The Necromancer Queen

The people who kill

It turns out I had the right to be worried.

The house was gone, pillars of smoke in it's place, with flames making up the base. I had flown until I reached a little clearing that was just a two minute walk, one minute run from my home. From there, I had run and dived behind a few bushes when I had heard the laughter and the noise.

I peaked out from the bushes, just slightly, and there, illuminated by the burning fire, were people. Tall and elagant, the laughed and prowled, almost like a feline, around what used to be my home. The thrill of what they had done was clear, They where not afraid to be busted and killed for this, because they knew nobody was around to witness this.

"Did we get them all? We got the Queen for sure, did you hear that scream and see the tears running down her face?" Said one, and my heart clenched.

"Mother...." I whispered, shrinking ever so slightly, as a tear silently ran down my face.

"We got pretty boy too, he almost looked ready to attack us." Another replied, "Why d'you think the Queen held him back?" Shruggs and grunts echoed.

"Did they have any kids?" A loud voice boomed a few meters away from me and I flinched, did they not know of me?

"There was no pictures of the children, if they had any, Boss." The shortest one replied from across the fire. The Boss nodded his head. So that was the Boss, the one who burned down my home, and killed my parents. They were talking again, I listened.

"We should go and report to the Lord, and get our pay he promised us." Pay, they where payed, and not actual enemies of my parents? Who would hire a group to kill them though? They where powerful, with all the mixed blood, so why get a group of common killers just wanting more money to kill people? And who would take a job to kill them anyways?

"Yeah, Lord "Overbored" Ocainus, owes us quite the sum, ai boy's?" The Boss laughed cruely, his bnad of thugs laughing with him. "Now let's get out of this hellhole before more people come eh?", and with that, they fled, going out the opposite side of the clearing from where I was, and into the forest.

As they're laughter faded away, I sat there, tears silently flowing down my face, turning into a opaque black, reminding me of how different I was not, after my fifteenth birthday, when just yesterday my tears would have been clear like rain drops.

And then my rational brain finally kicked in and I got up and ran, there was no way my parents where alive, with my parents doing nothing, just as their killers had said they had done. nobody knew if I was alive or not, heck, people did not even know I exsisted, Except for my fiance, and his father, but with my parents gone, they might think me dead too.

....That's it! I shall go to my fiance and his father, tell them what happened, and maybe they could help me find the killers. With that idea in my mind, I set off, into the forest, where my parents killers had vanished not long ago.

Hours past, and I was running again. Flying was faster and less tiring, but there was a storm brewing with strong winds above, but it would clear away by tomorrow, so I could fly then. But as running goes, I was faster than the normal person, which was good. As I was making it quite far already for day one of traveling, considering I only started a hour and a half ago.

It was late when I decided to stop, my nerves and heart having had enough activity for one day, (Birthday, turning into a prophet, becoming officail heir to the necromancer throne, my home burning down with my parents in it, becoming Queen) and my feet and lungs where not used to such physical activity, as fit as I was.

"...." Backing up a second, I just reviewed my thaughts of the day again, birthday- normal, turning into a prophet- not exactly normal, but whatever, becoming official heir to to the throne- not a usual everyday happening, but normal, my home and parents getting burned to ash- the irony of my father's nickname for me (Ash) and sad, becoming Queen- .... I am Queen now, Queen of the necromancer kingdom, and technically in line for the faerie throne (my father was a prince). I ran the kingdom now, a fifteen year old girl running a ton of nomads, that wander alot.

More pressure was being plased upon me now, Queen, finding my parents killer, or the man who hired them (the name Lord Ocainus rang a warning bell somewhere in my brain, where had I heard it before?), helping my people, finding the castle and kingdom where my promised lived, (I had only met him once, when I was just born and I had never seen a picture of him so I have no idea what he looks like).

In short, I think I am screwed.