Chase

by Crimson Skye

A wonderful scent filled the Potion Chamber. A wicked, satisfying smile glimpse upon a curvaceous lips. The hooded figure called upon her servant. Snow appeared out of the dark. Skull lifted the seed out of the glass cylinder and placed it on her palm. She dipped her finger into the potion pot. A drop of the liquid potion made the seed grow into a beautiful bud of some kind of flower. It was golden in color and was glittering. It grows without a soil leaving the roots bare on her palm. “Now… now… what a beautiful creature you are.” Skull laughed wickedly. She put the flower on the messy table beside her, filled with magical essences and ancient books of spells, lifting another seed into her palm. She had made a dozen of golden floras with its glittering buds. The flower grow continuously. Its bud was now as huge as the human fist and still, it continued to enlarge. Skull turned to Snow. “My darlings need an ample space,” the hooded figure said. “Plant them all over the Kingdom. They need plenty of air to breathe.” Snow nodded and summoned her own servants. Hooded men appeared and gathered all the golden buds then vanished in the thin air.

  Snow spoke with her master. “The legion of rebels were now a mile away from the fortress. The soldiers were on their post now. What else do you want me to do?” Her voice were somewhat troubled.

  Skull chuckled. “Why are you bothered with those useless beings? Do you think their blunted steel could kill me?” She tightened her gripped on the scepter on her hand, glaring on Snow. The servant lowered her gaze and said, “No, Her Ladyship.” Skull left the Potion Chamber and into the throne she went. Her servant trailed on her. Skull draw a breath and said, “Create a barrier surrounding the castle.” Snow was about to leave when the hooded figure spoke again. “Make sure it was a worthy one, Snow.” The servant nodded and vanished.

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