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Vengeance Is Mine
By: Jami JoAnne Russell
They had killed my love. The woman I worshiped. They killed her in cold
blood. Raped her and then slit her throat. Leaving her to bleed to death next
to our little baby boy. They took my daughter. My beautiful 16 year old
daughter. They took her and sold her as a slave. A slave! Right now my poor
girl was being beaten and raped by some fat pig of a "noble". She'll have his
children, or the children of the men he shared her with. And never once will
he care for her. The little child with the red hair and golden brown eyes. My
hair, my dead wife's eyes. And my son. My son is now with some woman who's
own babe died. Drinking her milk, though he's not taking to it well. I pray
he doesn't starve.
I cannot let them get away with this. That's why I went to see her. The woman
they say has the evil eye. She's not an old hag like you would think. She's
beautiful. Full, thick, black hair that tumbles down to her knees. Her father
I hear came from the place some people call the Dark Country. They say he was
a savage. Her skin isn't milky white like most of the women here, the kind
that burns too easily, but a light brown or beige. And her eyes - they are
such a pale, pale blue they're almost white. The first finger on her left
hand is longer then the middle on. The mark of the witch. I've come here to
her for help. And she knows it. She doesn't even ask as she opens the door,
just steps back and lets me enter her cottage.
Dried herbs and other such things hang from every place imaginable. Along
with animals, living and dead. Sometimes just their heads or paws. There's a
bull testicle stuffed with wolfsbane. A pot bubbles over the fire. Into this
she throws some of the wolfsbane, lavender, and a mandrake root. The demon
inside the mandrake root screams as she cooks it. "You want vengeance." she
says, softly. Her voice is like honey. "I'll give you a chance for vengeance,
but first you must do something for me." She took out a cup and dipped it
into the pot and bade me to drink. I did. As I did I saw her strip and beckon
me to her bed. I was powerless to resist.
In the morning I found myself eating at her table. My skin is black as night
now. And hard like metal. I try to cut it but it doesn't cut. In fact, sparks
fly when I do this. I feel something on my back too. I don't know what.
"You'll be needing to leave something for your child." Her eyes said it all.
She didn't mean the boy of me and my wife. She meant the one she had given her
virginity to have. I stand and point to the clothing I no longer need.
"There's money in there. And the pants are leather. You can sell them for
quite a bit." She nodded and I walked outside as I saw my hands turn into
claws.
I take to the air. Becoming more and more what I want to be. Hard. Strong.
I catch my reflection as I pass over a lake. I am a dragon. I am vengeance.
They sit at their dinner as I strike. Their weapons are nothing compared to my
flame of vengeance. I raze the castle to the ground. I kill them. But unlike
them I leave the women and children as untouched as possible. Trying to get
them to run away before the castle tumbles before my terrible claws. The
knights roasted alive in their armor. And that fat noble man who took my
wife's life, who sold my daughter to someone in another kingdom. He just sits
there as I look at him with my flame red eyes. I roar. He screams and pees
himself as my flame reaches out to him. Cooking him like he was no more then
a fat pig. I laugh as I look at his blacken body. I laugh as the knights that
are left throw their puny spears at me. I take to the air.
There was one last thing to do. I had to find my daughter. One thing to do
before I dedicated myself to the life I was born for.
Vengeance.
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