Hatred, as it's need to conceive ill will towards the ones that slighted us might seem like the proper course most would endorse. But it takes one with internal grace to lay waste to these anger-based intentions. Abstention from this primal need to recompede from your fellow man will bring you to understand true forgiveness.

Now there was one in the Vrill line that sends chills down the spines of even the most hardened ones. Her undone has never been known. Shown the strength of a demon for no reason she would kill for the slightest of ills. Her bright red skin could be akin to that of blood that would inevitably flood from enemies' veins lain at her feet after their inevitable defeat. To meet the one known as Vade many would trade their lives to suffice her strives. The value of life meaningless to her, true power was the only lure to this beast standing at least twelve foot tall leaving her worshipers in awe as they dubbed her the "Red Dragon".

Now, back deep in the lair of the dragon's eye our royal Vrill line Vade, enters the throne room to view her brother's slain body. Evil's embody, won't be denied when her eyes fill with tears seeing her brother appear to have been sliced straight through. It might have behooved her to ask any witnesses how he was cast down. But this arrogant crown just saw the Amazon brigade invade and make a quick exit. Beset by her inner rage this has now set the stage for war with the Amazons she already vehemently abhors. But what's in store many would implore her to stop dropping such a campaign with her misaligned aims many would see her as insane.

Vade: "Vek!," "Vek!," "Where are you?" "Need I do everything myself you hapless whelp!"

Vek, her aide runs to her side to abide by her wishes though she dishes out disrespect and neglect to his lot. He is sought only for his loyalty to Vrill royalty. At height of only three foot two, she shoos him around and constantly beats him down into submission. His type, a fission of genetic research for the Vrill are perched at the pinnacle of science. No longer reliant on normal breeding seeing it as below them somehow. So lowly toads like Vek are hatched to match the need to heed the royal line as they are the only ones designed to do it.

Vek: "I'm coming m'lady my delay lay with the guard they have every yard blocked still shocked from the Amazon invade." "May I know what you want?"

Just then Vek looks down to see Lord Vrax drown in blood. Negative emotions now flood his mind. If Vrax is dead his stead as King and everything goes to Vade. He knows she is insane but, for her to reign he has a lot of internal disdain.

Vek: "Did the Amazons kill Lord Vrax?" "What was the reason for their attack?"

Vade: "Why the dragon's eye of course." "To force their way in they must have been desperate."

Vade then rolls Vrax to his side and spies that his sword is missing.

Vade: "Where is the blade?" "We have been played!" "Vizcere was their aim then to flay Vrax when he tried to get it back!"

Vrak: "The guard said something about his bout with a green abomination the creation of the eye. Perhaps this is what made him die?"

Vade: "You question what I say?" "Is this the day you make your grave?"

Vek: "No m'lady!" "Just maybe we should get facts before we react."

Vade: "Little knave, you are nothing but a slave." "You dare to aim your words against me!" "You will see yourself darting across the room from my throw." "Go now!" "Get General Vasp!" "Or risk my wrath!"

Vek does as he is told though not sold on Vade's take she would definitely break him without mistake. So he makes haste to trace out the General's current placement.

Much later, at a place encased in steel the surroundings would reveal what...