Flare

A scream broke the silence of the land,scattering the animals that grazed peacefully in the fields, scaring the woodland creatures to which they would run to their small houses in the canopy of the trees, waiting for the darkness, that they thought was meant for them. Some creatures,such as goblins,vampires, or even werewolves,would search in blood-lust for whatever caused the scream, too bad when they found out what caused it ,it would be too late to fix their mistake.Even the most powerful beings knew just by the energy that came from the area around the scream, that this wasn't anything to be messes with. But the one creature,the one arrogant race that wouldn't even think twice about the scream would be the mundanes.Or mortals if you prefer that..Such arrogant fools. Thinking that nothing can stop them..When in reality anything, anyone around them, could destroy their race in one week max.

They're just lucky that some of those creatures stay hidden, or don't even care anymore...as long at the mortals keep to themselves doing whatever daily work that needs to be done, going on with their lives, so too we do the same. For the most part, most of the mortals have been doing just that...Most of them.

A few miles from the nearby village, laid a girl. A mortal none of the less. She was laying on her back, fear obvious in her eyes, as she looked like she was being held down by some..force. You see, on a normal day, if you saw her you would automatically see her as beautiful. Perfect small angular jaw, sparkling blue eyes, soft flowing blonde hair, flawless tan skin, perfect curves that made all the boys in the village filled with lust.

Too bad her personality was an ugly witch.

Taking food from the poor, making all the farmer's children cry, or anyone who she thought wasn't..a Merchant's Child..But as you see, I mentioned that this would have been on a normal day..Today was anything but normal.

Today her hair was matted with dirt and blood. Her usual flawless skin was now ruined with bruises and scratches, not to mention the long deep cut down her arm bleeding like a river on the green meadow grass.

Her usual bright blue eyes, that would gleamed with a mocking, deceiving sparkle, now gleamed with fear. She looked so helpless on the grass, like a poor young fawn caught in a hunter's way. It was quite a beautiful sight for those who know how evil she could be.

"P-Please!" She cried out pathetically. "I-m sorry, I-" She was interrupted by a hard slap to her cheek, causing the tear she was holding back to fall.

"What did I say about talking?" An eerily calm feminine voice said slowly.

The owner of the voice sat to the right of the mortal girl. Though it was hard to tell in the dim lighting of the sunset, you could somewhat see the figure, confirming that it was indeed a woman. "Now...where were we? Ah yes! I remember.." The woman said slowly, as she grabbed something from her cloak. A dagger. The dagger has a faint blue tint to it, giving off an ancient arua. The blade of the dagger looked twisted, resembling a root of a tree, some runes lining the dagger.

A whimper came from the girl as the dagger poked slightly into her untouched belly button, drawing a drop of red crimson blood.

"P-Please! Why are you d-doing this?" The mortal stuttered as the dagger sank slowly into her. Abruptly the dagger stopped moving, and an eerie laugh came from the woman.

"You foolish mortal. You don't remember me?" The woman said, bring her head up to the mortal's as she pushed her hooded cloak away from her face, giving the mortal a clear view. The mortal gasped, and squirmed more frequently as the memories came back to her, but stilled at the tip of the dagger met her belly wound again.

The woman smirked. "Ah, so now you remember? You remember all the lies, and pain, don't you? You remember me, Don't you.. Stella." The woman spat the mortal's name as if it were venom in her mouth. "You know.. I always envied you. All the success your family had with their merchant business, your father the King's carpenter. Must have been nice..And you. So young and pretty, having all the boys in the palm of your hand." The woman laughs a bit, "I need for God's sake, your name even meant Star. How ironic. I mean anyone with those gifts could use it for either good or evil." The woman's voice started to become more grave as she continued speaking. "Sadly you choose the latter... Tell me, what pleasure do you get from hearing the children cry. Cry out as you mock them. As you took all they had, and just threw it in their face as if it was nothing.." Stella began to say something, but was quickly silenced as the woman kept speaking. "Tell me Stella...Do you believe in fairytales?" The woman said.