The Land Of The Dead

Chapter seven: Backfired

Seven months later, Glory had already slept with more than 20 men, and women. She was growing powerful, yet she yearned for more power, still. She wasn't showing off her powers yet, though, in public. She was still keeping a low profile, until she had enough of it.

Something was eating her up, she was alone sitting on a rocking chair in the veranda. I'm tired of this, I'm tired of sharing this power with Shinobia. I must do something about it, she thought to herself. A dark smirk on a pretty face slowly appeared, as an idea was generated in mind. She stood up and looked for dirt at her pretty white dress, after seeing that it was still as immaculate when she picked to wear it, she inhaled, "lovely."

She went off to her secret cabin and summoned Shinobia. "I have a deal to propose," she said.
"Speak." A distorted voice that would make any average person tremble.
"I want to stop having sex with all these filthy men. It's embarrassing. I know they forget after they get out of here, but I don't. I want to stop."

"You shall forget, too."

"No, I shan't. That's rape."

"What do you offer?"

"How would you like a pure soul with powers, as a cherry on top?"

"Speak!"

Glory trembled, "there's a girl!" She said shakily. "There's a girl, her name is Tyandra Witchell."

"Witchell?"

"Yes."

"Bring her alive." Shinobia disappeared soon after.

The following day, Glory met with Tyandra at the forest. "Good day, my queen."

"Tyandra." Glory turned her back to Tyandra, "follow me." She started walking. Tyandra noticed the different change of direction, and had to ask, "uh, my queen, where are we going?"

"You'll see," Glory said with a smile, "come on, it's a surprise."

"My queen, wait." Tyandra stopped, and so did Glory and tended to her. "What's wrong, Witchy?" She asked, laying her hand on Tyandra's shoulder.

Tyandra looked at Glory's eyes, firmly for a second. "Nothing." They then continued, until Glory made a stop at her secret cabin. Glory shot a look at Tyandra, with a big smile on her face. Glory's eyebrows did a little frown, but continued with her high spirits. "Witchy, welcome to my cabin."

"Wow, does the king know about this?" She didn't look at Glory.

"No. Of course, not." Glory dropped her smile, "remember the other day, when I told you about wanting peace sometimes from all the men crowded in there?" She turned towards the cabin and started to walk, "well, the forest wasn't serving me enough, so I had people building me this cabin."

"Oh, I understand now." She frowned and looked down as if she had realized something.

"Let's get in." Glory quickened her pace to open the door, and got in. "Come in," she quickly said, with a smile. "So how does it look?"

"Good...it looks good," she nodded. "Sit, I will bring some wine."

Glory went to fetch wine and two glasses, she poured wine on both of them, and added something which looked rather like a potion or poison on one glass. She brought them with her usual smile on her face, she handed one glass to Tyandra and placed hers on the small table. She went back to fetch the whole bottle of wine, she came with it. "Don't judge me, I want to drink, get drunk, and fall asleep." Tyandra chuckled, "well, I only drink a little amount of wine."

"Good for you. You're too young to get drunk."

Glory picked up her glass, "let's have a toast." Tyandra raised hers, too. "To friendship." They toasted, and Glory gulped her wine finished in three seconds. "Ahh...this feeling. It's exhilarating."

Tyandra laughed, "you drink like a man."

"I said you shouldn't judge." Glory laughed, too, until as she started to yawn. Soon after, she fell asleep. "I knew it," Tyandra said as she stood up. "She spiked my drink, it's a good thing I switched them."

Tyandra left Glory's cabin, and left her sleeping alone on a chair.