𝔼𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤

prologue: about two years ago...

"Your majesty!" The general burst through the doors to the throne room, face clouded over with worry.

"What, General?" Queen Scarlette of the Avarans rose from her throne irritably, knowing she was about to learn of new incompetence.

The general flinched at her words, knowing this was the wrong day to give her the bad news. "The sorceress... she's escaped." He braced himself for her rage, which on good days, was as powerful as a hurricane.

The queen's eyes narrowed with fury, her glare like a serpent. "She's...escaped," she growled. She took a deep breath in, appearing to try to calm herself at least a little bit before erupting at the general.

"Now, how in Vivix did she manage to escape?" she snarled bitterly. "I have an army to prevent escapes like this, not allow them to happen."

"O-of course, y-your m-majesty." The general stuttered, eyes wide with fear.

"Well, then? Care to explain what happened?" she yelled.

"W-well, we w-went to c-check o-on the p-prisoners a-and she- w-was g-gone!" he said timidly.

"Well, well, well. You don't even know how she did it, just that she did. And now she's probably on her way back to Roria." she muttered. She turned to the left towards her royal guards. 

"Guards! Schedule his execution." she roared.

"W-wait!" His plea rang out in the room as the guards moved towards him. Ignoring his cries, they dragged him out of the room, swords pointing towards his throat the whole way.

The large platinum doors shut ominously behind him, the sound echoing in the near-empty throne room.

She tapped her fingers on the arm of her throne impatiently, sitting back down. Her hand instinctively went to the pendant on her throat, a red garnet glistening in the firelight. This necklace wasn't ordinary, it was the famous Garnet Dragoness, one of two powerful stones that gave incredible power and abilities to the wearer. She absent-mindedly ran her fingers over the stone, the warmth fueling her rage. Even though she wasn't a direct descendant of Queen Avara, the first owner of the necklace, she still wore it, as every queen did."Mark my words, sorceress." she hissed bitterly. "The next time you return to my palace, I will be ready." She smiled, thinking of revenge. "And no matter what spell is cast, it will be your last."