'Lady' Eilynsra of Folcanbre aimed her heel at the man's nose, smashing it back into his skull with a satisfying slucking sound. Her breeches slid down her legs and her eyes were alight with fiery passion and determination. She broke his legs right after while turning around to deal with the rest.

It was easy. It was always easy. All the men were on the ground moments after. Eilynsra sprung into a tree, olive hair flying behind her like a banner. She regarded the fallen men with distaste. She was one of the only three human monsters; why should she waste her time with these... these... maggots? They were useless. She was much superior. And beautiful. She was much more beautiful than these scum. What were their use? She could read minds, manipulate them... Her mouth curled back, revealing her perfect teeth. These parasites were expendable. She, though, was not.

That being decided, Eilyn jumped from the tree, landing on her feet perfectly. She'd leave these things here and go home, to her servants. As she began to sprint, mind turning over the ideas of these other two monsters, evaluating how much better she was. She reflecting on the man first. He had yellow hair; actual yellow hair. Daisy hair. He lived far to the north. Stupid man. The south was much superior.

On to the old one. A women, that much Eilyn knew. The mother of the yellow-haired one. Light blue hair. Shocking orange highlights. In her nineties, Eilyn thought. The woman was going to die soon. Good. She'd kill the man, next, so she could be The Monster. The last remaining one.

She was far better than them.

Eilynsra came into view of her mansion. No, it was more than a mansion, it was a castle. The fool King could not compare his place to hers. Again, she was greater than him, than anyone.

Folcanbre wasn't technically a holding, and she wasn't technically a lady. That would be soon fixed. Eilyn planned to go to court soon. And she'd... convince the King.

Eilyn slowed to a walk as the entered her grand hall.

"Lady," a servant said hurridly, curtsying.

"Britag," Eilyn acknowledged coldly. Britag was too pretty for her castle. She needed to go. Maybe she'd come with her to court. Eilyn could get rid of her soon enough.

"Britag, I need to court. Will you pack my bags and come with me?" Eilyn's chin was lifted and she didn't look at the maid. She was too lowly to look at.

"Y-yes, Lady! When shall you–we–leave? Oh, Dells! This is..." Britag mumbled, flustered.

"Pack now. We shall leave in the morn tomorrow," Eilyn replied, and somehow managed to sweep out of the room without skirts.

Her thoughts continued to monsters as she stole some food from the kitchen, giving Cook a frosty glare. She also took some raw monster meat Cook was about to put in the frying pan out of her hand, ripping it with her teeth.

There used to be five, after she was born. But it had only lasted until Eilyn was ten. Her parents were fools; cared about villagers and tried to cover their hair! The idiots. Eilyn had dealt with them the day her parents let her set her hands on a weapon to learn.

It was easy. Ran Mother through with a sword. Chocked Father's shocked face. Glared at the servants and declared herself the mistress.

Easy.

'Lady' Eilynsra of Folcanbre smiled.

My first fanfic. I hope you like it. Please, please review. This is the prologue, I think. If I get two reviews, I'll go on. Thank you for reading it!