"Men must bleed. They caused the pain of my sisters and I. United we are Goddesses, apart we are queens."
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Made from the souls of a thousand, the daughter of the earth is made to be one of the many rulers in a l...
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Olori was always a wildfire.
I remember my first assignment with Olori on the mountainside village of Tarcy as we follow the unknowing crowd to the dining room.
Olori was our self-proclaimed leader, telling us which way to move, what to do and where to go as if she held all the answers. Of course, we followed because she had more magic running through her veins, a look that could cut metal and the blessing of Mother Moon.
Now I question why she was like that.
The stairwell leads to an open compartment with wooden tables holding the weight of one hundred options to choose from, enough food to feed the camp back at the wall for two moons. Fruits from the deepest jungles and meats from every prey animal lay the scarlet table cloth.
I elbow Olori but something on her face brings me to follow the direction of her sight. A look of deep-set disgust.
King Abus. It's unmistakable.
My stomach summersaults as I stare at his expressionless face, the few and far wrinkles that stain his forehead as he watches us pool in and step down three mighty stairsteps that pull us into the chamber.
His skin is a soft brown like the bark of trees hidden in the deepest of the wildernesses, eyes like the fat emerald that sits at his throat, glittering and glowing in the slanted light of well-lit scones. Abus is beautiful, like a living breathing god.
"Welcome my friends and greatest aids to the crown, I am glad to see you all took my messenger's call to heart." Abus holds his hand out where three people sit at his sides.
I grab on to Olori's arm and scan their faces for some kind of familiarity but find none. A young man dressed in scarlet sits closest to him, locks of blazing red shimmering. He looks like a direct clone of Abus as does the girl to his right, her hair the same color.
The children of the king but how if no goddess daughters existed anymore? Abus only had one son before the daughter of earth ran away and only came back with war in mind. At the left of Abus sits a woman, her face hidden behind a curtain of thin but unrevealing fabric.
"What is this?" Olori breaths, her eyes watching the children of the king live. She hadn't killed them all when she used her magic on Indlovu.
"This doesn't change anything." I lower my voice and attempt to stop the shaking. "It's strange but what isn't strange about this place, about the kings immortality, about the skull-."
"But has a explanation."
"Vague ones." I say.
"Still it's some kind of reasoning. Here we have no reasoning, no answer and on top of the seers I-." She stops as the words become too brutal.
Olori leads us to seats beside each other, settling down in front of glazed hog starting out at me with vacant eyes and a twisted neck. A sword still sticks through it's back at an odd angle, blood spilling on the plate and pooling through cracks between peeled oranges and mangos.
