The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Bloodstone

The little Sparrow, as she was anciently called awoke with the sun bearing down on her face. Her tongue was dry, lips parched as the only water in Wraithmarsh was less than trustworthy. The night prior was filled with Banshees, Hollowmen, and whatever sleep they let her get was laced with gruesome nightmares.

Sparrow ignored the painful sensation in her stomach as she has been for days and began moving towards the town of pirates, Bloodstone.

A few weeks ago, she had received a letter from a pirate in the middle of Bowerstone. That pirate had to go a long way in order to find her, not to mention how long he traveled to find her there. He showed no knowledge that he knew who she really was. Just shoved the letter in her arms and walked off. "Come to Bloodstone," it said. Sparrow ignored it for a few days before the curiosity of who could have sent it begins to eat away at her. It was something she hasn't felt in years.

A Banshee screamed in the distance, causing Sparrow to rip out her pistol and glance around the dead terrain. Seeing nothing, she moved on with an extra step in pace.

After entering Bloodstone, she could hear the gunfire echoing across the horizon and the screams that intermingled with them.

Since Reaver abandoned his people they've done little more than kill each other. Trade has stopped altogether with the mass outbreak of violence. Bodies littered the streets while their bloodstains mixed with the soil turning the color a dark red. The air was filled with smoke and iron coating its residents with its smell.

Sparrow kept her gun out during her walk through the grimy town. Whatever reason she was wanted in this murderous city, no longer held her curiosity. Sparrow was about to turn her back on the city and its helpless people when a group of pirates surrounded her.

"Look what we got here boys?" their obvious leader shouted, aiming a gun at my head. "A rebel. We gotta make an example outta her."

The pirates grinned spread to both ears as he went to pull the trigger. Before his finger could manage to flinch, his red hot blood added itself to the tainted soil by the little hole in his head.

Sparrow's gun remained in her hand, just as cold as it has been. In a split second, their faces of shock were wiped from the pirates and replaced with emptiness as they were already on the ground, dead.

What was left of the Bloodstone citizens, stood watching the ordeal. Footsteps were behind Sparrow but before she could react, her gun was knocked out of her grasp and hood threw back.

A fireball was already prepared in her hand before she stopped at the perfect face before her. The face of the Pirate King himself. The ever immortal, Reaver.