On Venierreaze, Alia Borne, one of the top commanders of Venice's armies, returns to complete the assignment she given, going about the situation as she was told, despite her indignance toward Venice. An issue arises among the race sworn to protect the Tisse. A war is imminent when Alia loses her temper. The least of her worries is Venice' reaction at this point.
Canera, Tavik
'She thinks she knows best. Apparently, my shrewdness wasn't up to her standards. I might as well go crawl into a hole and die at this point, right?', I indignantly belabour to myself. And yes, I know how this looks; a full-grown woman— 52 years old to be exact, though I don't look a day over 25— complaining like some foolish adolescent. But you know what, I feel the way I feel, and no matter how silly it sounds, I'm upset; obviously because of Venice. But upset nonetheless.
I'm nearing the entrance of the city, Canera, which is an ancient city from like 3,000 years ago. It's one of the largest kingdoms in the country of Tavik. No offense to these people, but I don't really like dusty, rusty, musty old cities from the caveman days. I prefer high-tech, advanced-looking cities like Scarlet City, back on my home planet.
I was finally approaching the broad gateway to enter the city when I was stopped by a random guy. Slowly lowering myself to the ground, I walked up to him.
"How can I help you?", he asks, his posture showing his superficial stature. "You can't", I brief, walking right past him. "Uhm, excuse me? I am the entrance supervisor", he says, as if I'm supposed to bow down to him. "That's great! Do you want a cookie?", I joke rudely, with a mock-surprised expression. He looks bewildered, practically speechless. "I…You…I'm reporting this to the king", he sputters out. "Wonderful! I was just going to speak to him. Care to take me?", I resume my fake kindness. Although he remained indignant, he reluctantly lead the way up the city's main street. The walk, or should I say float, since I was levitating— was quite short. He didn't say a single word, unless you count frustrated grunting as talking. "We're here", he says tersely, twirling around to walk away; the flaps of his coat flipping in accordance with his attitude.
The two guards on either side of the doorframe pushed open the tall doors leading into the atrium where a small throne rested at the very end. I moved forward, halting just past the doors, which the guards proceeded to close as I stepped in.
"Proceed", the rough, accented voice of the obese man sitting on the throne echoed. I lifted my feet, reaching the stairs of the throne's platform after several steps. "I have come to—", I begin to speak. "Ah. I didn't give you permission to speak", the man interrupts, his mass overflowing the throne. I was astonished at the support of that throne. Any throne should've collapsed at the tap of his weight. "May I speak?", I blurted out at the realization of my mode of silence. He viewed me skeptically, narrowing his eyes. "Sure", he finally said, hesitantly.
"I am Alia Borne—", I began again. "Let me stop you there. Why are you here?", he interrupted once more. "I was going to get to that", I said tightly, my patience wearing thin. "Is that back-talk I hear?", he replied dumbfoundedly. "With kindest regards Your Highness, that wasn't my intention", I replied, trying to keep my cool as this was a very important assignment; at least to Venice. "I will ignore this spiteful attitude this time, but I will not tolerate it if this continues", he answers, looking down at me as if I should be grateful for his mercy. I gave a mocking smile of gratitude, which he didn't seem to catch. "Understood. I am Alia Borne, right hand to the Queen of the Stellars, Venice Aralea. She has sent me to make an allyship with you in exchange for the Tisse roaming your land", I gave my introduction, uninterrupted for once. "The Stellars you say? And you want my Tisse, ay?", he says with a despicable expression. Something told me he wanted more than just a treaty. "I will give you my Tisse in exchange for an allyship with your people, and an arranged wedding for the two of us", he offered with a filthy, lascivious grin. "With my Queen?", I held an appalled expression. "Or that. But I would prefer you", he growled the last part. I gave him a disgruntled look. "You are out of your flabbery, blubbery mind if you think I would ever marry someone like you", I hissed angrily. "I would watch your tone if I were you. No one likes a disrespectful wife, afterall", he threatens with a sneer. "And no one likes a ten ton whale for a husband either", I spat. I tried recomposing myself afterward, but I couldn't refrain much longer from tearing that fata** apart.
Wobbling, he attempted to pick himself up off of the throne. Everything jiggling and flopping around as he stumbled down the steps. Stomping up to me, his ginormous figure towered over me. He was at least 8 feet tall, whereas I was a meager 5'9.
"You listen to me", he hissed, grumbling his voice. "If your Queen wants my Tisse, I want you", he growled the third word. "If you don't want me to knock you on your a**, I suggest you take a step back", I spat viciously at him, although I felt a little intimidated by his size. But you know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Shocked at my response, he took a few stumbled steps back. I took that opportunity to get all up in his face and challenge his authority. "I am leaving here with the Tisse", I asserted. "Not without marrying me first", he returned, moving close enough for me to smell the hideous, sour odor wreaking from his rolls. "Then I'll just have to take them by force", I released a charged blast from my fist at his face. Tumbling to the ground, the stone underneath him crumbled. He cried out in pain with the impact. "You want a wife, I'll show you what kind of wife I am", I spat, lifting myself up into the air to come crashing down on him with my blazing body. On impact, a huge wave of heat bursted through the walls; the whole castle collapsing. "You can consider this kingdom conquered", I shouted, floating above him. All of the raging fire my body released disintegrated the crumbling rocks falling around me. Taking one last look at his dying face, I shot up through the collapsing roof and stopped just high enough to watch the castle come tumbling down. And with that, I lifted my wrist to my mouth. "Tera, text the team", I spoke to my wristphone AI. "What would you like to send?", the automated voice asked. "Canera's king is dead. It's time to extract the Tisse. We have a new playground", were my last words as I darted across the sky to my next destination; The Dark Forest.