Re: Rumors of Reincarnation (CC, Khivar/Mature) Pt.10 12/07/08
Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 2:51 pm
Welcome to my readers!
Janetfl - Thanks again for your inspiring feedback!
11 Long Live the Queen
The only true shortcoming in his endeavors was turning out to be that zanderian mission to the foul backwater rock known as Terran, or “Earth” as the locals referred to the dirtball.
He lays the blame of his grief on this hot topic firmly at the feet of the scheming hag that started it all. Upon discovering that the indispensable Granolith could not be located when all the smoke cleared from the takeover, his most trusted Seers determined that it had been spirited away from this galaxy by the duplicitous Queen Dowager.
The shock of this atrocious deed must have clouded their perception because they received no inkling that her crimes were even more heinous than first imagined.
He considers it a direct attack against his regime, to underhandedly produce clones of his enemies and conceal them while they maturate to be used as weapons at a future date. For what other purpose could there possibly be, to produce such monstrosities? And who was even capable of achieving such unimaginable results in the first place? Perhaps he should not have wiped out so many of Zan’s top Scientists when he came to power.
Their skills died with them.
His modus operandi would have been to eliminate the conniving Wfitch along with the rest of her clan in a grand spectacle that emphasizes his dominance.
But the other irksome Monarchs in the Whirlwind Galaxy would never have gotten over it if he’d had the beloved Queen Mother executed.
More importantly, he didn’t want the knowledge that the Granolith was missing to reach beyond his inner circle. So the Dowager now lives a meager existence exiled on a small bleak mountainous island in the middle of the distant North Sea. The old biddy is wily and sharp. So far, she keeps her secrets well. But his operatives are planted everywhere and his hand is in every pie.
One day soon, he will finally break her.
Janetfl - Thanks again for your inspiring feedback!
This is profoundly prophetic!By the sounds of it there isn't going to be much left by the time he is finished!!!
It hasn't come up in what I've written so far. People have more immediate concerns that this is not even a factor.I'm wondering (although I don't expect you to tell me) whether you are going to show us what happens when the people find out the rumours of the royal four being alive.
11 Long Live the Queen
The only true shortcoming in his endeavors was turning out to be that zanderian mission to the foul backwater rock known as Terran, or “Earth” as the locals referred to the dirtball.
He lays the blame of his grief on this hot topic firmly at the feet of the scheming hag that started it all. Upon discovering that the indispensable Granolith could not be located when all the smoke cleared from the takeover, his most trusted Seers determined that it had been spirited away from this galaxy by the duplicitous Queen Dowager.
The shock of this atrocious deed must have clouded their perception because they received no inkling that her crimes were even more heinous than first imagined.
He considers it a direct attack against his regime, to underhandedly produce clones of his enemies and conceal them while they maturate to be used as weapons at a future date. For what other purpose could there possibly be, to produce such monstrosities? And who was even capable of achieving such unimaginable results in the first place? Perhaps he should not have wiped out so many of Zan’s top Scientists when he came to power.
Their skills died with them.
His modus operandi would have been to eliminate the conniving Wfitch along with the rest of her clan in a grand spectacle that emphasizes his dominance.
But the other irksome Monarchs in the Whirlwind Galaxy would never have gotten over it if he’d had the beloved Queen Mother executed.
More importantly, he didn’t want the knowledge that the Granolith was missing to reach beyond his inner circle. So the Dowager now lives a meager existence exiled on a small bleak mountainous island in the middle of the distant North Sea. The old biddy is wily and sharp. So far, she keeps her secrets well. But his operatives are planted everywhere and his hand is in every pie.
One day soon, he will finally break her.