and other things. Like where Samal came from, the character that claimed to be Rai's uncle. “More Towels!” the doctor yelled, his yell followed up by a blood curdling scream of pain. “I’m sorry, my Queen, we’re doing all we can.”
The crimson haired woman could only nod. It was shocking to see such a powerful woman reduced to such mortal ways. A woman with a mask over her face wiped the perspiration off of Synestra’s brow. She screamed again, almost coming off the bed.
“One more,” the doctor assured. “Can you do one more?”
The Queen of Arken nodded humbly, something she had never done. With a dreadful cry the baby was born. It came out crying, red all over and screaming for comfort.
Synestra stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly. Then her breathing stopped all together. A nurse took the baby girl and held her in her arms as if she were the mother. They covered the dead Queen of Arken in the bloody sheet, and nothing more was said about it.
The nurse carried the baby towards a broad shouldered man dressed in fine black robes. His dark eyes peered down on the baby as a cruel smirk came to his lips. “Shea… her name will be Shea… Take her to the citadel. She will be told nothing of who her father was. I am her father.”
A tall thin man with pasty black hair took the child from Verin’s arms. Verin the God of Darkness, father to Synestra Queen of Arken, was not about to give up on his plan. There would be darkness and chaos. There would be a child on day strong enough to bring it from him. Shea would be that child if he had any say in it. Synestra had just been a fluke, but the fluke gave way to something better it seemed. With his influence Shea would be the ultimate evil…
Years later….
The Citadel can be considered probably one of the most evil places in all of Heirot, even compared to the Queen’s Palace in Arroes. It is where all sorceresses and sorcerers go to learn or enhance there abilities. It was where Shea learned most of everything she knew. She was given the largest room in the Citadel, given the best food and clothes…
She was taught many things as a child, from simple spells to complex one that she shouldn’t have been learning until she was old enough to handle the bodily exertion. She was even taught the factors of seduction, if you can believe that you can be taught such a thing.
Most people would like to claim that the reason Shea was so evil was because she was raised that way through living in the Citadel. But, in truth Shea showed signs of being anything but good as a young child, giving promise to her Father that one day she would be a strong and powerful ruler.
Shea sat with her knees pulled up in the chair, gazing out across at the morning sun as it rose.
“How utterly boring,” she muttered under her breath. She couldn’t be more than thirteen now, having never left the Citadel, she felt everything around her was boring.
“You could always go and burn another maid to death,” a rather amused voice said from the dark corners of her room.
“I’ve done that already, its no fun after the first time,” Shea said with an annoyed sound in her voice.
The figure stepped from the shadows, moving his plastered black hair from his face. His name was Samal, a rather unsavory character that would for Verin as well as Shea with a strange and admiring attentiveness. He wore black, and he wasn’t a very handsome character. He was a person that resembled a crow more than a human and Shea had to grit her teeth every time just to bring herself to look at him.
“Well, I could think of several things for you to do to expand your skills,” Samal said with a slight purring sound in his voice.
Shea looked at the sun and rolled her eyes. “I’m not do that,” she told him angrily. “I’d rather eat ants.”
Samal frowned at her and his eyes blazed for a moment. “Do I disgust you so?” he asked her, the purring tone in his voice had vanished.
“Yes,” she told him plainly, not holding anything back or hiding it.
Samal said nothing more. He was gritting his teeth to keep from saying something to offend his Queen. Instead he turned and left her room, trying to control himself as best he could.
Shea continued to stare at the sun as if she would never see it again.