Her people's eternal enemies were scattered. Their hold over the land was broken. She strode proudly through the falling snows of a late winter with the grace of a feline predator. It had been her blade that had lopped off the head of her people's greatest oppressor. It seemed only right that she ascend to the throne that she had won through much blood and more suffering and betrayal. She paused to ponder the heavy, ancient throne set upon its blood-spattered dais. It would be good to be a Queen. The final betrayal came without a sound. A spell set by the serpent-folk. She was carried off from her throne never to be seen again. Carried off to Zalchis.
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