This body isn't hers.They made sure of that. She bore the mark of the Queen.The Queen they all despised. She couldn't be destroyed, she became their toy. Little did they know the Queen still lived. Waiting, watching, and teaching her.
Disclaimer: This is a side blog for boraxebs. Ameretat is Bora's past life. Preferred time frame of plots to be between 1860's through early 2012.
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She had ran all the way back to her house after sneaking away from the men who had found her from the grave. Her tiny body had various little nicks from running through the woods, her lungs expanding and contracting heavily as she tried to catch her breath as she stood just outside the door the servants used to go in and out of the house. Ameretat hid in the shadows waiting for someone to come through the door so she could sneak in and lay in her bed like nothing had ever happened.
Finally the door crept open as one of the young house servants came out to dispose of the garbage from that day. Quietly she bolted across the lawn and slipped inside the door just before it closed shut. Everything was quiet, the night was coming to an end, her parents would be in their study winding down as the servants were in their quarters preparing for the next day. Creeping across the kitchen floor she made her way to the grand staircase without a sound, she had to get in her room before her mahman caught her out of the bed. Her mother would always be furious with her after she returned from disappearing acts.
As she stepped into her room she froze. There was another girl in her room, in her clothes, playing with her toys. Running over Ameretat knocked the little wooden square block from her hands and pushed her. Anger flaring up with her little body, Ameretat threw herself on top of the other and began to hit her through tears. The men told her that her parents had replaced her, that her mahman was the one who had drugged and buried her. She believed them now.
The innocent young girl laid on the floor screaming, trying to cover her face, as Ameretat continued to hit her. Multiple footsteps bust threw the door, servants gripped Ameretat by the arms to stop her from hitting and yanked her from the other. “Mahman, I’m sorry, shan’t leave again!” The woman who she had called mother walked over and slapped her across her small face. Gripping her hair, Ameretat’s mother pulled her from the servants arms and dragged her back down stairs.
Tears staining her throbbing face as she clutched at the hand that held tightly to her hair, “Mahman! Please!” As he couldn’t take the screaming child anymore a man came over and forced her out of her mothers hand. “Papa!”
It was as if her soul had shattered, the man that she loves so much, the man that she always clung too, the man who had taken her under his wing despite his wife’s warnings, had lifted her from the ground and strode towards the front door. Once he had the door open, he tossed her out as if she were nothing. Unable to speak, she laid on the gravel watching as he turned around and closed the door. Her senses slowly fading.
Not very long after, through her tears she saw legs running towards her. Two, four, six, and eight. Her sense of hearing returning, revealing that it was two dogs running at her. Trying her best, she struggled to get up and move, only to be caught by the leg by one. Screaming, the lights turned off in the house, as the other canine rushed over and bit her shoulder.
The two massive dogs, growling as they shake their heads viciously, tearing through her flesh right down to the bone. Desperately, she reaches up find the eyes of the one at her shoulder and sinks fingers into it’s eyes. Her body heating up rabidly, burning the mouths of the dogs. Whimpering they try to pull away from her as black sigils spread across her skin. Tendrils transferring onto the animals draining them of their life, fueling Ameretat with energy.
Huffing, her hand with her fingers gouged into eye sockets take ablaze, burning the head clean off the dogs neck. Reaching down she grabs a hold of the other and snaps it neck.
Looking up from her two kills, the sigils even more pronounced underneath her cold onyx eyes,”daad… Qaff miim.” Her heart no longer filled with love, it was mad, and it was crazy. She knew that they would all pay for what they have done.
