Moving Millicent.

The Ancient's Demise.

Millicense moved swiftly from her throne, thrashing the sharp end of her scepter here and there to stop her attackers. She would not be beaten by mere mortals! Her dignity would not be lost in such a way!

"How dare you show yourselves in the presence of a Goddess!" cried Millicense, feeling weak from the poison these cruel people had slipped her the night before. And after she had thrown them such a feast! "How dare you betray your ruler!"

"We have no ruler!" yelled one of the towns people, followed by the outrageous agreement from his mob. The Great Goddess thrust her scepter, sending rushing waves of icey water onto the skin of her once beloved people, sending them downstream, limp and lifeless. She would surely die from the poison, but at the hands of these peasants? Never.

The Earth shook with her wrath, sending deadly showers upon the remaining fighters. Her anger pushed her through the dread and fear of dying, until every one of her past Queendom's town's people were dead.

"You will regret this," Millicense hissed at their bleeding leader, falling to her knees in shame and pain. "You will all regret this."