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A woman sat upon a gold throne, sneering down at a peasant, who was pleading at her feet.

“Please, your majesty! We grew all we could,, the fields cannot supply any more!” he sobbed.

The queen just yawned, and looked down lazily at him .”Take him to the Koostas!” she ordered, with a wave of her purple hand.

“No! Please!” the peasant cried. But no matter how much he struggled, he could not free himself from the two burly knights, who seized him, and carried him off to his death.

The queen just watched with cold, calculating golden eyes. Her skin was pure purple, and her hair a fiery red. She wore a long golden gown, and had long slender green nails. Her name was Queen Scarsmiss, and ruled the entire planet of Bluthe. Her palace was located in a town, called Hollest.

The queen got to her feet, and walked swiftly across the throne room, to the door, and into the hallway. Her eyes swept the hallway, searching. She immediately found what she was looking for.

“Aarsh!” she cried, her silky voice traveling down the corridor.

A small man, in a green shirt and pants, hopped nimbly to his feet. He was rather short, about three feet tall. People knew him as the ‘Dust Carrier’ in the town of Hollest. It rather fit him, since he was constantly carrying a small brown pouch, hanging from a belt on his hip. It was full of golden dust, which felt as smooth and fine as silk, and seemed to slip through your fingers like air.

Only he, and the Magical Beings, knew what it was. It was magic. Or, at least the fuel for magic. A Magical Being, was helpless without it, and the Magical Beings living in Hollest, counted on Aarsh, to supply them.

“Aarsh.” she repeated, this time less urgently. “Follow me.” she said, her voice cold and emotionless.

She whipped around, causing the frills of her gown to swish around her thin legs. She pushed open the doors, and strutted inside, seating herself once more upon her throne. Aarsh hopped after her, nervous.

Scarsmiss fixed him with her cold gaze, and said, “Aarsh, I want you to give all the Dust you can spare, to the Magical
Beings of my army. Not the Simple Beings, the Magical. You do not need to know any more.” With that, a smile spread across her thin, pale lips. Even Aarsh had to hold back a shiver, because nobody else, could hold such evil, such pure evil, in one smile.