Despite only wishing to spend most of her time at the castle becoming more and more skilled in gaining power Lass felt rather tired over the affair of Morgana appearing. Maybe it had been more of the excitement of finally seeing, or maybe remembering who Morgan really was and her unwavering faith in her. She stretched out on the makeshift bed of what looked like remnants of hay and old scraps and tried to fall asleep.
She had finally earned what she deserved, standing along the balcony with the other Great Knights, her armor for once bore no dents and everyone, yes everyone was looking at her. This was what she had wanted; she had wanted to obtain this power, this gain of everyone finally noticing what she could do. There was little in her world that would stop her now, no other great knight would looked down at her from the tips of their noses. Just the sheer thought of being able to command the squirming nerves of the little knight-apprentice below would be a rather exciting treat. Yes she knew since the day she was born that this was her destiny, absolute power. The only thing better would be King; yes she meant king not queen, why would she want second best if first was there. Shaking her head, she knew she was getting a head of herself, no no, there was no way she would be able to be king, that would mean disposing of the king and there was no way she would even get away with that. Far too noticeable and far too easy for the other to revolt and chop off her head.
She was rather quite fond of her head, no, she would stay as a Great Knight wielding her hammer over with power as other shouted her praise.
Or did someone shout in the hall as she woke with start.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
