Artificial light lit up the room, and the windows revealed a glowing moon, its light embracing its shining children. The only sound in the large, luxurious room was the occasional metal tinking against porcelain.
A tall, humanoid figure with antler-like horns was curled on a blue couch, a pillow secured between her and the armrest. The flames from the heater warmed her light green skin. Absentmindedly, she blew on the steaming mug nursed in her hands, taking a small, tentative sip as her silver eyes gazed into the flickering flames.
It was times like this, Rosil's thoughts became louder, trying desperately to remind her of her previous life. At these times, Rosil wallowed in her old wounds- acknowledging it's lingering pain. Each year, the memories became blurrier, the words harder to distinguish, the pain fading a bit more. But it could never wholly get rid of them all- she would always remember the memories which continued to haunt her.
She remembered when she was younger, when people knew her as Tivora; the adventurous, bubbly girl who got along with everyone. She was fourteen or fifteen when she had travelled to Earth, to the country known as Australia. Her fellow friends told her in hushed whispers about how dangerous the country was; that they had 'drop bears' that would hide in the trees and drop down on unsuspecting prey, burying their blunt teeth into flesh. Tivora had laughed it off, but it left her nauseous and slightly terrified.
Tivora and her friends stayed in the city Brisbane, meeting the locals and their 'guide buddies'. She had been paired with a human female, Jane Iris Peters.
"G'day!" The blonde female grinned up at her, light brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm Jane. Is this your first time here?"
Tivora blinked, but soon smiled. "Greetings, Jane. I am Tivora. This is my first time here." The English language, especially Australian slang, had been the hardest thing for Tivora to learn.
Jane's grin widened. "Oh, this is gonna be a ripper! Why don't we head off and grab some snags?"
"Snags?" Tivora questioned, trying desperately to remember what that meant. "Snags means... Food, yes?"
"Yep!" Jane chirped, popping the 'p', turning on her heel and walking through the throng of people. "You're doing better than the last one who came here! We'll make an Aussie out of you yet, Glass Alice!"
A fond smile worked its way on Rosil's lips at the memory; humans were truly extraordinary when it came to nicknames.
Originally, the purpose of going to Earth was to convince them to join the Valdis Empire. She pitied the human race- they were yet another species to be corrupted, and nothing could change it.
Or so they thought- at a young age, Tivora was aware of the Empire's plans, so she worked in secret to stop it. They were small little actions placed throughout the years, but they would all add up to a big change. If she gained Earth's trust and support, the Empire would be easily destroyed. Unfortunately, it started to go downhill.
“Beena?” Tivora asked softly, knocking on the door again. “Are you alright?”
“Go away!” The shout was muffled.
“You are upset. I want to help,” Tivora replied stubbornly.
It was quiet, and finally the door opened to show a recently crying Jane, blue eyes filled with rage and a snarl gracing her lips. “You lied! You said you were my friend!”
“I am your friend.”
“You lied to me!”
“I didn’t want to scare you,” Tivora replied desperately. “Beena, please…”
“Don’t call me that! We’re not friends!”
Tivora opened her mouth, but the door slammed in front of her face before she could say anything. “Fine!” Growling, she turned on her heel and stormed off to her room.
Days later, she left without saying a word to Jane- and even after she became Empress Rosil, even after her heart had frozen, she still regretted what she did. Five days after she left, reports had said that Earth had been wiped out with barely any survivors. The human race was now near extinct.
A knock at the door broke her thoughts. “Who is it?”
“It’s General Blo’Korvak, your majesty. The people are waiting for your speech.”
Sighing, Rosil rose from her seat, placing her cup down and removing her cloak to reveal her formal attire- the dress Jane had gifted her. “I will be there in a moment, General.”
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