Prophecy of the Sorceress

~Prologue~ 20 years ago

"Y-your Majesty," the young man stuttered. "P-please don't d-do this!" King Silas smiled deviously, with a sinister look in his eyes. He was sitting on his golden throne, his feet placed upon the marble floor. Colorful tapestries hung from all four walls, brightening the room. Many guards were stationed by the doors, their eyes lit up by the golden torches resting high above them. King Silas relished in his enormous castle, enjoying the flaming view from the large windows in the throne room. Dark red clouds loomed up in the sky, polluted by the fire down below.

Flamora was by far the most beautiful kingdom in all of Elementia. Silas gestured over to one of the two guards gripping the prisoner. "Recite the crimes that this man has committed." The guard nodded. "Your Majesty, this man is guilty of theft, treason, rebellion, murder, and not to mention the attempted assassination." He handed the list over to the king.

Silas scanned the paper thoughtfully. "I do believe that I know just the right punishment he deserves." He frowned as the prisoner sputtered countless apologies, and in boredom, a blast of fire shot out of Silas's hand, scorching the rebel's tattered shirt.

"P-please!" The man whimpered. "I'll do anything!" Silas raised his hand, already blazing with heat, as he made to finish off the traitor---

"Stop!" A female voice interrupted calmly. "Did you forget to invite someone?"

King Silas sighed angrily, extinguishing the flames. "Lavinia, I was just about to---"

Lavinia snuffed out the flames above Silas, enveloping the king in darkness. "Yes, yes." She slowly emerged from the shadows, with an evil glint in her eyes. "However, I believe that there is something much more important to discuss." Her jet-black hair cascaded over her dark purple cloak, and her emerald green eyes stood out over her pale skin. She was a gorgeous sight to behold, even Silas had to admit it. The sorceress held her glowing purple staff, and a tightly bound scroll, both riveting off.... evil.

Silas immediately rose from his throne, debating on whether or not he should allow Lavinia to leave here alive. Weighing his options, the king rubbed his temple and sat back down.

"What can I do for you?" He asked warily. "As you can see, I have other significant matters to attend to."

"You mean this worthless scoundrel?" Lavinia scoffed. "You really want to waste your energy on him?" With a flick of her wrist, a blood-curdling sound echoed through the room, loud enough for all of the palace to hear. King Silas whipped his head around to see an icy blue flame feeding off of the prisoner, the room with the smell of searing flesh. Silas fought the strong urge to gag, but when he looked down, there was nothing left but ashes. Lavinia smirked.

"As I was saying," she continued, "there is some information that I have acquired that I thought would be useful to you." She carefully unraveled the dusty parchment, leaving Silas with a hint of curiosity. The enchantress's eyes glazed over, and her body appeared lifeless. The king worried about what could be strong and powerful enough to weaken the most indestructible sorceress in Elementia. There was proof of her strength scattered across the floor.

"One with good, the other holds evil, Both share blood possessed by the Devil, Torn apart by the chains that bound them, Killed by the pasts that finally found them."

As those final few words were spoken, Lavinia's eyes reverted back to their usual dark green, and her mouth formed a wicked grin. King Silas shuddered.

"And what exactly does any of this nonsense mean?" He inquired, slowly raising his head to face Lavinia.

"When the time comes, you will know," she mused. And with that, Lavinia thrust her staff in the air, disappearing as she once again became one with the shadows.