Queen Of All (Being Rewritten)

From The Vision

Mason pov:

       I'm known as a vision also known more specifically as a dying race one of the many in the world of never-ending evolution. Visions have always be used by good and evil as an attempt to come out on top, yet we have rules ingrained into our very nature that transcends life and death. Some rules are more like restrictions that if broken take a toll on our bodies or even take our lives.  Once visions covered the earth in hearty numbers but that was prior to the war and people understood what we truly were capable of soon darkness filled every inch of our species. In the last century, our numbers dwindled and any who lived did so in hiding yet that lasted till a group of betrayers emerged and gave up the hidden in turn they were granted a swift death in place of the reward they were after. Few like myself escaped slavery by finding true bonds of honor my family for the last six generations served the great leader known as the ultimate ruler. The first was the best and died in an expedition to the north. Her name was Isabella Marque daughter of the sun and moon. She was mateless and ruled with an iron fist but the purest of hearts. I heard of her from my parents as they had from theirs, it's a sense of motivation and a reminder of the luck we have come into for who and what we are.  The lifespan of a Vision is ultimately short and restricted to how often we use our ability and how adept our body is to handle the power inside. Many are lucky to live twenty years as our ability manifest by five and by fifteen we are at our peak or performance. Twenty-five is the lucky height but only three ever lived to the age of thirty the first, the last leader before the war, and the final who saw the downfall and wrote a cryptic end to our species. I am currently sixteen and took over my father's roles who died three years ago at the age of twenty-four after he saw the next war and the battle of the ultimate rulers. He like others who predict major events barely recounted the events before he crumpled up never to arise again. 

         The ultimate ruler is typically an offspring from an unlikely duo of deities or gods that procreated at a given point in time to produce a child of a certain caliber. I'm meant to watch and play behind the scenes never to interact personally no matter how desperately I or another desired. Compared to other visions I respected the rules and clung to them pushing emotions out the door and focused solely on the job at hand. A few years ago I thought my job was almost complete and my life could extend as my abilities wouldn't need to be in constant use.  Dam girl rejected everything and chose to stay in her hellish reality. A short life span means you learn and adapt or die and I forget this logic is seen by many till their elderly as they live so freely. Since then I realized a few key harsh realities of the world surrounding her and that which was ultimately emerging. I was one of five who knew of my father's final vision and since I have had three smaller visions that extend or reveal more to the prophecy. The need for the return of the ultimate ruler was growing rapidly as the word was decaying and those behind the scenes were growing in size and influence. The ones in the castle were no longer pure and reserved for the ultimate and those on the outside were rapidly encroaching on the once sacred space. 

            Everything that was ever important to me changed a few nights ago when the values I held so high were tested and snapped with the weight of the decision that needed to be made. Three nights ago I felt a shift and from the trees, I watched and waited for any indication as to why.  The second hand emerged with the other regular taunters covered with blood yet laughing. She was tossed into a rogue cell after acquiring some new wounds. Left alone blooded and in scraps of cloth wasn't anew for her or the pack but the attitude was different a sense of dread settled deep into my bones. Something was going to happen and soon but I couldn't see what no matter how hard I tried. I alerted the higherups but they refused to act saying even if they could it wouldn't do anything but break rules. This was the one rule they cared so much about and yet is the one I hated and fought with daily.  " No ultimate ruler is to be brought in by a castle employee or saved by one till the appointed time in which they enter the castle and claim their birthright." The old rule bothered me more than usual, normally it was easy to brush off and keep a clear head but this round my head was running rampant. For two weeks they left her alone with no food or water and the worst part was that she hadn't noticed the time delay. Using a rare gift that was passed to me that allows the more personal visions. Using it was originally a hindrance but after training became easy and made my job easier. I made a habit to peer in and check on her but she never moved and her wounds stayed fresh and unhealed. Each night she suffered they partied and her mate slept with anew woman but always returned to her half-sister for a few rounds.