Long Live The Queen [DISCONTINUED]

*OLD* Three: The Reason Behind His Hate

Tia looked at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt. She rubbed her sin mark, a spider. It was located right above her belly button, a place where it could be easily hidden if need be. A lot changed in the years that she was with them.

Instead of her curly white hair that was stained with blood and dirt, it was now back to it's original pure white. However, instead of it being down in long locks, it was cut, short enough to where it didn't reach her ears.

Her hate for the sins changed, too. Now, she didn't hate them as much as she used to. She realized that they were people too, that she should give them a chance, that may be they weren't the criminals she thought they were.

King was a different story. He was still glaring at her, always. She hasn't done anything to him, not once, ever. Yet here they were. She always seemed to push his buttons. If she asked him a question, he would always snap back at her with annoyance. If she made one mistake, her treat it like it was the end of the world. Yet whenever Diane made the same mistake, her brush it off and tell her it was okay. That made her mad.

One thing she was glad about though, was she didn't know what they did to earn their sins, and they didn't know what she did. It was a law, actually.

A Sin shall ask no questions of another member's sin.

It made her feel a little better, she didn't know if she could give the other sins a chance if she knew what they had done in the past. She also didn't want to seem prissy whenever she told them she did nothing. They would probably see her as weak, even though through experience they knew she wasnt.

Every sin had an ability, right? King had disaster, Diane had creation, yada yada. Tia, however, had a power that was exclusive to her and herself only. She had a power called Construction. This power allowed her to create anything out of elements surrounding the area she is in. She could even make them come alive. Of course, this wasn't her only trick in the book.

She put her shirt back down, and sat on her bed. Today, the sins didn't have any missions to complete. No monsters to kill. No villages to unwillingly destroy. It was silent today. Ban had gone out to steal stuffed animals from the poor children of this kingdom, and King had gone to replace all of them. Meliodas went out to grope women and Diane had gone to follow him.

Tia had no idea where Gowther went, but she did know that Merlin was somewhere involving spells, and that Escanor was following her. Again. One thing was for certain, though. She was the only sin that hadn't gone out to relish in their day off. It was yet another thing she had no reason to do so.

She didn't have to buy anything at all, so the markets weren't a necessary thing. She didn't have anyone to meet up with, and if she did it was more likely that she wouldn't go anyway. Tia didn't have to replace any stolen items by Ban and most certainly was not following anyone today. She didn't have anything magic related to do, she had absolutely nothing to-

Wait.

Today she did have plans. Tia was going to visit the elven realm one more time. Just one more. She needed to remember the good times that she had there, the smell of elven ale that flooded the streets. The different types of elves that walked them. The extravagant clothing and the beautiful women. All of it.

She threw on a cloak and rushed out the door. She weaved through the halls of the Holy Knight quarters. However, she bumped into what seemed to be a wall, only to realize that it was a chest, a very squishy chest. She looked up, and saw King floating with a very mad face. Wasn't he supposed to be compassionate?

"Watch where you're going, elf." He sneered at her once more. Tia had enough of it. She wanted to know why this dude was so rude to her and her alone! "What's you're problem, King?" She asked, also sneering. "You know what my problem is." He said glaring at her.

"No, I really don't. You've been glaring at me since we first met in the shabby old cell. Yet I've done nothing to you at all! What a wrong, King?! Huh?!" Tia got more aggressive as each word flew from her lips. "Whatever." King muttered, and flew off.

The truth was, he didn't know why he hated her so much. He only remembers his time with Diane and everything else up until now. However something in his conscious told him not to trust her, that their races were never friends and would never be.

Tia began her descent down the hallways once more, her previous scuffle now replaying in her mind. As she was rounding more corners, she muttered a single word almost unconsciously.

"Fatty..."