11- Reborn

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Sweat beaded her porcelain forehead as she twisted in the bed, dreams trapping her mind. She was so beautiful to me, an appearance that potrayed a fragile mask with her strawberry sweet curls and those soft features. The other point that occured to me was that she could wipe out the entire race that inhabited this planet with just a flick of the hand.
Standing, I sighed. It was about time I slept now as well, the fatigue that bogged down my mind was now causing my eyelids to droop.
I exited the infirmary, careful not to awake any of the wounded inside.
What a still night.
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Ruby red made for two sparkling orbs that burned with a vicious ferosity.
The throne she sat upon was bejeweled with gems the colour of the black sky.
Standing in a dress that flowed from her body with grace, she began to speak.
"Alright," Her palms rubbed together in a menacing act. "As you all should be fully aware of by now, my brother was 'killed' in the first siege of this week."
Concerned gasps escaped her audience.
A high-pitched laugh escaped the beautiful woman.
"But, since he was not killed with water, he is not actually dead."
Applause escalated to cheering as Mian, the newly reborn wildfire, entered onto the platform.
His red hair practically sizzled with intensity, his eyes a mirror image.
A cloak hung from his shoulders, a crown dangling from his hand.
"We have plans to form, armies to make."
His sister smiled under her veil of silk black hair. He was back, and out for revenge.

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