. A man and a woman, the red haired woman caught her view as the woman looked at with pure rage like she could kill her that moment.
"Is she the one?!" she spoke like she expected something better.
"Yes". The woman entered the cell and came closer to Poppy, she looked down a Poppy creepy like she was the grim reaper.
Poppy dared not to look up as she feared her red eyes. The woman bent her hand and reached for Poppy's jaw, squeezing it while dragging her up in the process, Poppy screams in pained as she could feel her jaw been crushed, the woman made Poppy look into her eyes.
"So your the flea that dared to kill my precious sister right?!!"
Sister! ohh no!
"I didn't it was a mistake..." the woman let go of her jaw and looked at Poppy, she tried to breathe for a moment but that was when the woman's hand landed on the side of her face, Poppy hissed as the pain stung hard but the Fae didn't allow her think as she marked Poppy's face with deep cuts from her claws and her face bleeds. Poppy fell on the rough floor with force while screaming out in pain, she whimpered as the woman came closer and kicked her in the stomach, Poppy held her stomach in pain. She didn't try to beg as it will only cause her more pain.
"This darling is just little, once the Lord has his hands on you, you'll know what pain is. We'll make you pay dearly before you are executed I promise you." her deadly voice spoke. Poppy couldn't see anything again as she drowned in her pains and all she could hear was the closing of the cell and footsteps leaving, the room became dark again and the room became colder than a grave.