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Hecate's Beginning

Hecate grit her teeth as she watched the soldiers march into the town square like a mass of rats. She hated when they came someone would always disappear and never be seen or heard from again, know one knew what happened to them or where they would go. Many suspected that they were killed for their magical abilities, in fear that their village would rise up and try to take over the kingdom. The soldiers would come like clockwork to her village looking for those who had come of age for their powers to begin to show. Hecate's village held a clan that was known to produce the most powerful magical abilities but it was not contained to just this clan, for whatever reason when living in this place gave those that were born here rare magical abilities that normally are not seen or the land would gift the young with abilities that were common but impressively powerful.

Hecate had a secret and she was willing to do anything to keep it a secret. She had gained her powers two years ago but lucky for her she has been able to go undetected thanks to her magic. See she is able to control the minds of others. When the soldiers come she uses her abilities to cast their minds elsewhere or make them see her younger than what she really is, allowing her to hide. This time however as she cast her ability out to the soldiers feeling their minds seeing who they were she came across a mind that she had never felt before and it made her blood run cold. Her face lost all color as she stood staring at the Prince of Tenebrous. His mind was like a fortress, impenetrable. She had never met someone who could block out her abilities so well. She had heard that the prince had overthrown his father but she didn't believe it to be true, but now standing across the town square was the proof. Standing tall with a wicked looking crown balanced on his head, Prince Escherichia moved his eyes across the group of scared viscets huddled together on the opposite side of the town square, his face full of disgust until they found Hecate.

Hecate froze at the sight of the Princes cold green eyes on her. The group of viscets that surrounded her slowly moved away from her as his gaze intensified. The Prince called across the square " Tell me your name, now". Horrified that he had discovered her, she stepped forward determined not to be afraid of this ruthless Prince. She answered him in, her strong and unwavering voice carrying across the space " I am called Hecate my Prince". A smile grew across the Princes face " Tell me Hecate what is the gift that you have been given by the gods." Hecate kept her face neutral, something she had always been good at, no one ever knew what she was thinking or feeling. Looking the prince in the eyes she responded calmly but purposely "I have no powers my Prince, I have never been gifted by this great land like so many before me." The Echeverias smile turned into a sneer " We will just have to see how true that is aren't we." Looking at the soldiers surrounding him he only gave a nod and hell broke loose all around her. She soon realize with only a moment to spare that these were no normal soldiers, every single one of them had a magical ability, ranging from weak to mildly powerful. Fire, air, plasma and other magics flew at her, she had no choice she had to use her power or else she would die. Looking at the Prince, that she was beginning to admire, she smiled wickedly grabbing hold of all of their minds at once. The prince nodded at her " You my dear Hecate are a beauty, I knew the second I felt you brush against my mind that you would be something like me, something not complete, something willing to risk everything just to bring a moment of pain to another." Hecate's cruel smile only grew bigger as she began to squeeze the week soldiers minds to their breaking point " So my Prince now what happens, are you going to drag me off like your father had with the others to kill them for fear that I will take over your kingdom." The Prince only shook his head as his soldiers slowly sank to the ground as fear poured from them. "No my blood red dear, you will be my queen."

A gasp rippled through the town square at the Princes proclamation. Hecate keeping her tight grip of the soldiers minds jeered at the prince. "I will not be your little play thing my Prince, I will not bow and act pretty for you." Echeveria slowly walked toward Hecate " No my dear you misunderstand I want you to be my Queen to Rule by my side, I do not need another toy, what I need is someone just as I am." Echeveria stopped a few steps away from Hecate and extended his paw. “So tell me Hecate what will you choose." Hecate looked from the Prince to the soldiers that she was still holding with her mind. She looked back at the horned monster that was the prince and put her paw into his. The prince smiled "Now my dear I would appreciate it if you would allow my soldiers to live, it is hard to find good pawns these days." Hecate's silver eyes slid over to the soldiers who were now pale faced and panting from her power. All at once she let them go, watching them slump to the ground. With a wicked smile the once poor village girl with a secret was now the most powerful female in the kingdom.

The pair would later be called the living embodiments of Death and Despair….

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Well I tired... Sorry that it is not the best quality.

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Possible mark? such a gorgeous cet!!

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Thanks Wrathia! I love your art I wish I was that great at drawing!

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