The Other Side Of The Wall
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The Queen looked at me, her silver steel gaze locked onto my Sacred Pool eyes below her. My mother. Cold, unwavering. She sat on her throne and patiently waited the arrival of the Four Kings. The Seeing Court. They were coming to discuss my fate. I had broken the treaty. The one that was set years upon years ago. When my mother had become The Queen of the Faerie territory. I had broken the treaty with four others who also stood here. Bound behind our backs on our knees glaring up at my mother. In her eyes we were the traitors. To Faerie I was a traitor. . . all of us were. However, they didn't know what I knew. They didn't see what my ruthless mother had been doing. I guess those secrets would be taken to the grave. So many, so many would die for her never ending thirst for power. He was all I had. And that's what she had done. Monster. I would kill her. If it's the last action I'd ever take. It would be far worth it. Her blood would spill.
The giant wooden door creaked open as we all awaited the verdict our end...
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