“Your Majesty, Queen Aurora Calystegia, first of her name, May I present the mighty heroine, the Knight Sorceress Lady Beneficent the Good!” The herald by the entrance of the great throne hall, shouted

A majestic lady entered the hall. She was wearing a subtle yet blindingly white long sleeve dress of chiffon silk that waves on each on her steps towards the throne. On her top, she was wearing a shinning silver armor intricately carved with laurels and symmetrical patterns. On her right hand is a walking stick of white oak embellished by a clear shimmering crystal on its top where she holds it. And on her head is a huge silver crown that you could mistaken for a pair of horns protruding backwards, like the gazelle’s. She walks with full grace and her head held up high and halted at the foot of the dais.

“Beneficent.” The queen whispered under her breathe.

“Quite a glittering assemblage, Queen Aurora! I was quite surprised receiving a grandeur invitation!”

“I am too was surprised to see a ‘familiar’ face.” The Queen condescendingly replied.

“Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I never recall ever meeting you in person prior to this, Your Majesty.” Beneficent answered as she stares directly to the Queen’s eyes, trying to recognize which of the poor unfortunate souls she have tormented this was.

“I just thought I already knew you.” Aurora continued.

“I hope you are not offended, Your Grace.” Beneficent starts to fidget the crystal on her staff.

“Why no! And to show I bear no ill will, I will grant you a very special gift.” Aurora answered. Beneficent remembers. Her eyes widens and an air bubble got stuck in her throat.

The Queen stood, “Listen well all of you! The Knight Sorceress shall indeed be honored as the great heroine of this kingdom…” They crowd began to applaud. Cheers and jeers echoed the hall.

The Queen raised her right hand to ease the crowd, “But on the sunset of the sixteenth day of the kingdom’s festival, Beneficent the Good shall be appointed new Marchioness of the kingdom’s borders to the South. She will guard the Kingdom from the Creatures of the Moorsland. And will be charged to KILL the Queen of the Moors!”

Beneficent froze from where she stood, trying to digest each and every word the Queen said. ‘Did that little ***** just made a fool out of me? The Mistress Evil!’ She thought to herself as she squints her eyes towards the Queen.

“The sixteen days of festivities, I am now officially starting! Rejoice ‘Beneficent the Good’.” The Queen did not break her eye contact with Beneficent.

Beneficent tapped her walking stick three times to the marble floor and an explosion of green smoke covered her. This was followed by strong gust of winds and she just disappeared.