Many, many years have passed, more then anyone cares to count, except my master, since I failed my people. I do not know wether I can even dare to call them my people anymore. I have shamed more then myself and have created more then passing evil, I created one that haunted years and years of time. I was blinded in the youth of my years by a handsome promise that was merely lies dressed in fine words, words that my inexperience knew not what they meant.

I was never the princess of my people, nor the noble daughter of a noble man. I was the removed bastard of my family and of society in whole. A horrid breed, that came from an unmoral union. I was in the shadow of shame, cast by the figures of my heritage. The slums of my sires cast an ugly reflection upon my own face. Nothing could save the already tainted vision people held of me, maybe that is why I was so easily blinded by a light that promised to dress my up in fines, rather then in soil.

I do not recollect the first time he visited me. Maybe since in the times past since that fateful day, I have banished that first step toward hell. I remember the second time, the promise of glory, of beauty, of things that I never had. The promise that I would be cast in a beautiful golden light when things were over and done. Whispers of glory and revenge for the suffering that had been cast upon. Anyone would have done what I did, but that does not make it right. They say, somewhere in time the road to hell is paved with good intentions. My good intentions were meant for me, maybe that is where I went astray.

Glory came to me not ever, the only thing I saw was pain. Pain that I toiled for. He told, he whispered to me that if I were to sway others to him that when the world was reborn I would be its queen, a mighty and beautiful one. This promise gave me a new resolve to live in my world. He bid to have only ten years to complete the task. With this time I began to put a plan into action.

I started with the ones who were just growing in the powers of understanding, ripening their minds, so I may pick them when it was time. The I moved to the ones growing up, becoming a frequent in their childish games, gaining their trust and their devotion. Finally I explored the outcasts, the shamed, the different. I gained their trust and they in turn brought others to devotion in me. Finally the appointed day came. That is the day my path went to the bows of hell....

Two:

I lead my group through the dark undergrowth of the wood. My heart raced as I pushed threw the thorns, they gripped at my dress and my flesh, but I felt not them tearing at me. My concentration focused on getting to the dark cave hidden deep with in the woods. Eye peered out from everywhere. I knew that not two feet from me was a presence, it was watching making sure I fulfilling my duty. It needed not to be there for nothing could have stopped me form my duty, though I was the earth would have opened up and swallowed me to prevent the evil I was about to cause.

I pushed away the thorns that hid the cave, my hands were already a bloody mess. I could hear the soft gasps and mummers from my legion behind me. Some wanted to turn back, but they could not once in the forest you will not return. Once in the cave a pulled a small stick from my dress and whispered to it, the stick came alive with flames, but never burnt out.

The journey to the end of the cave was not a long one. I was thankful for it for I thought that my heart would burst with anticipation of my reward. In the dim light that we entered the cavern in I could just make out my savior. I left my people scared and huddle at the entrance to the cavern and took my place beside him. He smiled, a cruel smile, but I only thought it a pleasing one. His hand reached out and touched my shoulder. I did not feel pain as most would at his touch, instead I felt proud. Proud that this one would take interest in vermin like me. My job had been well done, I had produced what he needed and even more. I felt worth spread through my body like I had never felt before.

He clapped his hands and out of the darkness behind my followers, they came. Hideous creatures, as tall as the tallest elf. Black think skin, tough and
weathered. Burn marks covered their naked, sexless bodies. Gashes that were not fully healed covered them. Their eyes, they were the most horrible. They looked tortured, pained, with evil behind them. In their depths you could see the drive to kill to maul to main whatever was good and kind. My people clang to each other, knowing that they could not escape. My hands became fists at my sides as I turned to him, questions in my eyes and on my tongue.

He said nothing as the things began to drag away my people on by one until only he and I were left in the room. "Well, done my pretty one," his hand stroke my face, and for the first time I felt sickened. "You have now earned your reward." He clapped his hands again, and I felt different, something had changed in me, though I knew not what. His hands brushed through my hair as he circled me, "You will now become my queen, you have proven your malic toward the world. The world that scorned you, you will watch it die slowly and painfully. It will gratify you to know that you were the one who set it in motion dear, Airemariel."

I shudder at his touch, "Your queen." My head could only take one thing at a time, some how it had no desire to even try to understand the destruction of the world. No one would have.

"Yes, my queen," his voice was almost mocking. He pulled a mirror out of his robes and put it in my hand, "Look at what I have given you."

My hand could barely hold the object steady as I raised it to my face. My breath caught as I looked into the reflective object. What I saw there could not have been me. I was plain, more plain then the dirt which I trod on, but there in that mirror, was a beautiful elf. Ebony hair fell down the shoulder's curled softly at the ends, eyes as clear and beautiful as the green ocean. A face features as pleasant as anyone cloud imagine. I looked up from the mirror, "What magic is this?"

"It is really how you look it is your reward for what you have given me." He took the mirror back from my hand.

"What have I given you?" I wanted to not ask it, but my tongue moved far to fast.

"An army for me to do what I please with," he turned to the darkness of the unlit cave. "Can't you hear it, the pain that they are going through? It will break them." His fingers curled around the mirror and broke. "It make them my servants." He laughed, the laugh that sent shivers up and down my spine.

"Servants?," I was starting to put thing together, I was starting to undress his lies.

"Yes. You saw my first batch. Poor souls who lost their way, now my servants, as well as what you brought me," he turned giving me a smile. "Look at what you have given me. More then you could imagine. True I could have done it myself, but with your help it was easier." He crossed to the other side of the cave and picked up a golden goblet from a small table. It was carved with a spell, the high langue. He dipped into a silver bowel of red liquid, then he brought it over to me. "Drink it, my queen deserves power. The blood of those who ridiculed you and mocked you will make you stronger, will give you some of my power. Drink, my love, drink."

I took the goblet and put it to my lips, it smelled horrible, like the blood of my parents when they laid in the grass for days murdered by, what I can not
speak of. Spurred by those thoughts I drank the think liquid, almost gagging as it slid down my throat. Then I felt it, the power in my, in the core of my very soul. I pulled the goblet from my mouth and looked at him.

He was pleased, very pleased, "Welcome my love to a world you can control."