Minkrekrin was tired.  War tires people and she has been warring for the last decade.  Not only did she have to deal with the enemy, but also she had to deal with her allies, who she had found more dangerous than her enemies.  The four moons of Bru were all high when her medallion began talking to her.  At first she did not notice it.  It was a good cool night, a good night for sleeping and she was making easy work of that task when it said, "Skippack."  The medallion talked to her all the time and gave her all sorts of dreams.  The talk was her, "Allies" and the dreams were of the Master.  One of the benefits of being one of the chosen was getting to watch the Master's dreams.  Minkrekrin thought he was sick, but when she was around the rest of the chosen, she had to just love the idea of using the dead against their enemies.  She had no love for death, but she had gotten use to it.  She had gotten used to a lot of things.  Like having to act like a whore to get where she was and having to put up with Men'sshit. 
The Medallion was worth all of it.  It gave her so much more strength.  She could feel its power resting between her breasts.  She was a wizard, a young and beautiful one at that.  She was better than the other chosen, but she lacked that weight between her legs to get her the high command.  She learned that early in her life, Men rule and women clean.  But she realized, since the men get to use their genitalia to their advantage, she would use her's.  It had gotten her far.  All the way to the Master.  But it did no good with the chosen.  The chosen's only love was for magic.  They had nothing left for sex.
So there she was in a tent, on a battlefield with 30,000 troops.  Only a few were living sadly.  She had begun to miss living soldiers, but the master said that the living betray and the dead only do what they're told.  He even said that one day the chosen would become dead.  That frightened her, but she knew that the master was a long way off from that happening.  She had seen his experiments.  They were far from suitable states for his generals, his chosen.
She thought that when she heard, "Skippack," it was one of the chosen speaking to her.  That was one of the uses for the medallions, they were a means of communication with the master and the other chosen.  There were 7 medallions, each given to a chosen member, but one was lost.  She had learned that one when she spoke to the master.  One lost.  The lost one happened to a mage that was learning how to teleport.  She did not know anything about teleportion without her medallion, which could teleport her to the location of another medallion.  But no one knew how to do it otherwise.  They all believed that the master did know how, but no one knew for sure.  The wizard who did lose the medallion should have been destroyed, but he was lost too. 
Minkrekrin grabbed the medallion and immediately searched for who was speaking to her in the middle of the night.  She hoped that it was important, she rarely had a chance to sleep.  But when she reached out with her mind, she found that it was too far away to read.  Even though the person was wearing the medallion.  This frightened her.  Never in her life was the power of the medallion not enough.  She searched harder and broke a sweat.  Still nothing.  She calmed herself and got on the floor and took a meditation position.  She was going to find this person's name if it killed her. 
With each of her feet above the opposite thigh she put her hands on the medallion.  She breathed deep and began reaching as far as she could.  Deeper and harder she reached and she could feel each and every one of the living minds in her camp, then she could sense the near by town, then her own hometown and soon all of Bru.  Then blood began to pour from her nose and she stopped.  This person was not on Bru.  How was that possible?  It hit her then.  This was the seventh.  She had found it.  What to do, what to do.  She suddenly became afraid, what if all of the others heard also and are going after it.  She needed to get there and get there soon.  But it was too far to even hear this person, how was she going to portal there?  She suddenly realized that this medallion was able to reach her, even though she could not reach it.  It was stronger than her own.  All of the medallions that are currently on Bru were equal in strength and according to rumor and her own findings; they were equally deteriorating and becoming less powerful.  What if this one was not being used until now?  It must be thousand times stronger than her own medallion.
Now this was a lot more than just a way to get a higher position, this was a new weapon to use against her enemies, but especially against her "allies."  This made her desperate.  Desperate enough to use the darker magic, that made her so popular with the Master.  She was very good with the elements of water and wind.  She had unusual abilities with mirage, and mind tricks, but she also felt what the others could not.  It was housed in the rotting corpses and the swamp.  It breathed through her master and was born in the death of a man.  Minkrekrin felt it every time she watched someone die.  It was just like when she put her hands in water or called upon the wind, but it was different.  Dark, evil and more powerful.  That power is what she needed now.  A plan formed in her head that was just perfectly evil.
"Guard!" called Minkrekrin, in her hoarse language.
"Yes, milad…" The guard was stricken, first that her ladyship was naked and that she was bleeding.  "Milady, you are bleeding," he replied finally with rosy cheeks.  Minkrekrin had forgotten that she had not put anything on yet.  She always slept naked.  It was the only way she could fall asleep, which was the plan tonight until she heard, "Skippack."
"Don't mind my nose.  I am in need of assistance, do you think you could manage that?"  She was happy that her personal guard was living, but they weren't much smarter than the dead soldiers.
"Of course, I am yours to command.  What do you need of me?"
The guard was a tall man, very dark.  His hair was ebony, and his skin a light copper tone.  He must have come from the south nations that she did not care for.  She hated all of the deserts and the unbearable heat.  She was glad when she was ordered to handle the northern business.  The only good thing, she thought of these dark folk was that they made good lovers.  That fact she tested over and over again while she was down there.  "All I need is that you take of your helmet and kneel before me."  The guard did as she asked and did not say a word.  He knelt down and took of his helmet, his face almost in Minkrekrin's crotch.  Minkrekrin suddenly thought that this one had heard the rumors that she slept with her guardsmen.  Anger rushed through her and she slapped the guard before he could make more of a fool with himself.  "No, you twit!  Face the other way!"
"I thought…"
"You thought nothing with your head, just with your manhood!  Fool, did you think that I would want that from you!" Anger grew hot in her, but the sudden realization that this man was to be her experiment caused a hard, gruesome smile to spread across her soft flesh.
"No, I am sorry milady."
"Off course.  Now lend me your sword."  The guard again did as she asked without saying anything.  He was trembling at this point and this pleased Minkrekrin greatly.  Before she even held the sword for a full minute, she swung and beheaded the guard.  As she did this she bent her will to the power that would soon be released and put her hands in the gore that was the man's neck.
The power came.  It came and she felt first this rush of passion and all her hairs stood on end and before she could even dream of redirecting all of that energy or even hold it, it released itself from her. All she felt was pain, and then anger.