Seoden looked down at the deformed and mangled bodies that lay at his feet. He bent down and looked into the face of the former queen. Her eyes had stayed open even after her death. The eyes were a dazzling green. Even in death, those eyes seemed to dance with life. And then it started. Her hair turned ghostly white and began to fall from her head. The queen's skin also began to change. It dulled and wrinkled and took on a yellowed hue. The smell of putrid rotting flesh engulfed the room, making Seoden lurch with the desire to vomit. He quickly took out of his breast pocket a sack and scooped up the stone. Before leaving the room that now served as a secret tomb he turned and stared at the mural of the Fazarath. Emotions swelled inside him as he remembered training long hours into the night, flying on the back of his faithful beast.
"Soon, the time will come when you will rule the skies again." And with that, he grabbed a torch and lit the blood stained bodies and left.
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