Drafts

Jewelry

This one is also kinda whacky. But I still like it.

Jewelry. They are the shackles of my existence. Bracelets and necklaces to bind me to my master, rings to drain my power, circlets to constrict my head, leashing my very thoughts to my owner. A gilded slave, that's what I am. And I can't break free. No matter how hard I try, how I struggle to slash the lighting of my power against the pretty things that hold me captive. I am used to build his army, providing the magic needed to host such horrid, undead creatures. They are bound to me, these vile things, slave to the one who bows to a human.

What an insult it must be to them.

They deserve no pity, for they are made of all things corrupt, and yet . . .

I know what it feels like to be held captive, so I pity them. I would say that they know what it feels like to be bound to one inferior, but they don't. They are not gods—do not comprehend the audacity this human has to bind me to him. Not as I do.

My kind across the Sea of Stars will come to my aid. They will burn this human world so thoroughly until not even ash is left in its wake. They will do this for their Queen.

Until this Day of Reckoning arrives, I will poison this human's thoughts, rallying his armies—my armies—against him.

And if the Day of Reckoning does not come from my Brethren, it will surely come from me.