A Short One for you!
Chapter Five :: Winds of Anger
Vrita stood, surveying the land. Her blue robes twisted and twirled about her, although the air was stiff and hot. The armies were camped below her, flags hanging limp at the top of road-stained tents. She watched quietly as the men laughed and joked about their latest conquests. A few were still in their tents, forcing their sweat drenched skin against her people. She paused.
“They aren't my people anymore...” she whispered quietly to herself. It was true, these were the same people that had thrown her out of her village, claiming her to be a witch. Until Serene had taken her in, she had wandered, lost and afraid for many moons. Still, she did not take kindly to how the the Imperial Highness was treating them. Not just them, all of the seven tribes.
Her eyes picked out the enclosure in the middle of the camp. There were women and girls of all ages, strung together like cattle and chained to tall poles. All in various states of undress, their skin blistering in the hot sun. Anger rippled through her body and her robes danced with more vigor. Perhaps she could not end this slavery herself, but she could certainly make things interesting. Her violet eyes darkened as she drew an orb from her robe. She looked into it deeply and the clear crystal began to swirl, clouds came, twisting and twirling, begging to be free. She looked up at the sky.
“Lord Mayhem, a shower if you please...” She was answered by a rumble of thunder that sounded suspiciously like laughter and then the rain drops started to pour. She closed her eyes and pushed her energy into the orb, it left her hands, spinning and twirling. She joined in the dance, giving her body up to the serpent goddess.
The orb elongated, it no longer seemed to be made of crystal, but of the wind itself, and then it burst into thousands of little pieces that fell, shrieking down on the camp below. Vrita smiled to herself as she heard the screams of men as they scrambled to keep their tents from flying away. Looking down, she saw the women, arms stretched up, mouths open, welcoming the rain.
“You will be free.” She said and turned away, fangs bared, it was time to feed.
(c) CS
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