THE DEAD QUEEN
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David Tyrel Little
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Chapter 1: The Library's Secrets
Enixia sat in the dimly lit corner of the grand library, the muted hum of scholars and the faint rustle of turning pages filling the air. Tall shelves lined the room, packed with countless volumes on history, magic, and ancient artifacts. The towering spires of the library's architecture were as intricate as the carvings on the tomes themselves. She remained cloaked, her hood pulled low to keep her pointed ears hidden as she scanned her surroundings.
She had spent the past hour quietly piecing together a plan. The fewer lives lost, the better. Confrontation, though tempting with her newfound powers, wasn't her first choice. There was too much she didn't know about the castle's defenses and the strength of the kingdom's guards. She had no room for mistakes.
Standing from her seat, Enixia approached the librarian, a thin, elderly man with half-moon spectacles perched precariously on his nose. His robes were worn but neat, and his movements were deliberate as he sorted through a stack of books.
"Excuse me," Enixia said, keeping her voice soft and measured. "I'm looking for information about a... sacred object. Something housed in the castle nearby. Could you help me?"
The librarian peered at her over his spectacles, his gaze sharp despite his years. "The sacred object? You must mean the 'Anagi Relic,'" he said, his voice raspy but authoritative. "Wait here."
He shuffled off toward the shelves, returning moments later with a heavy tome bound in worn leather. He placed it before her with a soft thud and opened it to a marked page. There, etched in meticulous detail, was the image of a fist-sized pyramid, its surface engraved with intricate symbols. The text described it as glowing a dark blue-teal hue, imbued with powers that had remained largely a mystery for generations.
"The relic is said to be locked away in the highest chambers of the castle," the librarian explained. "Its properties have always fascinated scholars, though few have seen it up close. The kingdom guards it zealously."
Enixia nodded, committing the description to memory. She thanked the librarian, carefully closed the book, and returned it to its place on the desk. Sitting back down, she stared at her hands as she mulled over what might happen if things went wrong.
Enixia's gaze drifted toward the library's tall arched windows [https://img.wattpad.com/256d832c579f87b4fcbaa29c4feb884484178013/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f314a5a676a30766e5131504938513d3d2d313530353935353931302e313831353434653261643239616632363535353634353535373836312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Enixia's gaze drifted toward the library's tall arched windows. Beyond them, she could see the castle rising against the twilight sky, its silhouette both imposing and majestic. Her eyes settled on a lone tower, separate from the main structure. A single window near its top flickered faintly with light. It looked like a promising entry point—secluded and likely unguarded.
Her thoughts turned to the Dema. Their ability to fly was their greatest strength. She had seen it firsthand during their battles. But could they carry her to that height? The thought filled her with both hope and apprehension. It would be a test of their strength, and of her control over them.
As she watched the castle, a bitter thought crossed her mind. She wished the Dema could simply fly her all the way back to her floating city, sparing her the trials ahead. But she knew better. The altitude and distance were beyond their capabilities. They could barely sustain their own flight for long; adding her weight would be an even greater challenge. And she could not risk another fall like the one that had shattered her body before.
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No, she thought, gripping the edge of the table. One step at a time. I'll test them on the tower. If they can get me there, I can handle the rest.
As night began to fall, Enixia left the library, her plan solidifying in her mind. She found a quiet, shadowed corner near the castle's perimeter, far from prying eyes. From there, she reached out with her mind, summoning her two Dema puppets. Across the distance, she felt the familiar surge of connection as they obeyed her call, transforming and taking flight toward her location.
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Chapter 2: Inside the castle
When the Dema arrived, their forms loomed in the moonlight, their bat-like wings stretching wide as they landed silently before her. Enixia's resolve hardened as she stepped forward, placing a hand on each of their arms.
"We're going up," she murmured.
They lifted her slowly, each gripping one of her arms. Their wings beat steadily, though she could feel the strain in their movements. It was a slow ascent, the effort visible in every labored flap of their wings. The wind whipped past her, and she clung tightly to them, her heart pounding as the tower's window drew closer.
Finally, they reached the ledge. Enixia swung herself onto the stone, landing with a quiet thud. She turned to the Dema and gestured for them to leave. "Wait out of sight," she commanded. "I'll call you if I need you.
The Dema disappeared into the shadows, their wings carrying them away soundlessly. Enixia turned her attention to the window, her breath catching as she took in the sight before her.
The tower's interior was stunning [https://img.wattpad.com/1e65713390b1205ad608a17fafbbe73161c7c20e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f624746424e57675076434f6c5f773d3d2d313530353935353931302e313831353434663133316438656230353131383834343038383035372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The tower's interior was stunning. Stone walls lined with tapestries depicted scenes of ancient battles and forgotten heroes. The torches on the walls cast a warm, flickering glow, illuminating the intricate carvings that adorned the corridors. The air was cool and carried a faint scent of aged wood and iron.
As Enixia moved cautiously down the hallway, her eyes fell on a series of armor displays. Each set was unique, crafted with care and precision. But one in particular caught her attention. It was a dark black set of spiked armor, its menacing design unlike anything she had seen before. The jagged edges and gleaming surface seemed to radiate an aura of power.
Compelled, Enixia stepped closer and examined it. The armor was her size, and something about it called to her, as though it had been waiting for her arrival. She reached out and began to don the pieces, the cold metal fitting perfectly over her form. The weight was heavy but reassuring, the spikes giving her an edge of intimidation she hadn't realized she wanted.
Clad in the armor, she felt stronger, more prepared for what lay ahead. She tightened the straps and moved further into the castle, her steps silent on the stone floor. Somewhere within these walls was the Anagi Artifact—and she intended to find it.
Enixia moved carefully through the stone hallways, the flickering torchlight casting shifting shadows around her [https://img.wattpad.com/0d7a2a669aef8fb98c0524c5712f51cbb11cba9f/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4e6133464b504e4a3434316339513d3d2d313530353935353931302e313831353434663636626636643666663132353738343633383032332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Enixia moved carefully through the stone hallways, the flickering torchlight casting shifting shadows around her. Each room she entered bore traces of human history—paintings, furniture, and the faint scent of old wood and parchment. Yet none of it offered the answers she sought. The Anagi Artifact eluded her still, and every second spent searching heightened her unease.
Her sharp eyes darted across the carvings on a large wooden door before she pushed it open. Inside, the room was lined with shelves of scrolls and maps, but no sign of the glowing blue-teal pyramid described in the library's text. Frustration welled within her, and her hands curled into fists at her sides.
As she moved toward the next room, an intrusive thought slithered into her mind. Her powers—she had seen firsthand how touching someone revealed their memories. The Dema had been easy to manipulate, their minds laid bare to her as she took control. If she found someone—a guard, a servant, anyone—their knowledge might guide her directly to the artifact.
The idea stopped her in her tracks. Her blackened veins pulsed faintly as she grappled with it, her heart pounding in her chest. The temptation was undeniable. One touch, and she might have all the answers she needed.
But at what cost?
Enixia closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. Images flashed in her mind—the cold indifference of her father, the disdain of her peers, and the cruelty of the world below the clouds. The darkness in her heart whispered that this place deserved no mercy, that these humans were merely obstacles in her way.
She shook her head violently, banishing the thought. No. I'm better than this. I have to be.Enixia resolved to refrain from using her powers unless absolutely necessary. She would not become the monster the world seemed determined to make her. Yet, the decision felt fragile, as though it might crumble under the weight of desperation.
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