Chapter 2

The full moon cast upon the bluish-grey sky with the clouds enclosing in together among the pillars where the castle cascades, a thick fog of olden shadow had cast upon the grey night of all centuries. A peaceful night where peace was bounded to be the words of final wisdom of all decades, where the abductor was seen as someone powerful because he married the gorgeous young princess from the town of Hemsworth. The hunger that was within the abductor led him on making the poor princess's life miserable in agony. The mischief of olden behavior as the human abductor himself little did, he knew that the beast he thinks himself as will be erased by the young naïve princess. He made all celestial beings his enemies but the princess made all celestial being her strongest alliance so she could take him down.

The beast was warned multiple times by the people around him as they saw the young naïve princess practicing witchcraft of blue orchid flower potion that is known to be lethal, and it can wipe off all humanity in his kingdom of fiery ashes. As the new moon hung beautifully on the dark ink sky where the orbits were in the color of red and blue, the power of witchcraft was fierce and fully strong. The alignment of wolves, hybrids, vampires, and witches came together and decided on the recreation of the potion to be vengeful toxic that could kill any chaos as the challenge struck.

The pour of sweet bitter blue orchid poison flowed between the veins of the abductor when he took the first sip of the wine that was given by the naïve princess leading to the reaction of dimethylmercury that form within the veins, the abductor was shocked to see such poison given by the princess to him. Consider arsenic, the poison of kings and king of poisons. Arsenic exploits certain pathways in our cells binds to proteins and creates molecular havoc. Tiny amounts taken over a long stretch produce weakness, confusion, and paralysis. Take less than a tenth of an ounce (2.83 grams) at once, and the classic signs of acute arsenic poisoning ensue: nausea, vomiting, the explosion of blood veins, low blood pressure, then death

Venom was discarded by the young princess as she wonders in the dark ocean of pain and torture the abductor begged for mercy and help but nothing happened. Dimethylmercury was a mixture of arsenic that is volatile enough to penetrate the veins. Two minutes later, the abductor attempts to stumble out of the doors and slurs his words. The clock was ticking and just like that slowly the potion killed him and his kingdom of people everyone thought that the same naïve princess will never be the same as she had become so vicious and dark that the killed all human beings except human females were kept alive for their virginity of blood which maintained the youth of the naïve princess. Upon the last cremation of all ill-mannered male humans and the scent of male dominance, is wiped off.

Cries from women of all ages were heard but the princess did not care about the cries and screams because she killed and burn the male population down the road and the power that she inherited from all celestials made her extremely strong and dark. Despite the town still mourning their lost male counterparts, she decided upon throwing a crowning session where all celestial beings were presented to give their powers so that could create alliances from protecting her palace. The human female was forced to mate with the celestial beings as they needed to produce more hybrids and those who denied it will have to sacrifice their bodily blood to the queen so she could maintain her status quo of being young the beautiful.

Poison is a stealth killer, effective in minuscule amounts, often undetectable. It is the treachery in the arsenic-tainted glass of wine. The fatal attraction: Snow White's poison apple, the death-defying art of the snake handler, the Japanese roulette practiced by those who eat fugu. Without poison, comic book superheroes and villains in plays and movies would be duller. Spiderman exists by the grace of a radioactive spider bite. The rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles can be traced to their fall (as pet turtles) into a sewer along with a container of toxic materials. Laertes used a poison-dipped sword to kill Hamlet, and Claude Rains' nasty mother kept sneaking poison drops into Ingrid Bergman's drinks in the Hitchcock thriller Notorious. This was just the olden tale that was the prediction of her knowing despite the modernization of the society, the village will only be the same.

Slowly the bonding between celestial being made the human virgin female feel safe within the perimeter of the palace borders, time past by all human life regained its growth of life, the garden begin to bloom since the last incident and crops begin to grow to provide a better food source that was an activity being thrived for a long time. The story was presented in the wall of art in Paris as a classical story of how she made a name for herself with the alliances of celestial beings that jumped the society.

When the village viewed her as someone so fragile and easily breakable made the village to sympathy her, indeed the village people celebrated for beautiful young princess marrying the abductor who is bought with pennies of price. Despite her being married to the abductor she was known to be the loneliest girl in town that is bought for pennies of the prize. They dress her up in lovely gowns, she's easy on the eyes but everyone knows that her soul is black and it's a fact that a sneer will eat you alive and the abductor will always bring her back because all she does is the cry so ''take what you want, take what you can'' says the young princess and all do the disgusting men will do is get a taste of her but later toss her like trash in the old alley. Take what you please, don't give a damn ask for forgiveness, never permission it's in the blood and this is tradition. You can take it back; it is good as gone. Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song and I hope what's left will last all summer long they said that boys were boys, but they were wrong.

As she was crowned as the next queen, she named herself from the young naïve queen to Tamara the Dark Evil Queen, as celestials praises her, but it offends the villages because she had grown to be a beautiful and marvelous girl. Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter-shaped waist, and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her perfectly thick arch eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle's-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better. When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room.

It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her mercury-red hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. Anyone who loved her nebulous, reddish, and blueish orbs of eyes which were a-sparkle with the 'Joie de Vivre when it was time for revenge but in the other usual days it was just Eden -green. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto the snow. Her calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised the magical fairies around her that they were plump and Botox-boosted as she had a demure, timorous personality. She sings the song of an angel in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird. Her voguish clothes kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mint. It lingered in the forest long after she had gone. She was indeed a special being because underneath her beautiful flesh skin she had blue blood being flushed inside of her just like the dark queen herself.

The day arises to a new venture of Vikings arrives as a new diplomat, but they were swept off their feet as the Tamara orders a meeting with the village and her new alliances. Since the abductor is dead and there will be no male ruling over my throne I will forever be the queen of this town whether anyone likes it or not. Rules will be made, and villages shall obey so do the alliances from the greater east. The sky swift into the ashes of dark grey no rays of sunlight to ever seen in my territory says Tamara to her people and everyone gasped in shock. Freedom will be taken away as anyone can enter but no one can ever escape as she laughs with evil laughter. However, Tamara decided to relocate her throne to The Forbidden Mountain a range of mountains with a ruined castle at its peak that serves as Tamara's home. The surrounding sky is dark grey and the entire area has a dark atmosphere. The Forbidden Mountain is thought to be one of the gloomiest and darkest places to live. In addition to the foreboding surroundings, various additional deterrents like eerie quietness, menacing statues, crumbling, and decaying architecture, guards patrolling, and the power of Tamara herself would deter any would-be intruder.

The vision of olden armies that craves power across her kingdom will declare wars but little do they know how strong Tamara was as she was dark and powerful to the point no one could even touch her but they could be easily swayed by her beauty as the night falls that is when the lust of her potion and the passion of night will allow all diplomat to taste her because the blood of virgin just keeps her youthful however beneath every story diplomat wonders why she became so cold and vicious because once upon a time she was seen as someone fragile had her body used by many predators that don't aw anyone anymore.

Her bed was always kept warm by the diplomats, diplomats wonder and thinks that they finally taste her or even won her heart, but the truth was beyond each hidden message of contemplation figure that was hidden under each sheet of agreement.

Vampires, wolves, witches, hybrids

All conclude into one unit of celestial beings who didn't nibble on the necks of nubile young virgins. They tore people to pieces and sucked the blood out of the chunks

Extending the blood bath to Tamara

Anguish lurks in the vague arteries of blotches

Alone yet dauntless people glare at her bump

Dissociated with her prior trifle was left unseen by the eyes of the murkiest night

Perfect vision yet it was heavy to divulge the ashes that were portrayed like a clean slate to its a form of grievance

There was nonentity but far latitude

Despite being in a position of far agony

She desired the withdrawal before she suffocates

She had been lost in the era

Ancient melody doesn't sound the same

Her demons were with her

She chooses this according to the appendix that was stated by the celestial beings

Emotionally she was impartial in her feelings

Her thoughts consume her

The reason that she is even alive

Perpetual of her words and phrases

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, witherings, tarnishings

Enemies we're down the freeway of imagination

She poured the poison understanding the deception was her form of revenge on all beings

Especially those humans who had a misconception about her

Primal of life yet it was distinguished by her grey shades of lust

Bridges burned but her soul was sold to the devil himself

He pledges her for her soul

In return, she could keep her child

Not knowing what is next in her journey

She couldn't evade the cloak of implied significance

Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and ice

On the contrary, she was the Hilary of duff

Yet shall no one picture all the points

After everything she had been through

Beginning of a new chapter

Banging against the wall

She assumes the killings, and soul-selling are all a nightmare

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens so we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your chamber in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things

There are no credible knights, no more than there are gods. If you can't conserve yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don't ever believe any different.

She was Tamara before the thunder strike