So, I wrote this one shot as a part of a challenge. It was presented to me by the AA deities. Don't know who that is? Well, you don't need to. There is no head or tail to this one shot. Read at your own risk...
The Destructive Spell
She stared down at her burning capital from the tallest tower of her fortress. Hail rained down on her but it was not strong enough to cause her any discomfort. She watched with cold cynical eyes as parts of the city exploded periodically. They had wonderful firearms at the enemy's camp. The war had not gone as she had meditated it. The last of her armed ranks was defeated. The river that flowed by her city had turned red with men's blood. She had sent in the slaves first and then the nobles but none of them had won the crown for her. And she had not expected them to. But they had caused enough damage to the enemy's ranks. Killed enough men who dared to rebel against her. And that was enough. She will deal with the rest of them. She was Kria, the queen of the kingdom of kingdoms. The ruler of rulers. She knew how to fine tune her designs to suit the situation. None will snatch the throne from her as only the worthy deserved it. Not her sister. Not anybody in all the worlds.
She heard the patter of hurried feet as her minister came running to the rooftop. He stopped at a safe distance from her. Not daring to venture as close to the edge of the roof as her. Cowards, Kria thought with a wry twist of her lips. This was why she will not give up the throne to anyone. Because all the world seemed to consist of are lily livered pansies. She saw the old man quivering near the doorway, dazed and still on his feet. Her eyes narrowed infinitesimally. "What is it minister? Have you abandoned your etiquette? I am still the queen, am I not?" , she injected enough ice in the words to freeze any man. She saw the old fool's eyes widen a fraction before he dropped to his knees. "Your majesty."
Good,that is how it should be. People not capable enough to govern themselves should be made to submit. "What new reports do you bring me minister?"
The minister looked up to find the queen's gaze on him. He had not the least knowledge on how to break the news to her while keeping his head firmly attached to his body. The news was grave and she will surely behead him when she hears it.
"Your majesty."
"What is it?"
"Your majesty.", the man stammered again. Kria was tired by now.The man was testing her patience and she did not like to be tested. "I know who I am , minister. I asked you for the reports.", the man winced as if struck and spluttered in a choked voice "They have stormed the gates, your majesty. The rebel army will be on us soon."
"Ah, I see. Is that it minister?",the minister blinked at the calm voice of the queen. He had come to expect worse from her fire but he knew to expect far worse from her ice. "Yes, your majesty.", he replied quietly.
"Then you may leave.", she said turning her back on him. She heard the minister withdrawing from the roof. So, her sister had managed to infiltrate the city. It was rather impressive. Atleast, there is one praiseworthy feat she had performed in that insignificant life of hers. The rebels would be upon the fortress soon. She needed to ensure everything was in place.
Within an hour as anticipated, the army came and entered her fortress with cries of vengeance. she heard her men fighting them. She heard their screams as they were killed trying to defend her with their last breath. Honorable worthy men dying for a good cause. What can be a better cause to die for? And finally the cries of the battle died down and was replaced with haunting silence. It was over, it seemed.
The door to her rooftop was thrown open and she turned around to face her sister. She stood there basking in the glory of a battle won. Irisha was as beautiful as Kria remembered her to be.
"I have come to negotiate peace.", she heard her sister say. Kria raised her eyebrow at that. They were not negotiating now, were they? She was being forced to pay homage to an unworthy woman.
"I don't want to fight anymore, Kria. You can hand over the crown to me and we can lead normal lives in peace.", there was a plea in her sister's tone. Did she think to win her over by being soft? Did she consider her a babe?
"You see, Irisha. That is the part of me you never understood. I don't value normal. I prefer to be great.". and with that being said kria pulled out her sceptre from behind her back. She saw the fear register in her sister's eyes.
"You promised me, kria. You promised me you will not use magic in the war.", Irisha managed to get out those words from her suddenly clogged throat. They had made a treaty and her sister was violating it. Irisha was aware that Kria was a far more powerful sorceress than her.
"You see, irisha. The treaty was not to use magic in the war. But the war is over. Your men ended it and you have gained victory. Alas, you will not live long enough to enjoy it."
Irisha's blood ran cold as Kria's words registered with her. "you can't kill me. My men will not let it go."
Kria was not ruffled in the least." I know which is why I don't plan to kill you alone. I will lay to ruin the whole kingdom of Tharn. There is an incantation that can kill everyone within a kingdom. But you would not know that, will you? You always refused to dabble in the forbidden arts. They can come pretty useful, sister mine." She was not the least bit repelledat the thought of laying thousands of innocents to win.
"You can't kill everyone. There will be nothing for you to rule. Kria , How can you kill all of them?"
"You were always weak. They are my people, Irisha. I am their queen . Their lives are for me. We are not commoners. Ours is a destiny far above others. We are not bound by the same morals they are."
"And as far as my rule is concerned. I will rule a far better kingdom than this.", she said.
Kria raised her sceptre up high and uttered thedestructive incantation. And soon within a heartbeat, she was the only living thing under sun. All of the others turned to stone. And she was sure none would challenge her power again. She will sleep now under the cast of her own spell. There will come a day when someone will venture upon this kingdom and break the spell. And then she will rise again and rule the new world.
Present day...
"Reyansh, why are you going out there? We have explored all we could", Sharon's voice came from afar but Reyansh did not stop in his tracks. He was pretty sure that the old ruin in the forest was not just a structure of bricks and stone. He trudged his way to the left tower and climbed the stairs light footed. There were statues everywhere. Probably,the work of a medieval sculptor. This will make him feature in Archaelogical Weekly for sure. But he was yet to discover that one piece. That find of a lifetime. He continued walking until he reached the rooftop of the tower ignoring the shouts of his friends. There were two statues here of very beautiful women. But one of them was frightful in its lifelike appearance. Her beauty was mesmerising but there was something terrible in it. This here will he his most magnificient find.There was a old sceptre lying near her, probably a piece of the beautiful artwork. An overwhelming urge to pick up the sceptre overcame him. And with that in mind, he stretched his hands towards it...
Wait, you guys actually read the whole thing??? Bravo!!!!! Even I could not bring myself to read the whole thing. Yes, this is an one shot, not a fic. Was that cold and manipulative enough Anks???? Anyways, feel free to curse me. I have not really put that much effort into it. So, yeah the crappiness is my fault right down to the unoriginal title.
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