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She was a Queen, and a Mystic. She was the ruler of the planet designated as PX342YX4. They called it Cal’adra. What they called it didn’t matter to the Yazakowa Corporation. The only thing that the Yazakowa Corporation cared about was acquiring the planet’s mineral rights, which were worth trillions of Yen, that this Queen was not going to give them. Her Son however would give them the rights, if He were King.
The assassin crept silently into Her Majesty’s private meditation chamber. Slowly she approached the floating Monarch. This was just another job for her. She had been paid well for her services to the Yazakowa Corporation, but this one was different. She had never killed anyone of this prominence. A Queen will die by her hand. Slowly she raised the gun to the Queens head.
“Take your shot assassin. I have foreseen this and the outcome. My Son shall be made King and then my world shall be destroyed by His hand,” the Queen whispered.
“Shit,” thought the assassin. “Did she hear me? Am I losing my touch? No. She’s a Mystic. They didn’t tell me about this. Are the guards about to barge in and take me?” These thoughts took no longer than a second to cross her mind. Her hand began to shake.
“Do not fear assassin. This is as I have seen it. You will kill me and my Son shall sell Cal’adra to the Yazakowa Corporation. In the years to pass my People will be spread far and wide throughout this galaxy. In another generation one will come with the fortitude to challenge the Yazakowa Corporation. He will be of my blood line. A great war will erupt and the Corporation will fall. Billions of people will die, but mine will be avenged. Now, take you shot and you can be proud that with one squeeze of your finger you have killed billions.”
The assassin quietly slipped out of the meditation chamber as the Queen’s blood soaked into the pillows on the floor.
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