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It started a week ago.
Bonesborough, Latissa, Plexia, Femur Fall, Ribdis, Hipsdon, Carpel City.
A wild witch, the like that has never been seen before, flew from town to town destroying all the statues of the Emperor. They would appear in the city and nonchalantly walk to the effigy before reducing it to rumbles then stroll around as if taking a nice walk in the morning. Only when the Coven guards appeared they would fly off to the next town, too fast to be caught.
Without any warning a week later the wild witch broke into the castle from above, landing in the throne room where the Emperor had summoned his Coven Head, his assistant, and his Golden Guard to discuss their incompetence at catching said witch, it was suspected that it was what the wild witch wanted. When they arrived all in the room were surprised by their next words spoken with a mischievous smirk.
I’ve come to be petrified.
While not on the offensive anymore, the guards and the two high-ranked officers switch to be on the defensive, ready for whatever traps were laid. The witch introduced itself, she/her pronouns, biologically of both genders, most powerful witch, and…
The Last Titan in the universe.
Such heresy was not welcome by anyone. They had no traits that proved they were related to the Titan. She ignored the insults, her eyes focusing only on the owner of the throne.
The Emperor silenced his goons and ordered her to speak her name and reveal her intentions. Still going with her Titan role she said that Titans do not have names, they would recognize and identify each other by their magic. But other species gave her the title Titan of the Light for her overuse of light-related magic and to call her that. As for intentions, her fight against the Emperor approaches and the day the Boiling Isles will be free of his tyranny will come, until then she wished to be petrified within the Conformatorium. Not letting any deny her request she mysteriously became invisible as her voice echoed that she would wait for the Emperor in a cell of her choosing in two hours.
An hour later a staff of the Conformatorium came barring news of the witch resting in a cell. Followed by a Coven guard announcing that somehow the wild witch recorded all this and posted it on Penstagram.
An hour later, Emperor Belos and company stood before her in the hallway while the False Titan, as he called her, was inside the cell. No bars separated them.
The Emperor wasted no time and started the petrification, seconds later a purple barrier in the form of a cylinder isolated the wild witch but the petrification did not stop. As it reached her chest, she pointed at the Emperor with a wide grin and spoke.
I will avenge all the lives you have taken and manipulated, I will save everyone from whatever schemes you’re plotting, I will kill you both.
The petrification was almost complete, her nonsense meant nothing to her audience. Her last words however were screamed at the Emperor.
I will kill you Belos and I will kill you Philip Wittebane!
The Emperor shot a beam at the witch-turned statue but the barrier did not take any damage.
Whatever those words meant nobody knew but the Emperor as his rage could be felt by his subordinate.
The Emperor left the Conformatorium and the petrified witch was left in the cell for less than a week. Nobody even noticed that she did not carry a staff. But it didn’t matter, her fate was sealed.
Until a certain human appeared.