C1 Battle of the realms

Queen Fiona is surrounded by dead bodies, her people mutilated. Witches and mortals are lying scattered like broken pieces of glass.

Next to her sits her husband on his knees. She looks into the eyes of King Bran one last time. He looks at her with warm loving eyes, his eyes show regret from the loss of their people.

They did what had to be done to banish Hades the King of hell. They knew there would be consequences at some point.

She smiles at Bran but then sees a blade coming from the corner of her eye. The blade goes straight through his heart and she sees the light burn out in his eyes. A tear rolls down her cheek when she looks at the person holding the sword.

Hella the daughter of Hades looks at her with a cruel smile and chuckles, “Don’t cry Fiona, you will join your husband soon enough.”

Fiona looks behind Hella and sees Gabriel King of the Sky with a collar around his neck, he is held by one of Hella her demons.

Next to him stands Roan King of the Sea with no collar but eyes full of remorse. She looks back at Hella who is standing in front of her now with the blade.

“Any last words Fiona dear?” she asks.

Fiona closes her eyes and feels her magic pouring out, one last time will she let her power rain down on the earth.

She looks at King Roan and says,

“I curse you King Roan for standing by idle, where you could have made the difference between defeat and victory. I curse you to a life that stands still, you and your people will not age, will not reproduce, will not be able to enjoy the pleasures of life. You will be trapped in your kingdom under the sea not being able to do anything just like you did today. Once a year you will be able to leave to try and find redemption. Only when the lost heir of the witches falls in love with you then the curse will be broken.”

Hella rolls her eyes, “Ugh if I knew you were going to be this boring Fiona then I would have killed you immediately. But where is the pleasure in a quick death?”

Hella looks around and shouts, “SIGFRIED!”

Her demon servant comes running.

“Make the woodpile ready, let’s give our witch Queen the goodbye that she deserves.”

They tie Fiona to a pole in the middle of the pile.

“You will burn as your ancestors did,” Hella says with a wicked smile.

She holds out her hands and shoots fire towards the wood. The fire licks on the wood like hungry snakes and soon Fiona is surrounded by fire.

She feels her body burning but she would never give Hella the satisfaction of screaming. She suffers silently and feels her soul leave her body. Then she feels her ancestors speaking through her in a prophecy:

“One will come who was long lost, with powers of the elements she will be stronger than nature itself. One with both darkness and light. One with the power to bring peace to the realms once and for all.”

Fiona feels her ancestors leaving and then there is only black.