"OHHHH!" The thin eight-foot-tall woman moaned, sitting on her silver throne. The faint moonlight bounced off her blond hair and reflected on her ashen skin, radiating in a ghostly shimmer. Her limbs shivered as she licked the crystal ball floating before her, drooling as insatiable thirst burned in her throat.
Her eyes flashed red, glaring at the figure faintly showing on the glass. She twitched for a second, giggling deep beneath her heavy breath. "My lord…it's been a dry one thousand years…" She panted.
As she was drowning in her own dreams, a knocking came on the great golden gates of her throne room. "Our queen! It's dreadful, it's bad…" The man outside said in a loud but firm voice.
The woman sighed, waved her fingers, and touched the crystal ball with her long black fingers, making it disappear in a puff of smoke.
"Enter…" She leaned back and looked at the door with a bored face.
