Spirit of the Forest

“Get in there,” the guard said, roughly shoving the boy into the cold dark room.

The boy stumbled a bit before continuing his slow walk along the tattered and worn rug, towards the large wooden throne at the very edge of the room. His short brown hair shifted as he lifted his brown eyes to the throne that stood before him.

The throne was made out of a thick, heavy wood. It’s sides were carved into shapes and symbols, unknown to all but a few people still alive today. A long, elegant black silk cloth was draped across the arms of it, making a rather comfy cushion. Most of the throne was covered in a shadow that also covered the person who sat upon it.

Although most of the person was covered by the shadow from the overhead beam, the boy could make out the silver scaled armor that glittered darkly as the person shifted ever so slightly in the chair. The person wore a long red silk skirt, with a cut down the right side, that reached down to her ankles. Their right leg was brought over their left leg, making it so you could see the person’s ankles.

As the boy approached, the person began to tap their fingers nails rhythmically on the arms of the throne. Every soft, but firm, Click! that echoed in the room, sent chills down the young boy’s spine. The person stopped tapping their fingers when the boy knelt to the ground, keeping his head bowed low.

“Well?” The person’s voice was rough and held much authority in it. The boy had to suppress the shivers that threatened to come free.

Trying to keep his voice from breaking, he spoke for the first time since he had been pushed into the room. “We haven’t had much luck in tracking him down, Sir. I-It’s like he vanished without a trace.”

Giving a quiet ‘Hmm’, the person began to tap their fingers again. The boy kneeling as their feet shuddered inwardly at the sound, fearing the person’s uncontrollable wrath. Rumor had it that the person who at upon the throne held no mercy, sympathy, or empathy whatsoever. Only anger. Anger and joy from harming others.

Suddenly, the person jammed their nails down harshly onto the wooden arm of the chair, creating a loud, harsh, Click! The boy almost jumped at the sudden sound.

The person leaned forward, now resting their chin on the heel of their hand. The shadows still covered their face.

“Now, now,” they said, “you know that we have to find him. And, as Captain of the Guard, I would think you would be able to do something as simple as find one little person, Captain.”

The Captain flinched slightly at the cold tone that came from the person. He knew he would have to be careful on how he proceed, or they would kill him on the spot.

“Well… He is a master of disappearing Sir,” Captain said, with as much respect as he could muster. “And I’m sure that he doesn’t want to be found-”

“Ridiculous!!” The person slammed her fist down onto the throne’s arm. The whole throne shuddered at the impact as the dust that was settled, flew into the air. Captain flinched at the anger and harshness in the person’s voice. Practically snarling, she continued. “With that stab wound I gave him, he shouldn’t have been able to get away! That Traitor shouldn’t be alive, but he is! Now you go find that murderous traitor before I rip your throat out! Do it at any costs!”

The person head came out of the shadows as they leaned forward, to reveal a very cruel looking teen girl.

Her eyes were dark purple while her long hair was black as the darkest nights. Her lips were curled up in a snarl to show her sharp teeth. Her eyes glittered dangerously with malice and something darker behind her eyes. Her eyes also gave away that she was on the verge of insanity.

Captain grew tense as soon as she emerged from the shadows. He grew even more fearful as she spoke.

“Do I make myself clear, Captain?”

He nodded. “Then get out of my sight,” she snarled.

The Captain stood up, bowing at his waist, both scared out of his wits and relieved beyond measure.

“Yes, Dominque.”