The armies were efficent, leaving no survivors in their wake. Like a tsunami they washed away all the evil, cleansing the land. Bodies of children lay like broken dolls, their dead frames tossed into large pits like limp rags.
The resistance these savages brought was laughable. Two guards were easily killed off. An army that had no magic, nor steel. Dauphin disarmed their greatest magician with just one word. His flesh dripped off his bone like water from a gutter, leaving nothing but gray ash.
Delpheus, her twin brother, had proved to be less vital than she believed. He had saved a few of the wretches and claimed to be keeping them for questionning. Delpheus believed that it had been too easy, that these savages should have put up more of a fight.
Bah! It defied the logic of the savage. They knew nothing but blood lust. And to teach civilization was futile, to a race that wiped out Dauphin´s mother and father while she hid under the wooden cot.
Dauphin sat on the white throne, and eased her fingers over the chair. She looked around the palace, and was impressed by its beauty. Pink flower petals decoarted the concrete white wall, with green yellow vines reaching for the stars. A skylight was at the center of the roof, basking the palace in honeycomb rays.
"Well perhaps the savages stole this land from a civilized people," she thought.
Immersed in her thoughts, she did not realize a man had stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in a black cloak, and wore a grey wool sweater, and brown birch pants.
His hands held two silver swords.
She screamed for her guard but no voice escaped her. Choking back horror, for she couldn't cast a spell without her voice, she grabbed her sword and rushed at the intruder.
His golden eyes looked at her questioninggly, and he raised his gloved hand.
She found she could not move. Her arms were frozen outwards, her legs cold as ice.
When he came closer, she found herself trembling with fear. Sweat dripped down like rain from her forehead. She was deathly afraid.
She had not been afraid since her parents´ death.
His lips went to her ear, and whispered, "You have committed great evil my lady. You have killed children, and old men and women in the name of your parents. So many have died for you mad anger."
She said nothing, for she knew it was all in the name of vengeance, regardless of what this sorcerer had to say.
He continued on, "And I could kill you right now. I could cut you down, and free your spirit to whatever hell it is destined to be in."
The killing blow did not come. But though she felt fear in the rawest form, she did not repent. How could she when the blood of her parents dripped down on her nose that fateful night, while she stifled screams of pain?
"Instead you shall understand your ways in a way no mortal has before."
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