Prolouge

"Wait, what? What are saying to me?" The Crimson Queen stared at her father in part disbelief, and in part anger. "I said what I said, and I meant it. You must know by now I cannot give you what you want." The King said this softly, with firmness. His eyes were growing darker as he gazed down at his daughter, he had not planned for her to know, he had not planned for it to happen. "I want it! I Need it!" The Queen stomped her foot in frustration, much like a small boy who was full of stubbornness and hate at his mother, whom would not oblige to give him what he wanted. "No, no daughter. Listen to me! You must think! Use your brain, child! You know nothing!" He was getting mad now, his eyes were blazing like a bonfire on a summer's eve. His daughters' eyes, like his, were blazing also; but with more fire and evil. Always evil. The Crimson Queen opened her mouth, then closed it. She gnashed her teeth together once, angrily. "I will get power! I will get the power! Mark my words, and you are not going to stand in my way!" She said this with an air of defiance before stomping out through the big stone doors and into the courtyard that lay yonder. She was impossible.