Queen of Disaster

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. Zariah’s hand shot forth, steadying the girl on her feet, the barest hint of a smirk on her lips. She reveled for a moment in the pain the girl felt for even her tiny hint of denial of her command. But she wouldn’t let it last long. The Merciless would shepherd the young girl’s mind down the right path, and the pain would be but the tiniest reminder of the debt she owed for the life the Archmage had chosen not to take this day. ”Of course your mother can come, sweet girl. If she raised such a girl as you, I am certain she will thrive in Halo as well.” she cooed, dulcet tones coaxing her towards the right path. ”Now, calm yourself. It can be difficult to be faced with hard choices, but it really isn’t so hard, now is it? Bring your family to Halo, where you will all be prized for talent and skill.”