As I Watched Her Die

I can only remember the last happy moment I shared with her.

Anything after was just a endless spiral of sadness, despair, and death.

I was only three sweeps old.

She was teaching me how to transform into other beings using our shared magick power. She was teaching me how to transform my body into that of a wolf, like my lusus. It was so peaceful, just the two of us on our island. No one to bother us. She taught me so many things. How to hunt, fly, and most importantly, how to kill. She was known for killing some of the most dangerous highbloods in Alternia. To us rustbloods, she was a hero. To the rest of the world, she was a vicious criminal. She was all of that. A rebel, vicious, dangerous, but she was loving to me. She was a bit strange, having a life longer than that of even the Condesce herself.

Then, one day, the Condesce's guards came to our hive. I was out hunting at the time.  They say she went with them without a fight, but I do not believe it. Scourgess would NEVER go with them without a fight. I refuse to believe it. She would not. She could not. That would mean leaving me. She would never leave me. Not ever.

I continued to live on my own with my lusus for a few months. Xailyr was not thrilled that she had to actually take care of me. She was not a very good parental figurehead in those months. She would get very moody and attack me. It usually took days to stop the bleeding. That's why my eyes are red. She clawed at them so much that they eventually washed over red with my own blood. Everyone thinks I am blind though. I guess it now gives me somewhat of an advantage. Xailyr still is not the best lusus a troll could ask for. Anyways, those months I spent making plans for how I would free her from the Condesce.

I didn't need to do much planning. Close to the eve of my fourth wriggling day, I received a notice from the Condesce. It read as follows.



To the spawn of the criminal, Scourgess-

This is an order from the Condesce. You will report to my palace immediately after reading this notice. Your ancestor, the Violet Scourgess, is to be executed upon your arrival. If you do not arrive promptly, you will be violently tortured and murdered in front of her. I suggest you arrive.

With complete indifference to your survival,

Her Imperious Condesce


What could I do? I had to go. I did not want her to have to watch me die. It would have been too much for her to bear.

I grabbed Xailyr's neck in a hug. I began to cry into her long white fur. She was being comforting for once and wrapped a paw around me. She licked my face and nudged me off. Tears streamed down my face as I took to the sky. Her palace wasn't that far away, but it felt like days. All of those emotions running through my head. It was horrible.

At last I spotted the Piexes palace. I thought to myself, "How could someone so horrible live in a place to beautiful?" I landed softly in front of the main gate. I tried to remain calm and hold my tears as I let the guards firmly grasp my arms and drag me into the looming castle. The main hall was astonishingly beautiful. There were Prospitan, Dersite, and Alternian flags hanging from the ceiling. There was a great golden fountain bearing the Piexes symbol, and the floor was made of glass. Underneath the floor was water filled with fish-like creatures. It was so beautiful, yet so cruel.

The two guards led me to the dungeons, passing portraits of past Empresses, stunning tapestries bearing the Piexes symbol, and ornate ornaments hanging from the ceiling.  The dungeons were the complete opposite. The ceiling, walls, and floor were made of cold stone. The room was lit by a single torch. They chained my arms behind my back, and threw me into a cell. The next thing I knew, I was blacked out on the ground.

When I woke up, I was chained to the ground facing a stone table. The sun was so bright, I could barely see. It was outside in an arena of some sort. There were trolls everywhere screaming their praises for catching the criminal. I was confused for a moment, so I tried to take a closer look at the table. There she was. Chained to the table was Scourgess. I screamed. It was a deathly screech that silenced everyone in the arena. I started snarling, spitting and gnashing my teeth at the Condesce and the executioner. She sneered and shouted,

"You see what type of savages these are?!"

The entire arena cackled in laughter. I continued to snarl at Condesce. I ran forward, held back only by the chains that locked me to the ground. I ran with such a jolt that the chains flung me backward. Upon sitting up again, I caught the glace of a young troll in the crowd. He was a teal-blood, probably the spawn of some famous ancestor. He had warm gentle eyes. He gave me a calm, sympathetic smile, and raised his right hand. Holding up only his thumb, index, and middle finger. A sign of respect and sorrow among rustbloods. I smiled back, a single red tear running down my cheek.

The Condesce shouted again.

"Now let this traitor die!"

The executioner raised a thick serrated knife and drove it into her shoulder. She screamed in agony. He twisted the knife around which caused her more screaming. He then removed the knife and began making long, deep, cuts on her body. Blood was pouring off of the table, and her shrieks filled the air. I tried to run to her, but the chains held me back. A guard tried to calm me down, but I bit down hard on his arm. I tore at the blue flesh, until I bit the arm clean off of his body. I went for his head and clawed at his scalp. I tore apart his skull, his screams almost louder than Scourgess' and ripped his brains to shreds.  I turned my attention to Scourgess again, blue blood dripping down my chin.

Her whole body was sliced open. I used the last ounce of my strength to break the chains that held me back, and ran to her. She used the last bits of her energy to place her bloodied hand on my cheek. She whispered,

"I am... s-so proud of you. M-my d-dearest...K-k-khaota..."

Rage and sadness filled up in me as I kissed her forehead.

"Go to sleep Scourgess. You will feel better when you wake up."

She whispered,

"I-i-i am n-not going to w-wake up, d-dear K-khaota."

"Of course you will!!! You cannot die on me Scourgess!!"

"G-goodb-bye K-k-k-khaota."

Her eyes flickered. With one final breath she made the rustblood hand symbol for respect and sorrow. Her eyes glazed over, and her entire body went limp. She was gone. I howled and charged at the rest of the guards in the arena. I lunged at the nearest one, and tore out his throat. I then proceeded to lap at his cerulean blood, just for good measure. I threw the dead troll aside and searched the crowd of terrified guards for my next target. I found her. A cruel looking purpleblood with an evil smile. I snarled at spat at her as I ripped out her eyes. She screeched as I tore at her chest and shredded her heart.

I continued to attack and kill the guards. When they had all been killed, I turned my attention to the highbloods in the stands. I licked my pointed teeth and prepared to lunge at the nearest row. I failed to do so. Something, rather someone was holding me back. I turned to lash out at the troll's face when I realized it was the teal-blooded troll from before. I could not hurt this young troll. Highblood as he may have been, he knew of the rustblood hand signs. Any highblood who knew a thing of our culture was worthy of survival. He tried to calm me, but he failed to do so. Yes, my bloodlust had died down, but I was still filled with rage. I could never be calmed.

She was gone.

The Violet Scourgess was dead.