Pharsa - Chapter 2

Heir to the throne of the Crow People, Princess Pharsa lay trembling with fear on the floor on the very day of her wedding, as she witnessed her tribe being butchered by the blood witch. Her people's attempts to flee the mad carnage of the blood witch by soaring into the sky, proved to be a failure, for where there was blood, the witch simply appears. "Who are you?" croaked the old crow king as the witch came flying with wings as big as a full-grown child. "Alice, my dear king, if it pleases you," the blood witch, Alice, replied, mocking a curtsy. "Now that you know my name, oh your grace. Die." Alice said through gritted teeth, draining the blood out of the king.

Pharsa slowly stood still, losing all of her tethers of control. She never felt such rage before, rage so vicious it numbed her to the core. "Thirsty for blood, are you? Now you shall taste mine!" screamed Pharsa as she felt power surging through her veins, awakening the power buried deep in her blood. Change, Pharsa's body did, turning half of her hair into the color of snow, all the while losing her sight as the surge of her newfound powers coursed over her systems.

Not caring one bit about her sight, Pharsa brought down the wrath of the sky, all the while laughing as the blood witch Alice was forced to flee from such power that Pharsa has shown. "Remember me blood witch, for as long as I live, the wrath of the skies shall be mine, and your life, it would seem as well. Justice has wings, so does vengeance."

Thousands of years is nothing, so long as vengeance has not been met. Here, at this very night, Pharsa lay awakened to the shrill cawing of her beloved crow, Verri. Pharsa sat still, noting the feeling of unease as it crawled on her skin. "Such surge of power," she thought, "I have never felt this surge of power for thousands of years, where do you think it came from Verri?" she wondered. "Verri, bind me your sight, let me see the world through thine eyes," Pharsa told her crow, unleashing her own powers, binding her and Verri into one.

There, in the middle of the night, Pharsa tracked down the source of power. A blasted tower stood in front of her, and inside, floats a woman glowing with embers of dark magic, an army of ghosts kneeling before her feet. Pharsa shook her head, necromancy was no business of her. Just as Pharsa was about to soar the sky once more, she heard the woman whisper. "Those who have forgotten my wrath shall feel it now brewing underneath their waiting graves, and oh, Alice, my dear Alice, I have not forgotten. Not now, and never shall I, long as you have not met me, I who is Death itself."

With newly found interest, Pharsa flew down into the scene and unmerged herself with Verri. Still seeing through the eyes of her crow, Pharsa slowly walked into the ruins of the tower and said, "My, my. Did I hear you say Alice?"