Pyres of noxious flame rose amidst the noble screams of those who had refused to take a knee. Their horrid deaths had been broadcasted the same instance Lord Blackwood, Earth's New Monarch, made his first statement. The world fell in despair, with hundreds rushing to storm the palace walls, only to be cut down before they could beg for mercy.
It was Nia, attended by her father, the Marquess Eli Cross, who led the charge against the banners of rebellion. The battle couldn't have lasted several minutes. The act had been a stain upon his honor, yet as he looked out at the slaughter to his daughter, cutting man and woman down like leaves, he couldn't help but wonder what went wrong.
His Nia had been of a righteous heart. One who would never raise a weapon against these so-called traitors. The day she returned, her hair had been the color of silver, her eyes a burning yellow, all the while, her skin took on a greyish hue.