The Truth Over The Wall

Chapter 38 ( Part 3 )

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Fiona's presence crashed upon her mansion in Derker in a way as to wake up the entire capital city. She pushed away the witches that had been holding her up before. "I'm fine." Fiona brushed them away angrily, "Leave me."

She was marching away from them at full speed despite the gaping wound in her side. Just then her feathered friend sensing her need met her half way. He landed on Fiona's shoulder, and whispered something in her ear. Fiona merely nodded seeing as she did not have the capacity to feel anything other than rage at this point.

The elaborate bird creature nodded, and rather than fly off, touched his beak to her injured side. She barely hissed as he removed the iron resin writhing in her wound from the dagger, and sealed her skin shut. After having healed her seamlessly, he huffed noticeably, and flew off her shoulder as soon as she threw open the doors to her council room.

Fiona shut the doors behind her, and marched across the room to place her hands on the long oak table. Her council room was cavernous, with an arced ceiling that alluded to their presence in a watch tower. She had had AvonDem's servants wipe the walls clean of his ancestral filth; paintings, friezes, tapestries, everything. This was Fiona's council room, and the most important thing in this room would be Fiona.

She ran a finger along the surface of the long, long oak table built to accommodate all her generals...

Fiona's finger transformed into a hideous claw that scarred the surface of the table angrily. Her head snapped up and she beheld her own solitary chair at the head of the table.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" On a furious battle cry she lifted the chair up into the air, and smashed it through the large window. Wrath still seethed beneath her skin, she wanted to cut someone open and make them bleed. People would die this night...

...starting with the traitor.

"STELLA!" Fiona's hands fisted, and she doubled over her as she screamed, "STELLA! Come out here, you coward!"

There was tinkling laughter and a growing silvery light right over Fiona's shoulder. She turned around slowly sure that she was imagining it. Why would anyone laugh? Knowing they had enraged Fiona, that they had been sentenced to die.

"You!" Fiona's pointed a shaking finger in Stella's direction, "You did this! You traitorous, venomous little snake! You would do this to me? You'd betray me, after everything I've done for you?"

The laughter stopped abruptly and Stella straightened. The curtain of gray hair that floated about her excitedly was unusually still. Her bony white arms grew tense in the lavender- gray robes.

"Everything you've done for me?" Stella repeated adding a skeptical scoff. "Everything you've done for me?" Faster than anyone could imagine, the bundle of fabric and gray hair that people called Stella crossed the length of the room on a glide so that she was right up in Fiona's face shouting,

"Try everything you did for yourself! If you keep witches, it is so that they can serve you! If you kill them it's because they won't. If you snatch witch children, it is so you can use them. And if you give them back? It's because you're through with them. Everything, every little thing you've ever done has all been in service of one cause: Fiona must rise," Stella floated away to the other side of the table, muttering, "While everyone else can go to hell."

"So you betray us to the humans?" Fiona punched the table as she accused Stella, "Just because no one paid attention to poor Stella? If power was what you wanted, you pathetic brat, you ought to have been witch enough to take it from me. But no, like a sniveling little coward you go and hide behind Kara's pup. Can't even do your own dirty work, typical Stella."