The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 381: Tears Of A White Witch

Chapter 381: Tears Of A White Witch

She watched the soldiers as they aimed their swords for his head, ready to descend the metal across his neck, but as quickly as they raised their swords, she screamed miserably "No!!!!!"

Puffs of smoke erupted from her lips as she screamed with a hoarse voice. It felt as if her throat was constricted painfully, words could barely escape.

But as she screamed, a fragment of her power was stimulated, making the trees waver slightly, but she was already burnt out from using a great deal of her magic to the extent she pushed herself to fatigue.

Ignoring her bitter screams, they proceeded with decapitating him and as soon as they brought their swords down on him, she looked away with tears filling the brim of her eyes, making them look like dark starry clouds.

The weight of sorrow pressed down on her chest like a mountain’s weight, crushing her down into an infinite void of despair and heartache, a kind she had never felt before. A kind that crushed her soul into nothing but dust. A kind that destroyed every ounce of hope that had bloomed in her heart for them.

Never had she felt that kind of pain and anguish before, not even when she was banished from her kingdom, nor when her parents died. This was a new kind of pain, fresh and undeniably gory, it cut straight deep into her veins.

They had planned everything out perfectly, the success of their escape plan had seemed near and possible to reach, but this was unplanned. His death wasn’t what they had planned for.

It felt too unreal for her to believe even when she witnessed it with her own eyes. It was a hassle to swallow down the bitter realization that Aldric was dead and she would never get to see him again, feel him or hear his voice.

Her body trembled vigorously with the pang of pain infused in her veins. She was completely engulfed with a pain that she could never crawl out from, a pain that would continue to fester itself in her heart and soul until she was completely destroyed.

As the horse galloped through the forest, her hands fell from the reins and her shoulders slumped weakly. The realization that he was dead kept humming in her head like a tormenting melody.

The moon shone its dim light on the forest path, paving light for her to see, but her blurry eyes prevented her from having a clear vision of her path, but her horse seemed to be aware of her plight as it galloped through the path without her control, leaving its owner to revel in her own world of heartache.

An excruciating spasm spread through her chest, making it hard to breathe and even harder to cry as her throat constricted bitterly and the tears came flooding down her face uncontrollably.

She sobbed loudly and the forests echoed with the resonance of a white witch’s tears. An ache like no other pulling her into a dark shell, twisting and clenching at her fragile heart that had quickly shattered from her unbearable loss, a loss that couldn’t explain with mere words, for it was incomprehensible to the mortal mind.

The sounds of horses galloping far behind her suddenly reverberated softly in her ears and she knew at that moment that they had killed him. They had killed Aldric and now they were coming for her.

She knew she needed to live, she had to live to deliver what she had retrieved to save Voltaire’s Empire from the lurking darkness in the kingdom, but revenge and despair settled upon her heart like a heavy cloak.

She took hold of the reins back as she pulled it for the horse to go faster, but there was a strange tug in her mind that kept pulling at her rational strings, whispering into her ears to get her retribution, to soak her hands with their filthy blood and make them pay for what they had done to her beloved Aldric.

She tried to fight the urge, the dark whispering impulse to stop her horse, climb off and lay waste to the monsters that had taken her Aldric away from her, but she was well aware that she was too weak to do that, she didn’t have the power to fight off the hundreds of skilled soldiers that were after her with bloodthirsty intent.

No matter how immeasurable her rage was, she reasoned in a logic sense that she wasn’t powerful enough to kill them all and escape. If she tried to, she would die and a lot of lives would be lost because of her.

She had already failed Aldric, she wasn’t ready to fail an entire kingdom. With a newfound resolve, she pulled the reins firmly and the horse picked up its pace as it galloped with a fast gait through the forest path.

Tears streamed softly down her cheeks as the horse galloped. Her lips quivered uncontrollably as she sobbed. The tears couldn’t stop falling from her eyes and it became even more difficult as the image of Aldric appeared in her head.

His piercing blue eyes, the charming grin on his handsome face, the feel of his lips and skin on hers, they were now all a haunting memory in her head, a memory that would torment her for as long as she lived, yet at the same time, those memories would serve as a soothing embrace to her. It was bittersweet.

She wasn’t ready for his death. She wasn’t ready to let go. She wasn’t ready to forget him, she could never forget him. It was impossible.

Every single bit of their memories together would forever be etched into the deepest depths of her brain. Every contour and silhouette of his figure would be undeniably carved into her head, never to be forgotten.

And the more she thought about him, about his death and sacrifice for her just to keep her safe, the swelling rage within her intensified into something uncontrollably. Her grey eyes suddenly possessed a blazing storm that retained only the desire for revenge and nothing more.

He deserved to be avenged, but her rationality and her revenge stricken self fought an inner battle.

While she felt the overwhelming urge to stop the horse, the bag she had kept the flaming crystal started to glow with an ominous light. She could feel the heat on her skin radiating from the crystal as it came alive, as if sensing something.

But then she realized it was her, the flaming crystal had sensed her deepest emotions, of pain, anger and guilt and now, her emotions were fueling the crystal to come alive.

She had heard the flaming crystal was capable of using it’s keeper’s emotions to fuel its powers, making them capable of using it as long as it was in their possession. And it was in her possession.

Abruptly, she pulled the rein of her horse, making it come to a halt and with that action done, her pursuers quickly caught up to her.

She climbed off her horse, with her back turned to them. Meanwhile, the soldiers climbed off their horse, approaching her with quick footsteps but as soon as she turned to face them, they halted in their footsteps.

Their faces which were masked with confidence and certainty was suddenly masked with caution and wary as their gazes fell to the flaming crystal in her hands, the relic pulsating with a life of its own as it burned with a fiery glow.

"Be careful with what you hold in your hands, its no mere relic for you to handle carelessly." One of the skilled soldiers spoke as he stepped forward, but he kept a good distance away from her as well as the rest of them.

But Zoya in that moment couldn’t hear anything anymore. Her grey eyes were blank and spaced out.

It was as though, in that moment, she was living in her own world, her world of torment and anguish, but there was no tears left to cry anymore, her heart suddenly grew shallow and empty, incapable of compassion or logic reasoning.

Slowly, she lifted her head up to look at them, the flaming crystal in her clutching hold as it pulsated with a fiery essence. She could feel the rush of power emanating from it.

It felt incredible, but the fury and craving for revenge that had festered in her heart was the sole reason she wanted that power for herself, she wanted the power to destroy them all.

As her grey eyes pierced into theirs, she scrutinized their fearful expressions as she spoke "Are you afraid, now?"

She saw them swallow at her question, their eyes darting fearfully between the dangerous relic in her hold and the raging eyes of a revenge driven woman who had lost her lover in their cruel hands.

"Please...give us the relic and we shall let you go." The soldier spoke, his tone filled with promises of her freedom.

She let out an empty chuckle at his words, her dead eyes staring into his "What is the point of gaining freedom? You killed him already, now I want nothing more than destroying you all." She said with a cold voice, her words portraying her rage.