She had always desired to taste poison. The churning taste, all curled up and twisted burning her tongue and scorching every breath entering her lungs—she imagined. One day…she promised to herself. One day she would get hold of poison.

The words were easy, but changing her thoughts into real action took more work. The palace guards would not let her step outside the not-so-elegant castle gates to only get a sip of poison. Sometimes she would haggle with them, all night, wishing for only one drop to slid against her thirsty tongue, to feel its terribleness and uneasiness…oh how she wished.

It was the same night that one of the taller and more handsomer guards smuggled in some red Guilent, a rare wine. “What business do you have here, “ she looked over the boy with fascination, he would make a good puppet. But showing her powers now would not aid in the trial. “I’m sure giving unwanted gifts to near-execution stamped prisoners is certainly not allowed.”

The boy flinched, and she watched against with great interest. “I, i brought wine…mixed it with—“ he could talk no more. He mumbled under his breath, some Klonish swear, perhaps. Then he unclasped the plug, and held it out for me to smell.

It reeked of dragonsbane. Simply said, dragon’s poo. She clawed her long fingers around the young guard, death glaring out of her eyes. “I swear. By the name of Juvius himself, that I will—“ The guard struggled to loosen her grip, and she let out some of her strength, only out of curiosity of what he had to say.

“They won’t let poison in without checking it first—“The guard coughed. “Dragonsbane makes poison less effective..that’s how I brought this—“

She quickly flipped the guard over on his back, swept behind him, and started to strangle him again. “What do you want.” Her voice was cold, and deadly.

“I know you are a witch—“ the guard spat, and out of anger, she clenched her fingers too hard. His head popped out like a cork, and blood splattered everywhere. As if she had killed a cockroach.

“Whoops. My bad.” She smirked at the corpse of the guard—once had been. She would get poison for this..she was sure.