It spoke; this time it did not mock her. It was soft and playful as if her woes were nothing before it. Slithering like a serpent, it caressed her soul, and while it felt violating, she felt a certain serenity with it next to her...
"Don't worry, with me here... making quick work of these ants will not be so hard...All you have to do is open your heart to me... let me show you power beyond what your mortal mind could ever hope to conceive... let me show you the thrill of death, the thrill of snuffing out lives, the beauty of a life gone before its time. Let me show you your heritage, princess."
The girl did not resist as she opened her heart, her mind, her everything to the voice... to the serenity it gave her...
And then something shifted.
Everything about her felt different—whether it was her presence, her aura, or her nature. So different that the mercenaries felt they were dealing with someone else, not the little girl they had almost broken.
