Whispers of Doom

Introduction

~ 3rd person POV ~

 

 The Great Hall of Haven was cold and full of concerned and anxious Shadow Stealers. They were all murmuring words of concerne.

 Don't get fooled by the name 'Haven'. It's not heaven or anything. Quite the opposite...

 Everyone was expecting the arrival of Tatiana, the queen of shadows, the last of the Simulacrum blood line. No one really liked her, but she was the reason that Haven didn't fall in the battle against the Light.

 The massive door opened to reveal Tatiana's protectors. Behind she was following. Her head was up and revealed no emotions, but inside she was struggling.

 Her snake-like hair was darker than usual. The strays of hair looked like metal with pointy ends. Everyone feared what that meant. Her eyes were empty. They usual yellow glow was pitch black. And her face more paler that ever.

 She sat on the biggest throne that was made of stones that looked like sapphires, and the murmur stopped. On her left there was a man gazing to the crowd. There were silver stripes all over his face, surrounded his eyes like snakes, giving him an ancient look. Tatiana had the same stripes, only they were barely seeable.

 On Tatiana's left there was a woman, beautiful with the same silver stripes on her face, giving her more beauty. She was clearly concerned and kept looking out of corner of the towards Tatiana.

 Everyone was staring at Tatiana barely holding their gaspes. She took a deep breath, gathering all the courage and confidence she had.

 "Now, I know that all of you are wondering the same thing and that all of you want the same thing." she shot a glare to same of the Shadow Stealers. "To answer all of your concernes...I...did loose my immortality." The murmur started again, only much, much lauder.

 "...that explains her marks..."

 "...we are doomed..."

 "...I knew it..."

 Everyone now, was shooting insults at her. The guards tried to shush them. No succes.

 "HEY!" Tatiana shouted. "No need to worry-"

 "Well how are we going to survive then? How are you going to live? We alredy didn't have souls to feed on, now without a queen we are DEAD!" A voice from the crowd interrupted. Everyone started to yell, agreeing with him.

 "He is right, Tatiana. You are not immortal." the man from her left said.

 "Your marks are barely seeable and your eyes are black," the woman said. "You are not going to live much longer!"

 "Cedric, Fleur! No need to worry! I have a plan." she smirked devilishly.

 

 

 

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 This is my first story on Wattpad, and I don't really expect it to be good. And please don't kill me if it isn't.

The theme has been trapped in my head for months and I just was too lazy to sit on my computer and start writing.

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