In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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She's bad....she's evil but Yagein still has awesome hair doing so ^_^
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Yagein Washli was surprised, to say the least when she opened the door to her shelter and found Ivory and Storm standing in front of her, caked in a layer of blood.
The dark alley which she hid in did not shed any light but the tiny sprinkles of light coming from her hideout did, even as she let the door close slightly.
"You two just couldn't help yourself could you?" she hissed at the both of them, her gray eyes taking in their shivering form. "What mortal did you get into a fight with now?" she asked, sniffing the air. "I can smell their blood even all the way from here."
Ivory sighed while Storm frowned, her red hair falling across her jade green eyes. "It was no mortal your majesty" the witch replied back, throwing her look to the floor.
The SilverClaw Witch frowned. "Then who was it? I can smell mortal blood on your skins" she seethed, her cold gaze taking in their miserable forms. "Lying to me will do you no good."
"We are not sure your majesty but they were definitely not mortal. They couldn't have been" Ivory responded back in a tone that was no way to address the queen. Yet Yagein kept her patience, iron nails curling at the two witches.
Her gray eyes showed no remorse as her hand tightened around the witches' hands and she pulled them inside her little hideout without a second thought. Storm stumbled upon the floors and hit a wall, a groan falling out of her lips as a sharp pain overcame her body.
Ivory, on the other hand, was thrown into a chair, the ringing sound of the slamming door echoing deep inside her ear.
"I should have both of you slaughtered for getting into a fight that could have exposed our identities" A curse escaped from the queen's lips, walking over to the back of the room where Alysra and Roxanne stood, the Amulet of Durvalein nestled in their hands.
"I should have you both thrown into fire pits and let you burn alive for such utter foolish" she hissed on, her eyes locking on the magenta red ruby that hung off the thin, gold chain. A reeling feeling fluttered inside her stomach, her guts twisting into a knot the more she looked at the amulet.
It had belonged to her sister before she died in the horrific fire that took out her entire empire. It was a damn shame that amulet hadn't burned down with her.
Turning her gaze away from the wretched stone, she walked over to the back of her tiny shelter, walking past the shelves that held jars of mysterious potions and ingredients in their marble dome to the gray cloak that hung off a hook nailed into a wall.
Pulling the cloak down and slipping it over her body so that the material covered her silver dress that hung to her knees, Yagein turned around to face the four witches again, a frown tugging on her lips.
Storm had pulled herself off the wall, now sitting down in a corner next to her many arrays of books stacked neatly, silver claws and green eyes blazing with impatience while Ivory casted her gaze over to the queen.
