The dark, murky, and underwater world mocked Princess Song, as it obscured her view. Outraged at her devastating loss, Princess Song bit her lip so hard underwater, and only stopped when she saw a trail of scarlet blood stream out from her lip. Back home, her name had become a curse. She was no longer a princess, a successor to the throne. Her name now lied in history. She was recorded not for a victorious act in proving herself, but was met with defeat, especially after she plotted the murder of her father and framed the Greencloaks!

Her spirit animal, Seaspray, was dead. Song wrenched her head in despair. She did not want to believe it, but there it was— the truth. She could not sense Seaspray's presence at all. He had to be gone. She took handfuls of hair and yanked it.

"This day is all just a nightmare! This can't be real!" she told herself.

But there it was— the truth... it was just laughing at her, tormenting her emotions. Song stopped at that, "No," she thought, "I must control... no wasting my time with mourning! Those nobodies destroyed my life. Revenge must strike back at them to make them bow to me. Last time, even if I'd personally thrown Rollan out the window, they still wouldn't bow to me! Of course... if I could just capture one of them with my power..."

Song's brain cackled at her, "What power, you, child!"

Song tried to screech, but bubbles just formed from her mouth. She lied to herself, "Luck just wrote them in as the "heroes"! That's why!" She smiled deviously to herself. Oh, of course... as those children were to discover those legends, they had forgotten... Song still had the Dragon's Eye. That was what kept her from drowning underwater. With this legendary charm... why, she still had a chance to take them down. Song cackled to herself, "Those so-called heroes may think that I'm dead. Oh, how terribly wrong they are."

With that, Song rose out of the water, and flung her long hair back. At last, she could gasp for pure oxygen... that was, pure oxygen from a filthy place. Song gaped at her surroundings. All around her, tall trees provided shade for a village. This dusty, untamed village, was nothing like her elegant palace. Song could see already that their marketplace was bustling with several inhabitants. Wild chimpanzees darted overhead of the dark-skinned villagers, while other creatures, such as orangutans were being hand-fed some fruits by the people. Song squinted and could see a campfire buffet measly amounts of gray smoke, as the villagers strode about with bundles in their arms. Song grimaced. this was nothing like the fireplace back in her marble palace, where servants tended tk the fires, as the flames buffeted trails of white, clean smoke.

The shouts of children abruptly ended Song's thoughts. Song stared with horror at these children's faces. Their grubby little faces had smiles on them, but their undignified games that consisted racing across the rugged terrain was beyond despicable! Song could see that their clothes were stained, torn, and patched in several places. Their hair became matted with bits of dirt and grass, as they rolled around with pleasure. Running alongside their parents or friends, these children were also barefoot! That was an unacceptable deed in the palace!

Song spat, "Peasants! None of them are even fit to serve royalty's needs."

As Song glowered at the filth of this place, she recalled that she had tainted her own hands, after she had murdered her own father, the emperor. And after all that planning— years of it— it had been ruined! Throughout the plan, no matter how much she had tried to perfect it with her best friend, Kana…

KANA!

Song seethed at the mere memory, "Oh, Kana, you- you... traitor! You failed to defend me, AND you let Meilin and her despicable boyfriend pass." Song could already see Meilin and her young boyfriend playing kissyface in her mind, before she shuddered, "Gross."

Song could feel the hear of her rage practically seep into her torn, silk clothing. This made the frigid water seem warmer, but Song wasn't paying attention to that! She menacingly thought, "All my hard work! All my treasures! My rightful future! They've all been taken away by my "best" friend! She manipulated me. Yes, she sided with that meddling girl, Meilin, thinking that the Greencloaks had a better chance of winning than I did! They'll pay dearly for this! They'll pay for it all!"

Song twiddled with her last treasure, the Dragon's Eye, in her hands, as she tried to think up of ideas by herself. She daydreamed about how she could punish them, as she let the ornament glow in her hands every time that she turned it around. What could she do with this treasure? She could send a tsunami and wipe out the Greencloak's precious, little castle, but that would give out the fact that she was still alive. Without Seaspray, her tsunami would take twice as long to make anyway. So what now?

A sadistic voice behind greeted Song. "Why hello there," he chuckled nastily. This made Song almost jump, especially when the boy behind her began to ask her questions. His hair had been tamed, unlike the rest of the people, as he wore a sneer on his face, as if that sneer had been carved on his face since the day that he was born. "What are you holding there?" he questioned, before he sarcastically admired, "Aww, what a cute toy you have there. Aren't you such a miserable kitty trying to get away from all this filth?"

"Oh…" Song sneered at his agreement in disliking this village. It felt delightful to have someone to plot with. Song looked up at this boy. She noticed that his skin was more tan than dark. He seemed to be around her age. She finally spoke after a while. She hissed blatantly, "I'm thinking about taking over the world. Sounds crazy, but are you with me, or against me?"

The boy cackled to Song's dismay, before he delighted her. He kneeled down upon the shore with an evil glint in his eyes, "Yes, it does sound crazy, but this is what I have been waiting for, for years... your majesty."

"Now here was someone fit to serve an empress," thought Empress Song then she whispered under her breath, "Watch out, Meilin, the world is about to crumble on you this time."