I look over my kingdom.  Sorry the kingdom I watch over.  Seeing Isadora again was good, she never blamed me for their deaths, but I still blame myself.  Standing in as queen is very hard though, keeping this masquerade up has drained years for my already endless life.  I diligently watch over the lands for the true queen, Isadora.

Until the day Queen Isadora come to take her throne, I will watch over it.  This I swear, on my life.

"..."  I say nothing.  I just let the blood trail from the corner of my mouth.

"A real queen would have survived that" a soft voice says from behind me

The blade is drawn out of my back.  I collapse onto the ground, paralyzed.  I have failed you.

As my vision fades to black, I see a shadowy figure behind me.  It's a female.  A human?  I would think on it more, but I find thinking is. lot. hard. then. was.

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We decided to test her claims.  She lied.  She was not the queen.  Whoever is however, hasn't claimed their throne.  The queen has forsaken us.

We are mad.

We are betrayed.

The supported of the current queen will not be satisfied with her death.

We decide she wont 'die'

We decide she is just 'ill'.  Unable to receive visitors.

The pure blood tracker we sent out has not reported back.

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We are disturbed.

We agree that he would not have intentionally forgo reporting to us.  He is dead.

It is disturbing.  If the girl We saw earlier killed him, she is a threat.

We will kill her too.

We will send her.

We will send the same girl who killed the false queen, the insane one.

We agree.

We agree.

We agree.

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I enter the hut.  My son, lying under a blanket, sweats profusely.  His fur turning grey from it original snow white.  He is unconscious.  The tribe elder says that sleep is the only thing that will help him now... now that he is infected.

My beautiful wife past away several years ago, leaving me alone to care for him.  As the tribe's leader, it is my job to lead them through these tough times.  We may not be as intelligent as the humans, but we have the will, and the strength, and the spirt.  We will not lose this war.

I don my armour.  I will attack them alone.  Those who wish to harm the forest... should all die.

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AN - It's another short chapter, hope you don't mind.

Let me know about and grammatical errors and leave a comment about what you think.  Thanks.