Queens Dream of Nights in Night

“AAAAAAAHHHHhhhaaaaugh!”

A powerful, ghastly feminine scream can be heard echoing throughout the land of a faraway galaxy, followed by an explosion that rumbled the land from inside out, completely destroying the slumbrous, silent wake of the sun and sky.  However, the explosion did not emit hot flames or devastating heat; rather, it released a shower of blue petals and wing scales into the air, covering the dawn sky with another blue layer of plant matter and dust.  The scream appeared to be dispersing the material throughout the atmosphere, as the shower of particles soon dissipates from the sight of origin, leaving only one lone, large petal in the sky, slowly descending towards the floor.

As it fell, the sun finished its rise to the sky, and its light now gleamed onto the little blue plant material.  It seemed quite ignorant of the events that have occurred around it, not giving a care in the world that it’s brethren have left it behind.  Nothing mattered to it anymore, knowing full well of the fate that will behold it and the others.

One could say that the lone petal was pitiful, since it has to wither away alone without anyone at it’s side.  Others would argue that the sight of it slowly descending to it’ death is a beauty all on it’s own.  However, who is to say that the petal even thinks about such menial details, or think at all?  All it knew is that it is going to die, just like how the host it lived on has been vaporized.

As the sun intensified its rays onto the petal, it’s beautiful texture begins to dry up, slowly crumbling into a fine powder.  Before it can fully break down, a strange blue and pink hand reached for the petal and landed onto both of their hand.  Suddenly, the petal stopped crumbling for a moment before resuming the process.  Just why did the petal decide to hesitate when it landed on the hand?  Could it be that it suddenly received a memory from it’s past?  Or could it be...

...showing a sign of regret?

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“No....No....NOOOOO!”

A mirror embedded in gold flies towards the other side of the room, crashing into a wall with extreme force.  The mirror falls onto the floor, but remains perfectly intact despite the violent impact it received.  The image of the final scene blurs out, reverting back to it’s simple, silver reflection like any other mirror.

The mirror is reflecting  the image of a large, female wasp-like figure with a devastated expression written over her face.  Her pink antennae are twitching uncontrollably and her deep, purple, insect-like eyes are wide open, hiding her beautiful eyelashes and replacing her glamorous face with that of someone who has seen a murder in cold blood.  Even her nape was elegantly decorated, with a collar of pink, purple, and white surrounding it. Her hourglass-like figure is endowed with a dark blue and gold color scheme, with a large, pink heart etched right onto her chest.  Two pairs of golden wings are seen on her back, flapping infrequently as if another force is keeping her afloat.

Both of her white gloved hands, though armless, are covering her golden mouth, trembling along with the rest of her.  Underneath her is a golden, bejeweled crown that fell off of her head from the scream from earlier.

The figure stared at the mirror, still traumatized at the explosion she has witnessed within it’s prism.  Slowly, she lowered her hands, trying her best to calm down.  Her fists clench strongly suddenly and she begins to tremble again, but not in fear.

In anger.

“I refuse...” she harshly whispered out of her breath.  She lifts and opens her hands in the air, materializing two long poles of light in each of her hands.  The left pole’s light disappears and reveals a silver stave, with an oval, shiny emerald adorned in the top.  The right pole transforms into a golden scepter topped with a dark pink, diamond-like crystal at the tip.

“I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!”

She charges towards the mirror, and smashes her weapons down onto the reflective surface, creating a loud thudding noise that rings throughout the room and into the hallways.

“You’re lying to me! ”  Another crash echoes throughout the halls, even louder than the first one.  “You dare defy me, Queen Sectonia, by showing me some false path to my death rather than the way to perfect beauty!?”  The mirror takes another heavy blow and is sent flying to another wall, crashing into a stash of gems and other precious jewels.  Upon impact, several of the glamorous gems broke apart into dust, but the mirror still stands, intact and undamaged.

“You choose to mock me and to disobey my orders?!”  Queen Sectonia unleashes another blood curling scream, and raises her sceptres into the air, readying another devastating attack onto the golden ornament.

“I’ll destroy you for this!”

“Your highness!”

A young, spider-like creature, roughly half the size of queen’s body, flies into the room, defying gravity just like her.  His limbs are missing as well, and instead wields 3 pairs of glove-like mittens.  His white hair contains one pair of orange, compund eyes while his brown face contains another pair of white eyes.  Two brown horns are attached to both sides of his head.  A hot-pink scarf surrounds his neck, securing his green suit and cape to his body.  Four green ant-like creatures, the same size of the frightened spider, accompanied him on the ground, only armed with nothing more than shields and clubs of the same color.

“Please, control yourself!  You’re having  a moment again!” He begs to the queen.  Her movement stops, but the scepters began emitting a purple light, charging for what seems to be the final blow.

“Stay out of this, servant.  This is only between me and this lying piece of FILTH.”  She shouts back, even angrier than before.  The light jolts around the sceptre’s gem more rapidly, crackling about throughout the room and scaring the poor spider.  The bolts’ color changes from purple to black.  As the arachnid realizes that the attack is inevitable, he gives out a command to the soldiers.

“T-this is bad!  Antrs, get the Dimensional Mirror away from the queen.  It must be preserved for her use!” He orders.

The guards rush towards the queen as fast as they could and swiped the large mirror out of the path of Sectonia’s wrath with the help of the speed granted by their lightning club.  However, two of the newer recruits tripped over each other while supporting the mirror, making them fall right into Sectonia’s path of destruction.  Before they knew it, the dark lightning from the scepters jumps into them and shocks them into a crisp.

The bloodcurdling scream of the two fledglings echo throughout the castle, horrifying the remaining soldiers from seeing their comrades vaporized in their eyes.  The servant looks away, not wanting to see the sight of his beloved queen harming her troops once again.  Queen Sectonia prolongs the cast of thunder onto the soldiers and indulges on the terror, a smile growing on her face contrary to her fit from earlier.

Suddenly she gasps upon realizing what she was doing and stopped the spell.  She lost the grip on her scepters and they fell with a loud clang and bounce onto the royal floor.  In front of her now was a large black smudge where the area of magic was evident.  On it, one soldier laid on the floor, breathing heavily and frantically from the impact of the spell, but is still very alive.

The other soldier was nowhere to be found.

Queen Sectonia remains motionless until a squad of smaller, blue Antrs rushed into the room in search for the source of the scream.  They too went quiet upon seeing the black patch of silt next to the Queen.

“Guards...clean up this mess and take the survivor to the infirmary.”  She breaks the silence with a command.  Immediately the blue soldiers followed after and took the injured survivor and traumatized soldiers out of the room.  Using the ice magic within the blue clubs, they freeze and chip out the black spot in the room and scurried out, afraid of infuriating the queen’s wrath any further.  When all is said and done, only Sectonia and the servant are left in the room.

“It happened again...didn’t it, Taranza?”  She asks him.  She places her hand onto the scepters and dematerializes them into nothing more than gold dust.  She stuffs the powder into her gloves.

“Unfortunately, yes...” Taranza replies.  Queen Sectonia sighs out loud and plops herself onto her royal throne, irritated at the repeated casualties of her phases.

“First I get angry, call you my servant, lose myself, hurt guards and even citizens, and now I actually vaporized one of my followers.  I swear my fits of madness are getting worse by the week...”  She vends out her frustration while rubbing her forehead.

“P-please don’t call them that, your highness!  You’re only just stressed out from ruling Floarlia for so long.”  He reassures the queen while cleaning off some of the black ashes that got onto her collar.  As he does so, he straightens up her crown and snips off loose fabric strains, doing his best to tidy up the distressed ruler.  “It doesn’t help that you and the guards are frequently clashing with those defiant Sky Fairies.  Rallying up forces, preaching to other races against you, it’s almost like they’ve completely forgotten the luxury you provided them with in the past.”

 Tarzana continues to talk and assure her that everything will be alright.  This is a process that has been repeated several times within the past years of her reign.  Queen Sectonia gets angry, and someone get hurt.  Question her authority, and someone gets hurt.  Someone gets a hoard of admirers, and they get hurt.  Disobey, and someone gets a fate worse than injury.  So many times this process was repeated.  It was not long before it became somewhat of a norm for her, Taranza, the Antrs, and the fairy inhabitants.

Queen Sectonia lets out a small humming sound, still distracted by the vision she saw inside the mirror.  “Anything the mirror shows will become a reality,” the words from the previous owner rang in her head.    However,  all she ever used it for was to admire her own beauty within the golden-winged object and practice her charismatic skills.  She would bring the mirror close to her and turn it around to get a good close up on all of her favorite spots.  On good days, she would even kiss her reflection.  Though for some odd reason, the mirror would occasionally depict her in a strange color, much different than the purple she is used to.  It would also show her more disturbing images of her as shattered or horribly discolored at nights.  As she was examining herself today, she asked various questions to the mirror and her reflection to improve her attitude.  And then...

Queen Sectonia shakes her head without warning, removing that sudden thought out of her mind.  Taranza, who was readjusting her crown, was shaken off as well, slightly disoritenting him.  She interrupts his chatter with a question.  “Taranza...you believe I am beautiful, right?”

Tarzana blushes slightly at this, but answers.  “O-of course, your highness!  You’re the most beautiful figure in all of Floralia.  I bet not even the lower world’s prettiest figure can compete with yours.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I know so.  I believe you can even give space itself a run for its money, if you haven’t taken it already.”

The queen smiles a little from the remark the young servant made.  “In spite of all the events that have happened to me, he was always there to support and back me, regardless of how lost I was in my fits.  He might be a bit naive at times, but he’s the only one I can really trust, now that even my guards are scared of me.”  She thought to herself.

She gets off of her chair and looks outside the perch, gazing at her kingdom and watching the inhabitants interact with each other.  “Thanks.  I needed that, Tarzana.”

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy, Sectonia.”  He says back with a smile, dropping the formalities.

“Not even space itself, huh...”  she whispers to herself.  “Space...”

A spark goes off in her head and her eyes open wide.  She boisterously laughs out loud and holds her chest.  Although confused, Tarzana joins in and laughs as well.

“Tarzana!  Bring me the Dimensional Mirror!”  She cheers out.

Tarzana stops laughing and gasps in surprise.  “What?!  Your highness, are you sure you want to see the mirror again after the trouble it caused?”

“Relax, I’m feeling much better thanks to you.  Plus, I just thought up a plan that can stop those rebels and stop that mirage I saw from becoming reality.”  She says, confidence spewing out of her mouth.

“What?  How?”

“I’ll explain later, just bring the mirror in here!”

Taranza gives the queen a worried look before sighing.  “As you command, my queen.”  He floats out of the room, leaving the ruler to her mind.  She snickers to herself and begins to conjure a purple aura in her hand.

“If what the mirror says is true, then someone is planning to dethrone me once and for all.  If my guards cannot stop that intruder,”  The magic in her hands changes shape into a large, oval wall of purple magic.

“Then I’ll just have to get some help from outside...”