As Cold As Death
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As Cold As Death
by Malicious Nightmares 12/21/2009, 4:07 pm
Prologue~
A young warrior leaped past the trees, her two blades at hand. Out of all that was clear, only a minor amount of things were not as clear as others. One of them was her face. Her hood was cast over her face, only allowing the streaks of blood from her eyes to her cheeks visible, and the tints of red in her eyes, that glowed like the midnight moon. The second, was what she'd killed. A clear thing was the fact that her blade had seem to be used to murder something.. or someone. Tints, streaks, patches and such of blood covered both blades. The edges, the tips- all covered in blood. Beast blood.. human blood.. elf blood.. animal blood. Multiple strands of her pure black hair seemed to be visible, though it wasn't too clear considering her cloak had also been a pure and jet black.
"As Cold As Death." she whispered, darkly, as she lept onto another branch, and just stood there, expressionless.
"Who did you kill, now?" a voice asked, as a shadowed figure made its way under her branch.
The warrior hesitated before answering. She turned her head away, dropping her two blades.
The figure caught both blades, carefully examining the blood on the blade.
"Mmph." The warrior said, simply.
The figure looked up, once, before turning its gaze back at the blood. "The Prince?" she asked, looking back up at the warrior, her gaze turning sad. "You killed my son?"
"I had no other choice." she snapped quickly, jumping off of the branch and landing in front of the figure.
The figure handed the warrior her two swords, before reaching over and pushing the warrior's hood back. "B- But why, my warrior?" she asked, her hand on the warrior's shoulder. "Why.. Zureya? Why did you do this?"
"I had no other choice!!" she repeated, angered. "I had to kill him.." her voice was almost too quiet to hear. "I'm sorry." she finished, her voice impossible to hear, this time.
"Why did you kill him!?" the figure shouted, her voice roaring through the forest.
The warrior's expression turned annoyed, as she stabbed a blade through the figure. Her gaze turned cold, and a wicked, yet evil, smirk curled onto her face, replacing her annoyed expression- her expression had turned evil and dark. "Here's a tip, you old hag. I'm just as cold as death itself. I'm just as dark as the midnight sky. So, next time, you'll learn to shut up- If there even is a next time." the warrior warned. Her wicked smirk curled into a deadly grin, as she turned around and left the figure to die.
The figure grew motionless, until it went limp.
"Your kingdom, my dear. Can I take it from you?" the warrior asked, stopping then and there. Her deadly grin turned darker. "Oh, that's right. Your dead. I guess I'll take that as a yes." she chuckled evily before continuing her tracks. She was heading straight for the kingdom.
A pitched scream waved through the warrior's mind, voices calling her name, voices saying; "Why..? Why..? WHY...!?" and others saying; "How dare you.."
But among those voices, she only recognized one voice- the voice of the prince.
"I thought you loved me.." he whispered.
The sound of his voice, made her regret her actions. She'd once loved the prince, until what he'd done. He did foul actions, causing his sister, the princess, to be the next in line for the throne, instead.
"I was to claim you as my Queen, the Queen I'd love.." he added, his voice so faint.
I know, the warrior thought. But.. your sister was to take the throne instead, once your parents moved down. And it was your fault, for killing your own father.
"Yes, but, you and me.. we could have killed my sister. Then together, we'd rule the kingdom.. Zureya.. tell me the truth.. what is the real reason? Why did you really kill me, my love?"
The warrior gazed up into the sky, stopping her tracks. The reason is not to be told, my prince. she replied simply, letting out a deep sigh before she continued her tracks. Now please. For my sake, leave me alone and- she was cut off as the prince's voice spoke up.
"And what? Lend you my power, even though I am dead? And why should I? You betrayed me."
Then, my prince. Leave me. Leave me alone. Haunt me if you must. her gaze grew cold again, as she let out a soft growl.
The voice of the prince did as it was told, but whispered one more thing in her mind, before it and the other voices left;
"I'll love you even after what you did."
I regret my actions.. she replied, though the voice had left before it could hear her very words.
Chapter 1~
"My Queen?" a servant called, entering the room where her queen layed in bed. A bright and warm smile was among her pale face. Her skin had always been pale, though it wasn't as pale as the skin of an ill child, though is was quite close.
"Yes?" Zureya asked, sitting up, and gazing at her servant. She yawned once and stretched before looking back at the servant.
The servant hesitated for a few moments before taking a few silent steps towards her queen. "You haven't noticed any strange things going on, these days.. have you?" she asked, a saddened look upon her face. She seemed to have been on the verge of tears.
"Hmm? Strange things? Like what?" Zureya clearly had no idea of what had been going on in her kingdom- the kingdom she'd taken over not too long ago.
"Well.. most of the townsfolk and servants.. and guards.. and warriors and whatnot have been getting ill. Therefor, many have been dying. Don't you find it strange?"
"How is it strange?" she began, crossing her arms, and tilting her head slightly on one side. "That's life. In life, you get ill. In life.. you die."
"Yes but.. you don't die hundreds at a time.."
"Yes you do. There are millions of people in this world, and in other worlds. That's hundreds dying each day." the queen snapped, her gaze growing cold.
"Yes but-"
"Leave. Now."
"R- Right.." the servant nodded, before her smile faded to a frown and she began to walk out of the room and down the flight of stairs. "I knew I should have rejected her as queen. I was what caused the majority to accept her. I was that one servant who changed the vote. Mmrgh.." she angrily began stomping down the stairs, and into the kitchen, until another servant pulled her back.
"Something wrong?" he asked. No one had known so, but this servant was among the ill, his skin had always been pale, even more then hers, so no one could truly tell when he was ill.
"N- No.." she lied quickly, pulling away from his grasp.
"I know something's wrong, and I have a bad feeling that its the queen's fault that your this angered."
"Just leave me alone." she insisted, pleading for him to stop so, immediatly.
He sighed heavily and nodded. "As you wish." he said, before walking away.
"Eh hem. Now, we shall see who's among the ill." a warrior declared, standing between all the guards and servants. He took numerous steps, until he stood in front of them all. He began from one end, and went to the other, examining each and every single one of them.
"You." he said. "You." he said. "You." he said. "Aaannddd.. you." each and every time he'd said 'you', it indicated someone who was ill. He sent them up, to the area where they'd have doctors and such, who'd attempt to find a cure.
The palest of the servants looked down, hiding his face.
The warrior reached him, and placed a finger under his chin, raising his head a little. He growled, as he immediatly recognized the servant. "Your the pale kid, I assume." he said, carefully examining him.
The servant gulped, then nodded.
The warrior moved his finger away from the servant's chin and grinned widely. "Ill? Hmm? Not ill? Hmm.." he began to think, wondering if the servant was ill, or not.
"Not ill." he concluded at last, though he wasn't even too sure about himself.
"Sir," a guard said, standing beside the warrior. "The doctor wants to see.. him." the guard said, pointing towards the pale servant.
"Hm? Alright then.." the warrior nodded, and gave the servant a push towards the guard.
Once arrived to the doctor's room, the servant sat on a chair, as the doctor approached him.
The doctor carefully examined him, and let out a deep and heavy sigh.
"Definately ill." the doctor concluded. "And the worst illness, yet."
A young warrior leaped past the trees, her two blades at hand. Out of all that was clear, only a minor amount of things were not as clear as others. One of them was her face. Her hood was cast over her face, only allowing the streaks of blood from her eyes to her cheeks visible, and the tints of red in her eyes, that glowed like the midnight moon. The second, was what she'd killed. A clear thing was the fact that her blade had seem to be used to murder something.. or someone. Tints, streaks, patches and such of blood covered both blades. The edges, the tips- all covered in blood. Beast blood.. human blood.. elf blood.. animal blood. Multiple strands of her pure black hair seemed to be visible, though it wasn't too clear considering her cloak had also been a pure and jet black.
"As Cold As Death." she whispered, darkly, as she lept onto another branch, and just stood there, expressionless.
"Who did you kill, now?" a voice asked, as a shadowed figure made its way under her branch.
The warrior hesitated before answering. She turned her head away, dropping her two blades.
The figure caught both blades, carefully examining the blood on the blade.
"Mmph." The warrior said, simply.
The figure looked up, once, before turning its gaze back at the blood. "The Prince?" she asked, looking back up at the warrior, her gaze turning sad. "You killed my son?"
"I had no other choice." she snapped quickly, jumping off of the branch and landing in front of the figure.
The figure handed the warrior her two swords, before reaching over and pushing the warrior's hood back. "B- But why, my warrior?" she asked, her hand on the warrior's shoulder. "Why.. Zureya? Why did you do this?"
"I had no other choice!!" she repeated, angered. "I had to kill him.." her voice was almost too quiet to hear. "I'm sorry." she finished, her voice impossible to hear, this time.
"Why did you kill him!?" the figure shouted, her voice roaring through the forest.
The warrior's expression turned annoyed, as she stabbed a blade through the figure. Her gaze turned cold, and a wicked, yet evil, smirk curled onto her face, replacing her annoyed expression- her expression had turned evil and dark. "Here's a tip, you old hag. I'm just as cold as death itself. I'm just as dark as the midnight sky. So, next time, you'll learn to shut up- If there even is a next time." the warrior warned. Her wicked smirk curled into a deadly grin, as she turned around and left the figure to die.
The figure grew motionless, until it went limp.
"Your kingdom, my dear. Can I take it from you?" the warrior asked, stopping then and there. Her deadly grin turned darker. "Oh, that's right. Your dead. I guess I'll take that as a yes." she chuckled evily before continuing her tracks. She was heading straight for the kingdom.
A pitched scream waved through the warrior's mind, voices calling her name, voices saying; "Why..? Why..? WHY...!?" and others saying; "How dare you.."
But among those voices, she only recognized one voice- the voice of the prince.
"I thought you loved me.." he whispered.
The sound of his voice, made her regret her actions. She'd once loved the prince, until what he'd done. He did foul actions, causing his sister, the princess, to be the next in line for the throne, instead.
"I was to claim you as my Queen, the Queen I'd love.." he added, his voice so faint.
I know, the warrior thought. But.. your sister was to take the throne instead, once your parents moved down. And it was your fault, for killing your own father.
"Yes, but, you and me.. we could have killed my sister. Then together, we'd rule the kingdom.. Zureya.. tell me the truth.. what is the real reason? Why did you really kill me, my love?"
The warrior gazed up into the sky, stopping her tracks. The reason is not to be told, my prince. she replied simply, letting out a deep sigh before she continued her tracks. Now please. For my sake, leave me alone and- she was cut off as the prince's voice spoke up.
"And what? Lend you my power, even though I am dead? And why should I? You betrayed me."
Then, my prince. Leave me. Leave me alone. Haunt me if you must. her gaze grew cold again, as she let out a soft growl.
The voice of the prince did as it was told, but whispered one more thing in her mind, before it and the other voices left;
"I'll love you even after what you did."
I regret my actions.. she replied, though the voice had left before it could hear her very words.
Chapter 1~
"My Queen?" a servant called, entering the room where her queen layed in bed. A bright and warm smile was among her pale face. Her skin had always been pale, though it wasn't as pale as the skin of an ill child, though is was quite close.
"Yes?" Zureya asked, sitting up, and gazing at her servant. She yawned once and stretched before looking back at the servant.
The servant hesitated for a few moments before taking a few silent steps towards her queen. "You haven't noticed any strange things going on, these days.. have you?" she asked, a saddened look upon her face. She seemed to have been on the verge of tears.
"Hmm? Strange things? Like what?" Zureya clearly had no idea of what had been going on in her kingdom- the kingdom she'd taken over not too long ago.
"Well.. most of the townsfolk and servants.. and guards.. and warriors and whatnot have been getting ill. Therefor, many have been dying. Don't you find it strange?"
"How is it strange?" she began, crossing her arms, and tilting her head slightly on one side. "That's life. In life, you get ill. In life.. you die."
"Yes but.. you don't die hundreds at a time.."
"Yes you do. There are millions of people in this world, and in other worlds. That's hundreds dying each day." the queen snapped, her gaze growing cold.
"Yes but-"
"Leave. Now."
"R- Right.." the servant nodded, before her smile faded to a frown and she began to walk out of the room and down the flight of stairs. "I knew I should have rejected her as queen. I was what caused the majority to accept her. I was that one servant who changed the vote. Mmrgh.." she angrily began stomping down the stairs, and into the kitchen, until another servant pulled her back.
"Something wrong?" he asked. No one had known so, but this servant was among the ill, his skin had always been pale, even more then hers, so no one could truly tell when he was ill.
"N- No.." she lied quickly, pulling away from his grasp.
"I know something's wrong, and I have a bad feeling that its the queen's fault that your this angered."
"Just leave me alone." she insisted, pleading for him to stop so, immediatly.
He sighed heavily and nodded. "As you wish." he said, before walking away.
"Eh hem. Now, we shall see who's among the ill." a warrior declared, standing between all the guards and servants. He took numerous steps, until he stood in front of them all. He began from one end, and went to the other, examining each and every single one of them.
"You." he said. "You." he said. "You." he said. "Aaannddd.. you." each and every time he'd said 'you', it indicated someone who was ill. He sent them up, to the area where they'd have doctors and such, who'd attempt to find a cure.
The palest of the servants looked down, hiding his face.
The warrior reached him, and placed a finger under his chin, raising his head a little. He growled, as he immediatly recognized the servant. "Your the pale kid, I assume." he said, carefully examining him.
The servant gulped, then nodded.
The warrior moved his finger away from the servant's chin and grinned widely. "Ill? Hmm? Not ill? Hmm.." he began to think, wondering if the servant was ill, or not.
"Not ill." he concluded at last, though he wasn't even too sure about himself.
"Sir," a guard said, standing beside the warrior. "The doctor wants to see.. him." the guard said, pointing towards the pale servant.
"Hm? Alright then.." the warrior nodded, and gave the servant a push towards the guard.
Once arrived to the doctor's room, the servant sat on a chair, as the doctor approached him.
The doctor carefully examined him, and let out a deep and heavy sigh.
"Definately ill." the doctor concluded. "And the worst illness, yet."
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Re: As Cold As Death
by shadowsowner888 12/21/2009, 4:23 pm
Woah. Good job! o.0 I wanna find out what happens.
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Re: As Cold As Death
by Malicious Nightmares 12/21/2009, 4:29 pm
*goes to add more* Sorry, I was kicked off, so I couldn't write the rest.. but.. off to write it, now! 
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Re: As Cold As Death
by catbuster 12/22/2009, 11:18 pm
Awshome, just don't forget the fantasy and maturity ratings!!
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Re: As Cold As Death
by shadowsowner888 12/22/2009, 11:22 pm
Ooh, yesh, what Cat said. xD
Lovely job! ^^
Btw, I was looking in this Target catalog, and guess what I saw? WWE action figures. xD
Lovely job! ^^
Btw, I was looking in this Target catalog, and guess what I saw? WWE action figures. xD
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Re: As Cold As Death
by Malicious Nightmares 12/23/2009, 11:13 pm
Wow. HOW COULD I FORGET!? o_O Going to add the ratings.
Added the ratings.
[In the description. Like I always do..]
Oh and.. were talking about a bloody.. violent... fantasy stories. and you mention WWE actions figures? XD Anyways, I'd want one. :3
Added the ratings.
[In the description. Like I always do..]Oh and.. were talking about a bloody.. violent... fantasy stories. and you mention WWE actions figures? XD Anyways, I'd want one. :3
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Re: As Cold As Death
by shadowsowner888 12/24/2009, 9:46 am
You gotta have them at the top of the thread and the description, so ya know. 
Lol, well, isn't WWE bloody and violent? xD
Lol, well, isn't WWE bloody and violent? xD
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by Malicious Nightmares 12/24/2009, 12:23 pm
Oh. XP I'll do that later. I have to go, now, anyways.
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Re: As Cold As Death
by Malicious Nightmares 12/24/2009, 12:23 pm
Oh and.. yeah. WWE is. But it isn't bloody, really... anymore..
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