Low in the south rainclouds were forming, the darkness marring the dim green of the rainforest, its countenance already beginning to dull without the bright crimson queen at its helm. The darkness was falling upon it, the two she had left at its helm already being challenged in worth, in ability, in anything and everything possible so that the grubbing worms of the forest might feast upon the throne left vacant. The mists of hell were beginning to gather, softly forming in her own land…circular patterns about those maggots whose “loyalties” suddenly dissolved with the footsteps of their once cherished queen. From the rocks hanging upon the eyries of the eagles she patiently kept watch over her beloved homeland, her gaze directed at once towards those she had left it to. They seemed to be moving quite well towards recovery, much the same as she was, but still there was a dark spot growing upon her bright Hollow, the dark, clawing sore of greed. She was well aware that already coalitions were rising against those she had chosen, and for that her mind began to burn, a cleansing flame of pure, undeniable hatred that ever flared when her will not now explicitly obeyedÿ

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