Princess Amara

Chapter Forty-Two

Vikkan's power wrapped around mine, just like his hand was, and as gentle as he was, it tugged mine along. 

Our power twirled and twisted through the air, striking through body after body, just as our swords did. 

Where we turned, bodies dropped. 

I could hear our army attacking just as we worked to thin and confuse the enemy from inside the line. 

And it was working. 

It really was. 

Then they stepped out. 

There were three of them. 

One with long red hair and light blue skin, another with short black hair and pale cream skin, and the last had a shaved head with dark green skin.

All dressed like the worked in a strip club. 

Jameson's generals. 

I stepped towards them, a smirk on my face, "damnit, am I over dressed again?" I laughed, as they all stood in formation with booty short and tight shirts. "Did you guys rob a children's clothing store? Or is that just the uniform?" 

The one with the shaved head stepped forwards, "you will die for what you did to Ginora. We will bathe in your blood, bitch" she snarled, fury across her face. 

Vikkan growled from beside me, his nails elongating as he face them. His canines showing as he growled wildly. 

"Are we supposed to be afraid of him?" the red head laughed. "He could hardly defeat Ginora without your help."

I smiled brightly, "yes, but that was before" I sighed leaning down on the hilt of my sword, the other over my shoulder. 

The red head snarled, "before what?" 

"You see, slut squad, my attractive man here was using his power to protect every man in his unit, as well as throwing his power out to know your location, and on top of all of that, he was holding back. Guess what it is that I told him to do?" I snorted. 

Just as a spear of darkness went flying before embedding itself into the red heads chest, she combusted into black dust immediately. 

"Slut squad down one! Now does anyone want to point me in the direction of this super bitch? Names Clora, apparent bestie with douche bag named Jameson? We're trying to kill them too, so if you could just point-" I dove right as a knife went flying for my chest. 

Vikkan moved like a monster, pure darkness engulfed everything like a blink, and then there was screaming. 

My eyes moved to the tent, and the clear path that led there. 

I knew what he wanted me to do. 

I took off, feeling Vikkan's darkness on my back as reassurance, he was with me even when he wasn't. 

I ducked swords and claws, my own swords only extensions of my own hands. 

I stormed up the hill before I shoved open the tent flap. 

There sitting calmly at a desk was a young man. 

No older than thirty, his dirty blonde hair swept back, his blue eyes diligently watching me, as he sat in his chair. 

A simple smile crossed his structured face, his shimmery silver skin, sparkling every time he moved. 

Standing at his side was Clora. 

Looking young and beautiful, not pitiful like she had when I last saw her. 

Her blond hair up in an elegantly braided bun, her skin clear and young, her eyes hazel, so much like the Queen's had been.

"Princess Amara White, I have been waiting for you" Jameson spoke, his voice calm and light as his intelligent eyes watched me. 

He was attractive, in a simple way. 

Not the nefarious asshole I was expecting. 

Hypnotizing in a way. 

"Funny, I heard you were just trying to kill me."

"Why would I kill my Queen?" he asked, a light smile on his face. 

Cue the absolute disgust. 

Did I hear that correctly? 

"You're what?" 

"My Queen, Amara. I've been looking  for a very long time. It was only recently that Clora was able to track you down, and once she reported to me what you did, I knew exactly that it was you I had been looking for. My true Queen." He smiled again, as if we were discussing the weather. 

"Just so we are clear, you sent your bitch to come kill my family and me, you've been wrecking worlds and trying to collect them like baseball cards, and now you expect me to roll over and what? Marry you? Sleep with you? Be your Queen? Give me a fucking break. You men really are not that fucking inventive, are you."

His smile only dipped for a second, but it was long enough to show me he wasn't happy. 

"I knew you would be strong willed, Amara. I knew that, but don't be difficult."

I pointed my sword at him, "you don't know shit."

"I know you. I've known you a long time, Amara. I knew who you would be to me that day sixteen years ago," my blood went cold, "when I heard your screams, felt them inside of me, felt your tears roll down my cheeks. I've known. Do you know what happened here? What you did? The entire Realm shook, as if pain had encompassed its soul. But it was you, Amara. And ever since, I've been preparing for you, for us."

Oh shit. 

The day my Mother died. 

My eyes switched to Clora, "is that why you recruited this fucking psycho?" 

"Clora came to me a long time before I knew of you, back when she was alive, she was looking for power. Which is what I want to give to you, Amara."

 I snorted, "you went to him to what have him kill your own sister, or were you aiming high and you were going to kill my Father?" 

Clora glared, "she was never supposed to be with him."

I huffed, "such a weak piece of shit."

Jameson sighed, "I want the world, Amara, and I want it with you. Us, the two most powerful, but I now realize that you do not plan on making this easy."

I huffed, "no fucking shit, dumbass."

He stood slowly, making his way beside his desk, before he bent down and yanked something up. 

All the air left my lungs. 

There tied up in his arms, was the last person I thought I would see. 

The last person I believed I would ever see. 

My Mother. 

Alive.