20Me: I probably shouldn't update for a while, I've got 2 sports, school, Church, and all that
Me a few days later: Hmm I wonder where this new chapter came from *innocent face*
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Slowly, Gullveig turned around, her pale blue eyes wide in terror.
There, less than 7 feet away from them, were 5 knights, all brandishing swords, with Hough standing beside them. The man smirked.
"Hands in the air, witch."
The white-haired woman brought her shaking hands into the air.
What are you doing?! Never surrender, you fool!
She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the voice away. Not now, not now!
"Look at this, the witch who burnt Kinguzutaun is scared." Hough sneered, stepping forward.
Cadby growled. "Get away from us, swine, or I will make you."
"How? Your witch is a coward and will not save you," Although Hough's voice was cocky, he did move back.
"I am no coward," Came Gullveig's voice, surprisingly steady. "I will fight you, Hough, and I will win."
"Fight?" Hough laughed mirthlessly. "Nay, we want you dead!"
One of the knights rushed forward, yelling a battle cry, his sword held high in the air.
Gullveig dropped to the ground, tackling Cadby to the side, before quickly leaping to her feet again.
All five knights charged at her, forcing her to duck and dive and twist.
Nay! Use your powers to slay them, child!
"Gullveig!"
Though she tried to turn to Cadby when he called her name, she never had the time, for a knight swung his sword down, down down, and cleaved off the back of her skull.
The sorceress screamed. It was short, for she died almost immediately after being struck, but her scream was powerful. It left the knights' ears ringing, the tree branches shaking, for she died screaming.
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When she woke up, the sorceress immediately knew something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
She bolted upright, onto her feet, and soon fell over, gasping. She couldn't feel her body.
After a few more attempts, she was able to stand up. Walking took a few more tries, but eventually, the sorceress got the hang of it.
The young woman looked around, but she wasn't pleased with what she saw. Black walls, floor, and ceiling, with lime-green moss lining the floor of the tunnel. A thin layer of sludge oozed from the walls, and a dank, rotten smell filled the air, along with a pale green mist. Every so often she would see a bright purple or blue mushroom as she walked.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust, shuddering at the cold air and generally terrible atmosphere. It was, she decided, the most awful place in Ninjago.
Oh, but my child, it is not in Ninjago.
The sorceress frowned. That voice sounded...oddly familiar.
"Who are you?" She asked, but talking was hard, as she couldn't feel her tongue.
You shall see, child. I am so proud of you.
"What for?" Her words were a little less slurred.
Dear, you have done it. You are in the Cursed Realm.
"What?!" The couldn't be true- it didn't make sense! She wasn't even dead! She was-
Wait. Who was she? The sorceress couldn't remember. She couldn't, actually, remember almost anything about herself, name included.
That is because I do not want you too, little sorceress.
She squeezed her hands into fists. She was so confused. Not knowing what else to do, she took off running down the tunnel, as fast as she could.
She, after much tripping and falling, came to a huge- absolutely huge- cavern, with openings to other tunnels all up, down, and around it. There were torture devices strewn around, and a few tables with benches. What startled the young woman the most were the countless green ghosts- some floating about, some getting tortured by other ghosts, some sitting at the tables and chatting.
Attention!
The feminine voice boomed out. Apparently, the ghosts could hear it, too, because all of them stopped what they were doing.
There is a new soul here- by the 3rd bottom east tunnel. She is to be escorted to me.
Almost immediately, two ghosts in hoods and masks floated over to her.
"Follow," Said one.
"Us," Said the other.
The sorceress frowned, but complied, walking across the huge room behind them, until they floated up to a high tunnel.
"Halt!" She cried as they began to float inside. "I cannot fly!"
The ghosts floated back out.
"Aye," One called down to her.
"You," Said the other.
"Can." They said in unison.
"Nay, I cannot, I am not a bird of the sky!" The sorceress crossed her arms as emphasis.
The two ghosts floated down to her, one on either side, each one grabbing one of her arms and floating up.
"Wh-uh, halt! Unhand me!" She yelped, struggling and twisting in their grip, but it did no good. They only released her once they'd floated into the tunnel.
For a little while more, the 3 ghosts- one of which refused to believe she was one- walked through a maze of tunnels, turning down some of the many corridors until they reached a relatively small room. The two ghosts pushed the sorceress inside and closed the door she hadn't even realized was there.
There wasn't much in the room, just a large mirror on the back wall and a blue stone on the ceiling that gave off a soft teal light. The young woman frowned when she caught her appearance in the mirror. She was green and her clothes- which weren't- were tinted green. The only part of her that wasn't green was her hair, which the same blazing white it always was.
Suddenly the mirror rippled to show another woman, about the same age as the sorceress.
"Ah, hello, little sorceress. It is good to finally see you in person."
The ghost's mouth dropped open. The lady had 4 distinct colors- the stark white of her skin and single-pearl necklace, the pitch-black of her hair and pointy eyebrows, the blood red of her lips and eyes, and the dark purple of her eyelids, dress, and shoes- yet she was extremely beautiful, tall, thin, and angular. She looked like a queen.
"That is because I am," She simpered. "I am the Queen of the Cursed Realm- the best, the greatest, the Preeminent."
The sorceress shook her head. "That cannot be true," She stated. "For I cannot be dead."
The Preeminent chuckled. "Darling, you indeed are dead."
"Then how did I die?"
"Child, if I told you that, you would not believe me."
The sorceress was quiet for a moment before asking, "Then who am I? Could you tell me my name?"
The Preeminent smiled slyly. "Do you know what a banshee is, my dear?"
So guess what
That's it
The story is finished
I figure Cadby died 10 or so years later and the two, obviously, didn't remember each other and they rebuilt their relationship.
This was the first installment of my series of backstories "How it Came to Be" so there will be more like this.
I hope you enjoyed!
A special thanks goes to everyone who reviewed this story, but especially Steampunk Wilson, who reveiwed every chapter! Thanks for the support!
Please review, and have a wonderful day/night!
Signing off,
~KitKat