"Maddelyn, Maddelyn!" Lilly's voice yelled through the hollow halls of the royal castle. Her feet picking themselves up at a fastened pace as she ran. Maddelyn, was in fact just walking fast. "Will you wait up a dang moment and talk to me-!"
She was stopped, Maddelyn turned around, her eyes faced the towering military giant. This stare, though, was enough to burn down mountains. "What would you even WANT?!" Her bark was worse than her bite in this case. In the fact that it stung like a cold reminder. "You had your fun with me, you toyed with my heart, and now you want to hurt Doublin?! You are a SICK and TWISTED person, Lilly. There is no way in HELL that I'm going to give you that second chance. You have betrayed my trust, and ultimately, our friendship." Maddelyn scoffed and turned away, walking off.
"But Maddi-" She tried to call out, yet, it was no use. Maddelyn had left, like a raging storm ready to leave for a new town, or a new city. It was useless now.
Penny, on the other hand, was hanging out in the local kingdom's graveyard. On the outskirts of the main city, before lands and lands of broken earth, followed by ruined villages. Watching the local villagers who wish to fight as heroes, train on the undead. Though, she had a different composure to what she had back in the royal library, her hands stayed behind her back, grabbed together as her eyes observed.
Next to her, though, was one of the four guardians. Nick. He was leaning forward on his shovel, watching along with Penny. Looking more relaxed out of the two. He was in charge of undead affairs in the kingdom. And as such, it's his duty to watch everything throw down. On occasion, a few villagers will often get overwhelmed, that's when Nick steps in to break it all up. Mostly the undead end up in pieces.
"See anyone you like?" Nick looked over, he was around the same height as Penny.
"Pardon me?" Penny replied, returning the stare. The ambiance of people fighting the undead filled what silence there was between the two.
"See anyone you like." He repeated himself, mellow in tone, yet not as a question.
"I was asking what you meant by the question, not for you to repeat yourself Nick." She had to rephrase herself too, unfortunately.
"You serious?" He laughs, standing back up, now visibly taller. "You can't be a Queen without a King. An Usurper, maybe, but I don't think you're that mean."
"Marry one of these villagers?" Penny's eyes followed his head as he stood up straight, yet disgust filled both tone and look.
"Yeah. It's not like you have a chance with anyone else. These people idolize you, and would give their entire soul just to be with you for more than a minute."
"As such with a Queen of my stature."
"Which means you should have someone who can help equally share that love. You can't just expect us to help you with all your problems."
"I don't expect you to. I demand you to."
"That's a tad harsh, Penny."
She didn't reply, merely looking back to the villagers fighting. A candidate for marriage? Such an obtuse idea. To whom would even be a worthy candidate? None of these, that is for sure. "I'm going to join them. I've grown bored." Penny lifted a hand up to signal to Nick, followed by grabbing onto her hood.
"Really? All right then..." He did not protest, and tapped on the ground a few times, as Penny began to walk in.
As she stepped forward, she began to speak unknown words, taking off her hood as the long brunette hair that kept itself away flowed out. Her hands came down as they started to glow, before moving out in-front of her. As they continue to glow, what appears to be a rod of light manifests itself. The villagers who are not currently participating in any fighting at that moment, looked in shock and awe at what was unfolding.
With a twirl, the rod had formed itself into a two sided hand axe, Penny looked onward to the undead who rose before her. Only the strategic mind of a Queen would be used upon this battlefield.
The Undead that rose were tall and strong, warriors of a forgotten time that still stood against the challenge of fate. These were, in the truthful sense of the word, the hardest undead to beat here. But that did not stop her from staring them down. She was smaller than them, as giant behemoths they were.
Observation, location, targeting. These were the three traits any warrior must learn in order to finish their foes quickly. For these giant behemoths, their weakness was the back of their knees, and of course this is where Penny dashed to first. She had fought these enemies time and time again, they were the only challenge she could find outside of the Villager's 'Fight Club.'
Jumping, she spun to deliver three blows to the back of one knee, this caused the behemoth to fall down with a grunt. But, while she possesses these mental talents, so do these mighty warriors. As Penny would use her small stature to jump and run around the behemoth she had decided on focusing on, she was grabbed by another.
With no words, Penny let out a mighty storm of lightning, shocking the behemoths hand and forcing it to drop her. As she hit the ground, her balance was lost. Forced to stumble, she used what strength her legs had still and jumped into the air. Her hand axe had extended into a larger battle axe whilst she was jumping back. As she came towards the ground, the axe was spun into the ground, as she held onto the wooden frame of it's hilt, her strength was enough to push the earth beneath her. As she dragged it towards herself, she let out a battle cry. One so fierce that even those in the kingdom's main city's inner streets could hear. The earth finally moved, and her strength built up a magical momentum, forcing her into a spin towards the behemoth that grabbed her.
With the battle cry ringing within their ears, the axe grew even larger, before colliding with the behemoth's head. A clean split. As soon as the axe cut through the behemoth and deep into the ground, the cry of the same mighty behemoth became even louder than the cry Penny had given out. And with such a cry, came a downpour of blackened blood. The behemoth was too dead to have warmth in their veins, thus resulting in a blackened cold blood. The axe had shrunken back down to it's hand axe size, as Penny looked towards the other behemoth, the cold blood raining down on the two, locked in a battle that could result in death for the both of them.
Penny wound herself up. She was ready to rush in at the first sign of the behemoth's next attack. And, just as she predicted, it's foot came up to try and stomp on her. Penny rushed forward, into the danger that looms above her. Jumping, her axe became a nice hook as she stabbed into the foot of the behemoth from below. Using this, she swung up with her feet, stepped on the under foot, then brought her hand axe out and begun a quick climb. She didn't have very long until the foot came down to the ground. Not very long until she was forced into the ground. But despite all odds, she was invigorated. She felt alive, awake, happy. This is what she wanted.
But as she was nearing the side of the foot, what heard like a fast and deadly punch being delivered, sounded off. And with that, a screaming and falling Behemoth. Luckily for Penny, the behemoth was falling to the opposite side of where she was. She ripped her axe out of it's foot and jumped back down to the ground, looking around for the source of the interruption.
But, would you believe a source, if it looked like yourself?
Penny was taken aback when she saw a floating person, yet it looked nothing like a mage. It had long flowing brunette hair, black skin-tight sport shorts, and a baggy sleeve-less t-shirt. They were also holding what looked like a giant wrench. "Who are you?!" Penny screamed out as loud as she can. Though most of her energy is drained from the fighting, she caught the attention of this mysterious person. "Come down here, and I'll teach you a lesson in interrupting someone's fight!"
The floating person lowered themselves fast, colliding with the ground, yet still standing upright. Their impact was fast enough to break the earth beneath them, sending up puddles of cold black blood. This gave Penny a closer look at her fighter. Initial shock, as a face she's known for a long while, was worn on this fighter's face. "Wh-who..." She dropped her axe, maybe overreacting to the current events. To seeing someone with a face that looks exactly like her own.
"Where is father?" The fighter spoke. Though it is hard to recognize your own voice through your own ears, she spoke with a slight hint of robotic noise.
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