The Things of Nightmares

Genève stood at the window, looking out at her people. The filthy peasants worshiped her, but it was not enough.

“Groll!” she shrieked at her head moron. He hurried into her chambers and glanced up, trying to gauge her mood.

“Yes, My Queen?” he asked nervously, his eyes cast down, hoping not to provide with her any reason to be displeased.

“Bring me Zeek. The time has come for us to have our little talk. Make sure he is shackled with the chains that make his magic useless. If he escapes, I will have your head!”

She paced back and forth, running her fingers through her long crimson hair. She had been waiting for this day for twenty years. When she thought about all of the time and effort wasted on this little man, she became furious all over again. As she waited, she thought back to the day it had all begun. She could not believe how much had happened since then.

Genève noticed Groll and Zeek coming down the corridor. She immediately stopped pacing, smoothed out the wrinkles in her