As I sat there, rotting within my prison cell, my thoughts of anger, wrath, and hatred for the people of alacritas drifted away.

I smiled weakly in the pale light. The round, crumbling, and dark molding cell that I had sat rotting in for a couple hundred years, was going to be all but a memory in a short couple of days.

I lifted myself off the ground with a grunt, I had been sitting there far too long for my ever increasing age.

I straightened myself up and felt my back crack, then heard it echo across the small cell. I grimaced with pain.

I then walked over towards the tall graying mirror in a couple shaky strides as I tried to walk off the numbness in my legs.

When I saw my dark reflection I frowned deeply. My long dark sangria colored hair was all in a frizz, my violet eyes had dark circles underneath them giving me a haunted look.

My face that had looked so soft and young, that used to glow with power, now looked hollow and dark with a hint of wrinkles.

What have I become I thought. The king has left me to rot, leaving me to become some cesspool....

"He'll rot in the land of cruciamen!" I yelled.

I felt the heat of my anger boil up, threatening to direct my fist against the wall.

"That joke of a king will lose everything by my hand" I spoke in a searing tone.

He believes that if you don't posses pure elf blood you're beneath him. What's worse, is that he believes it for his own people.

It sickened me, which is why I should've gained the throne, the power to reunite all of alacritas would've been at my fingertips.

There would be no more rankings according to your race, because we'd all be Umbras.

"Of course we can't have that now can we" I mumbled.

I took one last look at my slim features. My long black dress that had dark violet accents clung to my small frame, it made me look almost hollow, empty.

A sly smile spread across my face. I had always been empty, I never had the life I was promised.

The king never kept his promise to half breeds. My anger threatened to boil again. Then I started to see images flash before my eyes.

A young girl crying under the moonlight as her parents were dragged away by the royal guard.

Her tears were ignored as she fought desperately to get back into the arms of her parents.

She kicked and screamed but she was held back by arms far stronger than anything her small being could posses.

The last words she ever heard from them was "live, fight, unite" and echoed in her mind like the after shock of a slap on the face.

As her parents disappeared down the dimly lit street of her hometown, she shrieked in anguish.

She had lost the very thing she held most dearly, the ones that had given her life.

Out of rage and hate she swore an oath under the moon to do everything she could to unite Alacritas.

That's the night she changed and her very being become the anger and hatred she held for the king.

Her magic intensified beyond what any half bread had ever controlled.

The magic intensified beyond what she could handle, it burned and shook her till all she could see was light...

The memory ceased at once. I shook my head trying to rid myself of the memory.

The lives of the elves and the half breeds would all be united soon, but the first part of my plan had to be put into action.

As I felt the moon rise outside my prison I began to feel the surge of my powers return.

"Ahh it's good to be back!" I shouted.

I then threw my head back and laughed as the darkest corners of my cell crumbled into dust. Let the nation's unite.