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Power and Beauty. Episode VIII

"If you know the time and place then it is logical to imagine that you just need to add to this equation such a complex variable as circumstance." Realizing this rule of life, we will not pull the intrigue for the tail and just go on to the events.

Today's mood of the leader trolls, Tukum, was simply disgusting or more correct to say painful. Literally the leader, with all his warts, felt the presence of enormous power in his lands. He thought these forces could give him power and gold in such quantity that his whole capital will suffice. There is no wrong, his whole country is covered with a win from his deal with "she". The anger and intolerance ate Tukum literally from within. "She" was here in the Barbed Tower, literally next to the trading area and did not come! Did not come! She is!

"But who she did this?" mumbled Tukum out loud. He sat down again in his chair in his main hall. "Who gave her the right not to come? I am, Tukum, the hereditary leader of the angry and harsh trolls."

Unfortunately, we do not always find the answers to our questions. Therefore, it is easier to assume that these words are already rhetorical but Tukum did not understand such a simple truth and continued.

"Is she crazy to argue with trolls?" almost roared the leader. His servants saw his anger and they hid behind the skins. So Tukum kicked his throne-chair with his left leg.

"You should not be so!" said beautiful, melodious, sonorous voice. The voice was loud and mocking literally over the very ear of Tukum. "Did not you hear the saying "Do not help Evil, do not call Evil because it will find you by itself"?”
"Mom said so often," said Tukum slowly and then he began to look around sharply as though stung. Such behavior of the leader of trolls is easy to justify. He just did not understand right away that the voice was spoken to him did not belong to his imagination.
"Who is here? Come out, we'll talk!" said roared Tukum in an empty hall and picked up his fighting bludgeon from the floor with his dexterous movement.
"The wisdom of the ancient nation is "The fear has huge eyes! The sage has deep eyes!" said the same melodic female voice and added with a sneer. "And you, Tukum, have the eyes as a baby! Oh, you're so stupid, Tukum!"
"There is no worse evil than evil from Troll or the Elephant," snapped Tukum in time and hit several times his bludgeon with all his strength on the floor for persuasiveness.
"Tukum! Tukum! Well, why do you need the mind if you have the power!" The voice changed from mocking to capricious. "You can not even take care of a girl, you also raised the dust to the ceiling..."
"That's a witch?!" asked or guessed the leader and nodded to himself, continued. "Enough games, get out of blackness! Can you hear me?"
"I hear you! I hear you! Tukum..." said the guest tiredly. "You're weak, greedy, and stupid. Well, you're just the perfect set for manipulation and intrigue..." added a quiet beautiful voice.
"What did you say?" roared the leader angrily like a dragon. "What do you think of yourself?"
"I am Queen of the whole world" said the voice and Tukum thought that her owner was not used to lying.

Tukum was distracted by a quiet rustle on the ceiling and his sight was chained in that direction. So the leader of the trolls missed everything interesting and got into a skillfully placed trap once again. A big black shadow flashed across the ceiling and it turned into a beautiful girl. Then she jumped quietly to the sandy floor behind the leader who did not suspect anything. A moment later, the Black Mages came unnoticed to the beautiful girl. They served silently the golden carved throne which is necessary for any deity. As soon as the girl sat in the throne, the Black Mages made sure that lady was pleased with their choice and they disappeared into the air.
Literally at first sight it was noticeable that "She", as she is called by the Black Mages, is much loved of theatrical scenes, intrigues and of course shocking others. Today, as always, she thought everything was in line with her plan and she decided not to weary the leader of the trolls. Especially, she was always amused by his naivety and stupidity.
“Pawns and elephants are placed on a chessboard. The queen has taken her field! It's time to show my power to this rural guy," said the guest quietly and imperiously. And finally, she snapped her two fingers to remove the "spell of time".

The sounds returned to their place, the wind and dust filled the leader's hall with dampness and grayness; the shadows revived and crawled away with black spots. Tukum thought something had changed in his own room and he did not like obviously this something. The leader jerked violently and large ants ran down on his back. The leader felt panic and the noise became more behind the doors to the throne room. After a moment the leader already knew the reason of the noise, clanking and confusion. Tukum was surprised that his personal guard marched victorious march to the golden throne and stopped near him. Then they lifted the cudgels into the air in greeting. Only now the leader realized that he did not like the words of the girl.

"Do not you see me?" said the guest in surprise. "I guessed you're just very greedy and avid and you do not see black shine for gold..."
“Who are you?” interrupted the leader of the guest's thought. "Why are my guards next to you?"
"That's the questions, who needs them and most importantly why! Remember "Ignorance is the best of good!" said the girl carefully.
"It is "She" the lord of our souls and hearts!" said personal guards of Tukum together. "Exactly you made a contract with her. You are a stupid and naive troll."
"I am! I am! I am your Leader!" shouted Tukum loudly and he hit himself with every word in his broad chest.
"Not anymore," said the girl quietly. "Take Evil in your heart and me as the queen of the world!"
"Never, the guards grab her," said the leader angrily and began to poke a bludgeon into the figure on the throne.
"Enough comedy, give his to me," commanded the girl and made an angry face.

As soon as Tukum's own guards grabbed and took away his weapons, the girl's figure changed to a huge, black, multi-legged creature. This creature bit his ear with one deft movement.

"Am I your lady?" asked the girl and got her a nice look.
"You are my gold and lord of my soul, Lady!" said Tukum. Then he bowed low to the girl on the throne.
"One down, eleven to go..." whispered the new Queen of Trolls thoughtfully.


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