4

"She doesn't even know." Orange stood hiding behind a giant pillar as she eavesdropped on her mom talking to a figure in black. "About anything? Including her father?" The figure asked. 

"Phht, shes to stupid to figure out a single clue hes dead. Or that I killed him." Oranges mom picked her nail. "She is a weakling, too. No trace of magic." The black figure shifted and Orange saw a bit of the face. She covered her mouth to stop from screaming.

"So, how is the spying going?" the figure crossed his arms. "Perfect! No suppositions whatsoever I am a Aurum. The entire species is all thought up in the fight to much, anyway." Orange snarled. "The little shit is in my way, though. Clingy."

"Do you want me to get rid of her then?" The figure moved the black to show sharp and shiny daggers. "Oh, yes! However you want!" Oranges mom said joyfully.

"TRAITOR!!!" They whipped around to see Orange standing there, tears streaming down her face. "Yah, there is the little crybaby bitch in my way. What do you want?" Orange's mom smirked.

There eyes went wide as they watched Orange's tears turn black, permintely on her face. Her teeth grew fangs and a wolf tail sprouted. Black and red horns curved through her hair and her eyes turned slits. "I thought you said she was weak!?" The black figure choked out. "She has never done that!!!" Oranges 'mom' screamed.

"You killed dad and did not tell me, you want to kill me, you are not a parent at all, and your a AURUM. BITCH!" Orange spat. "Oh try me harder, sweetheart."  Orange's mom said plainly.

"Then lets try DEAD." Orange said, sprinting at her mother. She flew around and watched as a blue spear came out of the ground and pierced her mother. Her eye sparkle faded as she smiled. A evil smile. She felt a sharp poke at her right hand and looked at it. 

There sat the red blood death spell. Painted with her mothers blood. The red liquid soaked into the skin and Orange tried wiping it off. Nope. 

Orange looked over the wall she was standing on. "Mine." Orange whispers as her eyes scanned over the green fealds and small towns.

She did not realize she had a private audience.