But the sound of defeat finally took place, when the Queen removed the Sword of Talon from her side. By now it was so bright the entire night was lit, which brought more panic to the enemy. And just that quick, the Viscount and his troops ran for their lives, scattering through the forest.
Within moments the sword dimmed and returned to orange. Her troops were elated of course, but Queen Natasha was not so happy. She was sullen, having felt betrayed. As she pulled her soldiers together, they continued their journey to the coast.
She could not wait to leave this place. She would never again be bullied by the people of her own kingdom. She wanted to weep simply from anger, but refused to let it loose in front of the others.
At one point her horse snorted and she listened closely to the sounds of the night forest. And then she heard it, the sound of water running. She stopped, then dismounted and said, “Everyone wait here!” She was so angry she could slice the ear off of anyone that followed her.
It was the river of black rocks. “Was this entire place cursed?”……
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