The night was young. As the local church bell struck midnight, a figure stepped from the shadows. As the person grew closer to the light, one could clearly see she was a woman. She was beautiful, with a wonderful body and heavy muscles. She brushed a strand of her red hair out of her face. She had an evil smirk on her face, and was truly evil, however the most frightful part about her was her eyes.
Her blood-red eyes sparkled with hatred, and seemed to silence the large metropolis of a city. Even the bulldog across the street wimpered and backed away, apart from his usual barking with anger at prowlers.
In her right hand was a scepter; upon the top was a red gem that glowed with power. She gently stroked the gem, moaning as some of its power was transmitted into her body. She cackled loudly, but no one in the town stirred from their deep sleep.
One soul heard the menacing cackle, however. She stood on her balcony, overlooking her city, her world. Nervously, she played with one of her long, blond ponytails. She could feel something in that laugh. Something cold. And yet she promised herself she would not overreact. But something nagged at her, told her that the person producing that laugh would be at the palace very soon.
