After four days of chaotic battle in the city of Cordelia all was silent. Blood stained the ground for miles of the deceased. The crystal clear blue water once carefully monitored to maintain its purity and richness was completely soiled with blood. Bodies floated face down crashing against the banks eventually washing ashore as the waves commanded them. Those who held on to hope for life ultimately succumbed to their wounds. Jennicus thirst for power had come at a grave cost numerous lives had been lost on both sides. Her celebration of victory had been short lived, finally able to penetrate the castles defenses her soldiers were able to gain entry. Although, she wasn’t engaged in the psychical act following behind her soldiers an orgasm washed over from excitement as she got closer to Queen Avile secret confines. She wanted to see the light removed from her eyes by her own hands. When she arrived at the entrance her soldiers with their swords drawn awaited for what was to emerge from the door once it opened. Jennicus giving the command, three of her soldiers using solid oak rammed the door hoping to knock loose the metal bolt from the inside. After slamming the giant oak against the door a few more times it finally gave way collapsing to the ground. The impact caused a cloud of dust to appear reducing their visibility waving their hands they tried desperately to clear the air. Once, their eyes began to adjust Jennicus commands them to enter.

“The mad queen has fell to ruin find her, “she says sternly. Doing as commanded they enter into the secret confine but the sound of a hissing noise inside caused them to pause. It was cold, dark, and damp fully aware of the reputation the queen held their hearts began to beat rapidly against their chest as they feared the unknown.

“Enter you cowards, “she yells seeing there hesitation. Following command placing one foot in front of the other they slowly make their way into the confines. When the last soldier entered they stopped and observed their surroundings hoping to find the queen however instead they found nothing.

Observing their surroundings the queen definitely lived up to her reputation the skeletal remains of animals, unidentified body parts in jars, the potions, the spider webs, and the massive large cast iron brewing pot that sat idle an eerie feeling swept over them all, but one. One of the soldiers finding the madness intriguing slowly separating herself from the rest she lowers her sword walking towards a medium sized table that appeared to never have been dusted. Lowering her head she comes face to face with one of the many shrunken heads resting on top. The eyes and mouth had been sewed shut, the skin reminiscent of harden leather, and the hair pulled neatly on top of its head into a high ponytail. She wasn’t sure when alive was it human or animal the mystery consumed her placing her sword on the table she reaches to grab it.