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 Niteshade 
Have I always been alone? Niteshade found herself wondering to herself 
      within the familiar and comforting darkness of her throne room. She 
      vaguely remembered others at one point in her very early life, but it was 
      too far in her past to remember. If they existed once, they were no longer 
      of any part of her life.  And yet she remained 
      curious. Had there been a life before the goblin camp in which she grew 
      up? She was not a goblin, obviously. She was an elf, kidnapped at birth 
      for their amusement. It had been the same for the rest of the children 
      there, the same story over and over. At two, 
      after learning to walk, run and talk, she was also finished learning to 
      fight in the goblin tournaments. It was the reason she had been abducted, 
      and it meant becoming a goblin feast if any of them didn't 
      comply. She hadn't necessarily been alone 
      during those times, however. There were always others around her, fellow 
      captives and their captors. The problem was that unable to get too close 
      to anyone, thanks to the goblin tournaments.  It was 
      those very tournaments which gave her a name, and an identity. Niteshade. 
      It had been her first weapon she had ever used and she used it well 
      against her first ever opponent. She had been horrified to see the boy 
      sprawled on the ground. He had been so limp that she thought him dead. 
       He hadn't been, to her delight. She had 
      simply knocked him out. After that first trial, her thoughts flew, trying 
      to figure out what to do next time she was put up against one of her own. 
       Then it hit her. Magic! She knew full well 
      how easy it would be to get rid of an opponent without hurting them too 
      much and she could put on a good show so the goblins would never 
      suspect. By the time she turned four, she was 
      the indisputable champion of the tournaments. She had begun to grow 
      corrupt from the crowd, who often yelled encouragement to further injure 
      the defeated child before her for their 
      entertainment. And then came the day which 
      would forever change her life. She was put up against the one child in the 
      entire colony which did not fear, loathe or resent her yet. The only one 
      with whom she had begun to befriend. Wissa. 
      Her name had come from the the blanket she had with her when she was 
      taken. She was an excellent fighter and often fought to kill, since that 
      was what she had been taught in her previous troubled life. She was also 
      undefeated. It had been quite entertaining for 
      the onlookers who cheered and jeered as the four year olds went at each 
      other with an imaginary vengeance. They matched each other, or so it 
      seemed, blow for blow and neither was gaining any 
      ground. This has gone on long enough, she remembered herself thinking. 
I've got to put an end to this. They have gone too 
      far. In a magnificent burst of 
      light, she tossed Wissa to the other side of the ring, half conscious, and 
      caused a number of goblins in the first few rows to writhe in pain. 
       "I want to see the chief!" she demanded. Her 
      small voice rang clearly in the ears of the silent crowd and sent a small 
      chill up a few of their spines. "Where is he?"  
      An intimidating goblin with a strange headdress stepped into the ring and 
      carefully approached the girl. Though he kept his composure, his eyes 
      betrayed his fear as he bored down onto the little girl. "You are magic?" 
      he said with a quaver so slight, only Niteshade heard it. 
       "Of course," she had replied calmly. The 
      seconds dragged on heavily as she awaited his next move. 
       The chief's face had become grave. Anger now 
      mixed in with the fear in his eyes, putting his mind into a frenzy. This 
      child could destroy him at a thought if she so chose.  And then came a 
      moment she would never forget. The man took off the headdress, allowing 
      dirty, unkempt hair to tumble out, and gave it to her. A loud cheer went 
      up in the crowd and she tentatively took it.   
      Wissa had been the first to pledge allegiance to her, being the first 
      there and now awake once more. The rest present were quick to follow her 
      example. No one wanted to feel her potential 
      wrath. In the last of the sometimes week-long 
      conferences with the high council the goblins revealed a startling bit of 
      information. They claimed to have done this, all of it, because the other 
      races had forced them, first off their land and then off their own 
      dimension. They fled here in search of refuge and did not find any. 
      Niteshade sympathized and worked long and hard to discover a way to punish 
      the people of this land for their heartlessness. 
       She soon learned of stories adults told to 
      children as history. They also muttered similar things when they became 
      irritated and times became hard. These were the many tales of the 'old 
      world'. A plan soon formed in the four year 
      old's mind to deviously purge the land of these people. For a week 
      straight, day and night, she labored to create a curse to make any and all 
      who spoke of these stories as truth to disappear into thin air without a 
      trace. During that time, she decided to get a 
      bodyguard. Niteshade was quite wary of the sudden friendship displayed by 
      the goblins and thus appointed her only true ally, Wissa, to the task. She 
      smiled at the memory of her friend's report at the end of that strenuous 
      week. "I would tell you how many tried to kill you, but I can only count 
      to ten." The pile she had made ended up having sixteen, the former chief 
      among them. The queen paid a visit before 
      Niteshade had completely recovered from the aftereffects of creating the 
      curse. Her majesty was not amused when she was greeted by a child who 
      looked like she missed nap time who claimed rule. She did, however, decide 
      to humor the elf girl with an audience. The 
      meeting was a blur to her to say the least. She remembered only making a 
      small demonstration of magic, then being accepted as the queen's disciple. 
      From then on the queen or one of her attendants lectured her on such 
      things as etiquette and how to behave in court with the various other 
      species aligned with the Fae.  And then she 
      came into full power. The queen 'mysteriously vanished', naming Niteshade 
      her successor. At ten, she knew all she needed to know and, after the 
      necessary grieving, she began to raise an army. Once more she would purge 
      the land, though it would be different this time. This time she would be 
      more direct and this time she would force these other races into hiding. 
      She would do all this in the name of her former majesty. 
       Once more, a smile formed on Niteshade's 
      lips. She knew well the fate of her queen, the one who taught her how to 
      get what she wanted to get, no matter what, without getting her own hands 
      dirty. In teaching this, her majesty had sealed her own fate. 
       Wissa strode towards her throne and gave a 
      short bow. "Your majesty," she said with a cruel smile. "We have 
      caught the ones the prophesy foretold. They currently await your 
      arrival." There was a small click in her head. 
      Her own fate had just been sealed as the conqueror and ruler of this 
      world. All that was left was to face those with her own face, the ones who 
      would make her no more.
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