I sat on my throne, gold embedded and gem filled my throne room was. The room was filled with fresh oxygen that felt delicious and new, as vibrant as the sun. My fingers tightened around my crown as it lay on my lap. I wore a long white dress that clung to my body a necklace wrapped around my entire neck. I could smell my fellow servants waiting at the outside doors as I was left alone embracing my new victory. Earth was finally ours.
Long snow white hair dragged on the ground as I paced towards the large window like walls that showed me a very pleasurable sight. My first conquer that belongs to my kind, as humans would like to call us. Aliens.
“Madam, people have broken the barrier. They ran to the decaying canyons,” My servant appeared at the doorway, elegant and sturdy. His dark charcoal eyes glared down at me, his face almost as pale as mine. He wore the attire of a butler. My ears pepped at the news as I smiled to myself.
“A rebellion?” My eyes slid towards the door my crystal blue as the gleamed with ideas. My brain ran with ideas of torture, slavery, and of course death itself. My smile widened giving a gruesome effect my eyes were tainted with bloodlust. My servant’s mouth twitched upward, amused with my declaration of excitement.
“Do you want to destroy them this early? You should at least give the gross creatures some hope.” Leroy cackled at his own words, my servant sure knew how to humor me.%3span>
“It’s one of those, it’s an alien! Kill it! She was probably the one who killed all of those people!” A man screamed out pointing a finger at my unnatural tattoos. A dragon tattoo formed over my cheek bones as I felt the burning sensation of the healing process.
My cut was too deep to heal quickly; I won’t be able to get out of here alive. I guess I’m stupid, to not think to check for survivors. To think I didn’t rip their heads off one by one to collect as a proving of our species’ power, I really am stupid. My smile widened as I saw myself being pulled and chained as the man who thought me as a human with compassion now looked down at me with disgust and hate.
“Call down the leader. We’ve captured an alien Warrior.” Men and women yelled for their leader, some even leaving the crowd to find the leader. I laughed louder; I didn’t even kill the leader. People wiped me more to make sure my powers would stay as low as possible; no one would have been able to touch me if I hadn’t harmed myself. Being in such dry place also doesn’t help me.
The crowd grew still as I looked through my bloody hair I stared up a masculine man, dirty and as tattered as the rest. His eyes glared down at me, golden ember sparkled in his deep dark brown eyes. His hair was wet and reached his broad shoulders, the brown hair looked almost blond if it didn’t have so much mud in it. I could feel his hatred multiply over the rest. He was most definitely the leader of the rebellion.
“Who do you work for, alien?” He stomped on my head as I abruptly dropped face down into the bloodied dirt. I could feel his strength radiate off of his steaming body, I wished for the cold so very much.
“No other than the king and queen themselves.” I laughed out spitting blood on his dark stained shoes. He spat on me in retort, my bloodstained hair was tainted with disrespect and mucus. I could feel anger course through my veins like cold spikes, my tattoos grew ice cold as I felt them glow a pure white. “Stop healing.” With a large kick to my new wound I moaned in pain, I felt so weak.
“I could shred you to pieces with one spell if it wasn’t for your poorly made swords.” I yelled out, men and woman stepped back in fear as I heard crying from all sorts of directions. The only comfort I had was the cries of the children and the earth’s dirt itself. The man kneeled down to my eye level as if we were equal.
My eyes widened in shock as he glided his hands down my waist, his hands hotter than the canyons themselves. With a quick movement he had my precious sword in his hands, I cried out jerking my body. People held onto me tighter as they moaned out in pain from my harsh and strong movement. I glared up at him, feeling as if I was the servant and he was the ruler.