Hosted by The Golden Eagle for her two year blogaversary, this blogfest gave me the impetus I needed to spend some time with my villainess from The Crystal Sword.
Sihrqayya
surveyed the map of Aratir with cold calculation. Flags, stained with the blood
of her enemies, were pinned to every country where she ruled through her
followers.
On the
continent of Nornen, a lone brown flag flew alongside the flag of Septily. That
brown flag represented the traitor. Sihrqayya let out a hiss as the
multifaceted crystal on her neck chain glowed red on one side. She tapped the
crystal with her magic, and a beam of light shot out of it and coalesced into
an image of King Alexandros cowering in his chambers. “You have finished your
work?” she asked.
He
trembled and curled the sleeves of his robe in his fingers. “No, Sihrqayya, I
wanted your leave to start.”
Sihrqayya
went hot with rage. “You have had my orders for two weeks. What has caused this
delay? Your son?”
King
Alexandros nervously twitched his head down and then up. “I had a vision.”
“A
vision more important than the reward you seek from me, and the task I gave to
you?”
“No, my
lady, but I thought my son might cause me trouble if –
“Don’t lie to me,” she snarled. “Attack
the Triune Halls at once, or I shall punish you severely.” She touched a spot
on her wrist, and Alexandros writhed in pain.
“Yes, dark mistress,” he gasped.
With another tap of power, Sihrqayya closed the speaking
spell, and rang a bell in her war room.
Charlissa, her trusted servant, came at once.
“Pack my travel bag and make ready my mount. The situation
in Skycliff needs my personal touch.”
