My Black Heart

Chapter Eleven

Elsa's Point of View

For a few days I can become a monster. San, Jordan and Oliver left me alone for their own safety. I knew exactly what they were up to of course. The latest news was that Oliver had won San and Jordan together in a two on one fight, which pleased me. It was always handy to have such a talented warrior. Even San and Jordan were not bad warriors. I had often paced around my room for hours on end, thinking of what Robin could possibly be doing and who on earth that wimpy girl was. The most important thing that I had discovered from my alone time was what my revenge would me. I had decided not to just get revenge on my annoying traitor of a brother, but on the whole of the lands. They deserved what was coming to them, and boy was I going to enjoy it.

Today I was going to inflict my revenge. I felt powerful, completely and fully recharged. It was going to be fantastically beautiful, and I knew it. Firstly though, I called San, Oliver and Jordan to my room. Feeling the surprise in their minds as I called, I realised that I had treated them horrendously these past few days. Well, it was time to make it up to them all, and this was just the right way to do it.

As usual, San walked through the door first. His eyes were lined with grey smudges suggesting that he had not slept in a long while. I guessed that he had been worried about me. His appearance was somewhat cold, as he was dressed all in black. The look suited him, I appraised. Secondly, was Jordan. His curly hair bounced around his shoulders and his cheeks were pink. It looked as if he had been running. I smiled at him and he bowed his head. Finally, in came Oliver. He looked calm and controlled as if he hadn't just run all the way up the stairs to my room. I smiled at him also, and he looked happy that I was at peace with myself again. When all three of them were together, they bowed again. I nodded my head in return to them.

            "Was there something you needed us for, my lady?" Oliver asked me. I grinned devilishly and saw their faces pale.

            "What are you planning, my lady?" San wondered. I just smiled again to their disappointment and my amusement.

            "Is there something wrong, my lady?" Jordan questioned. I would leave them waiting for what I had planned as long as I could.

            "I am sorry for being such a pain these past few days," I explained and I smiled to myself as I saw each mouth drop open in surprise.

            "It is nothing, my lady," all three said simultaneously.

            "No matter, I felt the need to apologise," I said to them, and each one's open mouth changed into a wide grin.

            "Now there is something I need to ask of you..." I began. Each wide grin changed into matching looks of horror as I explained my devious plan.

Leaving my castle in the hands of them all had been a big decision, but my revenge must be undertaken alone. I wore a long black robe which had a hood so nobody would recognise me. My hair was tied back into a bun, out of the way as I would need to see clearly to carry out the revenge accurately. To my annoyance, I was carrying a sword. Oliver had said that it was for the best. I could use a sword; my father had taught me from a young age. Thoughts of my father vanished from my mind, it was a weakness, and I wasn't going to let it invade the clearness that I had created for my revenge.

Instead of walking, I created a board of elements under my feet to travel by. There was a reasonably long journey ahead of me and I didn't particularly want to walk it. My element board was made of air as that was the fastest element. Usually I would combine them all, but it would take too much energy. Once in the sky, I looked down below me to see that I was above a forest. The trees were so dense that I could not see the forest floor, so I kept on travelling at a lightning speed. I thanked air as I sped through the skies, because it really was doing me proud.

About two hours passed before I reached my destination. About a mile out, I landed myself onto a path to lead me into a village. As quick as I could without seeming conspicuous, I walked along the path. I came to the edge of the village and spotted a house that had an old exterior near to a river. The river had a sense of magical presence, but I ignored it with my mind being distracted by other more important things. Pulling up my hood again, I strolled through the town gates, pleased with myself that none of the guards stopped me as I did. The King really should have invested in more magician guards - normal guards could not sense any type of magic, they could only see it when it was being used.

My next step was to find a way into the castle. It was a dangerous thing to do seeing as all of the population hated me. Suddenly, I spotted a woman carrying a bundle of clothes. She was making her way from the washrooms, so I guessed that she had probably been washing clothes. I changed my accent, and asked her a question.

            "Excuse me, ma'am? You don't happen to know where I can find someone who can direct me into the castle?" I asked. She looked shocked, but agreed to my terms. Whilst I was talking to her, I figured out who she was.

We walked passed an alleyway at the side of the castle, and forcefully, I shoved her into the wall. She screamed but I cast a silence spell around us so only I could hear her scream. I loved to hear people scream. Their pain healed my own. Finally, I got a little bored with the repetitiveness of her pathetic attempts to escape.

            "Now for the climax," I muttered to her whilst her eyes widened in horror.

            "You're the - you're the Black Witch!" she screamed. I smiled evilly, enjoying her discovery. Before she could say anything else, I sent my party trick ball of the four elements into her chest and laughed a cackle of triumph as I watched her slump against the wall. Part one of revenge completed. Before I left, I put on her clothes. It was perfect luck that she had been who I had thought she was. It worked to my plan brilliantly.

Now dressed in servant's clothes, I looked less suspicious. Luckily the servants always wore hats over their hair so my ebony black would not give away my identity. Easily, without even a second glance from the guards, I swept into the castle carrying the clothes that the woman was. Nobody asked any questions to my amazement, so I carried on walking like it was my daily business.

Finally, I found the room which was most awaited. It was an overly fancy thing of a door with swirls of gold over it and a gold doorknocker. Why would such a room need a doorknocker? I laughed at the pompous extravagance of it all. Just like my victim, I chuckled to myself. As silent as I could possible make it, I opened the door without a knock. Inside it was just as exaggerated as I expected - the room must cost more than the King spends on his lands, I thought to myself. The walls were painted ivory and the carpet was plush and soft. In the centre of the room was a large four poster beds, and there, snoring in the centre, was the man that was going to die. But I was not going to kill a sleeping man. Slowly, I walked along the carpet to the edge of the bed, and then shook the man awake.

Horrified, he looked up at me as if I was insane.

            "Petunia why did you wake me so early?" he groaned angrily, staring at me. It was mid-afternoon. He called this early? How did Petunia ever put up with his annoying arrogance?

            "It is not early," I grumbled in an accent as close as I could get it to Petunia's, the woman I had gladly murdered.

            "You usually do not wake me for another hour," he moaned. "But I guess I should get up. Have you heard any news of the idiot?" he asked me. I looked at him in horror, who on earth was the idiot? I disliked this man even more than I had done previously. "Petunia how slow witted are you? Has the Black Witch murdered the stupid person who took the Quest to assassinate her yet?" I looked at him in anger. Someone else had taken on the Quest I was all too fond of? His arrogance angered me greatly. I was doing the lands a good thing by murdering this man.

Slowly, I took off the hat that was hiding my hair to reveal the long, black hair hid behind it. The man's sleepy eyes widened with horror. I cast the silence spell so nobody could hear his pathetic screams.

            "The idiot is not dead yet," I whispered into his ear. "But another idiot is going to die now." I threw one of the most powerful attacks I had ever used out of my hands until it hit him full in the chest. He howled in pain as his head smacked against the bed's mattress, the force of my attack making the mattress seem like solid concrete. His eyes rolled in their sockets, and when I was sure his arrogant heart had stopped beating, I swept out of the room, grinning at the fact that Prince Paul of the lands was heading towards the horrifying halls of hell.