“Miss? … Miss? … Miss, are you alright?”

<“Miss”> “*Gasp*looks around, who are you, why am I here, where is this, wha-what is this place?”

“This is my Bar, you have just woken up from what seemed to be a bad dream. Come let me get you some water, you look confused, but more than that you seem quite parched, just sit at the front and I’ll bring a glass to you shortly.”

<“Miss”> (I don’t know who this person is, I don’t know where I am, but he doesn’t seem to pose an immediate threat, nonetheless I should keep up my guard.)

“Miss, please take a seat, you look like you have many questions, and I happen to have many answers, but I do not know if you will be satisfied by hearing them all.

<“Miss”> “Alright then Barkeep, I’ll accept your offer with gratitude, I'm quite thirsty as of now and I do have much to ask, tell me, where am I, and did you bring me here?”

“You are in a place I have deemed, “My Little Corner” it is a place where I am to reside until I kick the bucket, However, I did not bring you here, many either come, are brought here, or are forcefully taken and left here, you are not the first and before you ask I do know how to get you back to your own home.

<“Miss”> “I would like to ask a few more questions if that would be capable of you, I do not wish to take too much of your time.”

“Do not worry about being anxious about me Miss, I happen to have all the time in the universe.”

<“Miss”> “How do I leave...and do I reappear at the same time I was taken?”

“There are many ways to enter, “My Little Corner” sadly there is only one way to leave, you must voice your concerns that affect your present self, and I must help you to either move past these feelings or give you an answer you are truly satisfied with, And, while it may seem like time has progressed by a large amount here, it should not affect your own homes time.”

<“Miss”> (I'm relieved that time has not passed, however.) “What do you mean, “concerns that affect your present self” my only concern is to be put back in my home, how can that be answered or moved past?”

“Miss through my many long years of experience being here, I have come to understand  the one thing all those that appear here have in common, they all are seeking an answer or a way to move on.”

<“Miss”> (This man is being difficult, he speaks to me as though he already knows me, yet he will not yield and send me back home, intimidating force seems like an acceptable move, however this man has not shown any hostility to my person,even with my sudden arrival, he is a gentleman. I Am truly sorry to return your hospitality with hostility, but I must return home.)

<“Miss”> “I'm sorry sir, you have treated me well, but I must return home now”

{I swung my arm at his neck, but as soon as I had thought I had felt the force of impact...I had hit nothing but the cool air.}

“Miss, please refrain from violence in my Bar, I do not wish to retaliate.”

<“Miss”> (Behind!) “You! How?! That was not normal speed nor was that a dodge, you were in front of me, and then you were not, how did you manage that?”

“Miss, like I said, I have many long years of experience, you are not the first to attempt deadly force, nor the first to regret it, but since you have asked, ahem, “How?!” I will explain. I simply stepped out of the way and walked behind you.”

<“Miss”> (This man, he is mocking me) “Fine Barkeep, I will humour you, tell me what do you think my problem is?”

“ You look like you want to kill someone, badly at that.”

<“Miss”> “...”

“ I will take that silence as you saying yes, you also have yet to drink your water.”

{I look and see a small glass of water in front of my person, the outer parts of the glass drip with condensation, I grasp the cold glass and take a large sip, it is very cold almost as cold as ice, no colder} (just how long ago did he bring this out, I didn't even notice him even reach for a glass) 

<“Miss”> “How did you deduce my reason for being here was that I had wished to end another's life.”

“I could see the rage in your eyes as soon as you woke up, and the fact that you resorted to violence immediately after I told you how to leave, well that must mean you are in quite the rush, despite me reassuring you that time will not pass on your home.”

<“Miss”> “Well you are quite insightful, and indeed correct, there is a woman I must kill and send to the lowest pits of the void, she cannot be forgiven for her transgressions, against myself and my people.”

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“Are you an aristocrat in your home? While you seem to have been taught to speak in a polite manner, your battle hardened figure led me to assume you were a knight that was educated well.”

<“Miss”> “I apologize for my late introduction, my full name is, , The of the . And the one I wish to kill is the Woman that betrayed my trust and my people's hope.” {I extend my hand}.

“Your Majesty, this one greets you with another question, what did this hateful woman do?”

(He either has no clue of Royal etiquette, or he is ignoring my greeting) “I will need to give you some context, and I may go on for a long while”.

“Please speak, that is why you are here.”

“I and 5 others had returned from slaying an army of undead near the outer rim of the world, I was originally with 6 others, my friends that I could call Family were there, we had made it our last stand and went against the many orders of retreat and chose to stay and fight until we either died or lived long enough to see that all the civilians were safe. The battle was magnificent, a “Last stand” as some would call it, we had no idea that it was around 500,000 to 7, really went ahead of ourselves there *heh* we were all hotheaded spunky kids back then, and naive as well. Didn’t even see the Necromancer on the front lines until he killed off our Vanguard, stabbed his hand straight though his chest, damn dwarves said it was their best piece of work ever and it just shred like paper under the monster’s wretched and shriveled hand. I-excuse me may I have a napkin, thank you...I...still remember him yelling and fighting viciously against the monster alone on the front lines with a hole through his chest, after the battle we called him, “The Man Too Angry To Die”, ironically after the last undead was slain he collapsed and did not get bat up, almost like he became an undead himself by sheer will just to kill off all the others.”

“And what does this have to do with the woman you wish to kill?”

“ When we all had arrived back to the we saw only carnage, blood lined the walls and streets, there was so much that one could reach down and pull a handful of it, pieces of flesh and entrails, scattered over buildings and statues erected to give my people hope, yet where was I? When we had finished off the last undead we had mourned the deaths of those who had fallen, there was no celebration, only gratitude for the fact we 6 survived the battle was a miracle in itself. Yet when we saw the slaughter of thousands of Men, Women, and children within the city walls, we broke.”

“ Your Majesty, I apologize for making you remember, however I feel I must say, a Queen such as yourself need not weep in the company of a stranger.”

(When did I-?) {I look down and see a small collection of tear droplets on the polished bar} “ I'm sorry Barkeep, I have shown you an unsightly appearance.”

“Back on topic, I still ask was the woman you wish to kill responsible for the deaths of your people?”

“Yes, and No, She was my my second in command and my longtime companion. We fought, trained, and laughed together, as friends and eventually as sisters, and when my army caught wind of the undead traveling to my Kingdom ,my home, I trusted no one else but her to watch after the city in my stead. When we found the broken city we were in a panic to try to locate any survivors, we had located a small group of people under a collapsed bridge and we all cried, we were so glad that there were still people alive and spent the next month looking for more, and more we found. We had found around 32 survivors, 8 men, 10 women, and 13 children and 1 baby locked in a small box. When we asked what had caused the slaughter, only one of the men spoke up and said it was an , black wings, a sword of purple and crimson, and a twisted contorted smile as they unleashed carnage.”

“We were all shocked to hear what this man on the verge of insanity was speaking, and when we asked about my they had stated she had not appeared to help them at all, they cursed her, yelling at the sky and crying for their lost loved ones. We had already checked the castle and there was no one to be found. 

Later after repairing some of the buildings and cleaning the streets of blood and...meat. We had them all stay there until we could procure transportation for another city or village. Then ‘She’ returned, my my ‘Friend’, my ‘Sister’, appeared all but too late, I had asked where she had been and why my home was destroyed, why my peoples heads rolled against the street, and why she let it happen. I gave her a chance to explain her absence against my better judgement, but when I heard her answer, I was furious.

“What did she say?”

“She replied, “To what degree of their worthless lives do you care, they were weak, lesser beings, no more than bugs to us, they do not matter, none of what happens here does.” without a hint of emotion on her face and in her voice, and I was at a loss for words, I raised my blade and shield recited the incantation of my master’s will, and swung my blade at her without restraint, our battle lasted hours ending in my defeat, and then she left, not saying a word her, she did not kill me, or even gloat and go on a monologue about how I should be more like her, she just left... I had been pursuing her for 10 years, and I finally found her, right as I was about to draw my blade and strike her down I appeared here, and after hearing my story I BEG of you Barkeep, Send Me Back. 

“...”

“...”

“Your majesty, you are sad, angry, and left feeling betrayed, by the one you were closest too, you are also unsure of their meaning behind what she had told you but you still know what she had intended to have had you understand, and you, Your Majesty know this as well.”

“Yes, Yes I do know, now send me back Barkeep so that I may Kill the woman!”

“I cannot Your Majesty, you already know the answers to all of your own questions, there is no meaning for you to be here, in fact you should not be here at all, for there is no reason.”

“Barkeep, what are you trying to tell me?”

“Your Majesty, you are already dead. You are a wandering spirit with a grudge that can never be settled, an unending hatred towards another with a motivation that will never cease. Only those seeking answers come here, only those with questions come here, you desire neither, you have both already so there is reason for you to be here.”

“No I cannot be dead. How?! Did that woman kill me?! Impossible even if she could not match my speed, there could not have been that much of a difference of power?!”

“Miss I do not wish to startle you or make you panic, but you are indeed dead, I’m sorry”.

“How do you even know that I’m dead Barkeep?! What proof do you have?

“ The ‘water’ I gave to you earlier was not water, it was a popular drink among spirits to give the illusion that their minds of drinking actual water remember their time alive. I apologize.”

“So, I’m really dead? That’s it?”

“Yes, I’m sorry”

“So why can’t I leave then? Why? I don't care about revenge anymore, I...I just want to go home”.(Why am I crying so much? I have never cried so much before this, why now, why here? I just want to go home and see my kingdom, my people my friends my-my-my sister. Why did I think that? After all she has done, why is she still in my head, I HATE HER, she left my kingdom to be destroyed my home our home. Why, do I still care for her after all she had done? Why am I like this?” 

{I find myself standing in front of my she is not facing me she doesn’t even have her guard up, she is smiling she is laughing she-she’s happy}

(Why am I here? Am I still dead?) {I kick a rock and it hits side of another rock} (!!!) “ I’m still alive how, but he said that but, how?”

{Then it occurred to me} (I could kill her I could finally kill her, I could-why do I want to kill her?) (She Left her post and didn’t save our people, but she is happy. She insulted our peoples death and called them worthless insects, but she is happy. She left after we fought in a deathmatch without finishing me off, then why kill her?) 

(She granted mercy to me when I did not, she betrayed my trust, she laughed and cried with us, she ran when danger was near, she loved and suffered with us, she-she-she isn’t who I should kill.)

(An, “, black wings, a sword of purple and crimson, and a twisted contorted smile as they unleashed carnage”)