Beautiful Hell (Draft 1)

For almost one hundred years, a brutal and bloody struggle for dominance between the kingdom of Ra'Ziel and the plains of Torath has torn the world asunder, raining death and destruction upon the earth. But this war is coming to an end. With only a few descendants of both royal lines living, will there finally be peace? Alexandra Ra'Ziel wants nothing more than to end the feud that took her older brothers from her, but Tristan Torath has different plans. He wants - he needs - retribution for the wrongs he has suffered. And so their story begins. Because anyone can find vengeance, but only a rare few achieve true justice.

Ok yeah, so here's the thing. I'm rewriting this story, so anybody who wants to read the new chapters (as I edit and revise them) can find them on my page. The Movella is titled Beautiful Hell (Re-imagined). And yeah, it's way way way better than this one, but also way more graphic too.

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8. Tristan Torath IV

            Tris took the girl back toward the battlefield at a steady gallop. It was a pace Dragon could sustain for hours, but the girl seemed terrified anyway. Tris smiled to himself. The castle-folk were so weak.

            This ‘Alexandra’ thought herself so smart, saying she was a Brea. But Brea was a southern name, and Alexandra’s raven hair and hazel eyes could only have come from the east. Ergo, she was trying to hide who she was, which there really was only one reason for. She was a Ra’Ziel.

            Tris had met only one Ra’Ziel before in his life. And the only thing he had to show for it was a disfiguring scar and a healthy love of killing. He was nineteen now, but when he has seen the girl cowering in her carriage, Tris was suddenly a scrawny fourteen-year-old again.

            By the time they reached the killing field, his shirt was wet with the girl’s tears. The field had been overrun with nomads, who were now setting camp a short distance away. He directed Dragon to the outskirts of the encampment and dismounted next to Jasper. Alexandra half fell off the horse after him.

            “Jasper,” Tris whispered, “go put her with the others.”

            “I’m not your dog Tris. Get someone else.” Jasper didn’t even look up from oiling his sword.

            “You are exactly what I say you are. Take her, or I will tell my father about Konni.” At that, Jasper did look up. His face was contorted with disbelief and despair.

            “Please Tris, you can’t! Fine, I’ll take her, but just leave Konni out of this. Please.” Begging annoyed Tris, but he nodded anyway. Jasper could keep his pathetic little secret if he wanted to.

            Tris turned to Alexandra and raised his voice so she could hear. “Lexie, here!” He addressed her like a dog, and was gratified with an angry glare. “Go with Jasper. If you try anything, you die.”

            Alexandra glared again, but this time it was at Jasper. She evidently believed he was Tris’ lapdog, and Tris was fine to leave her with that belief. In reality, he wasn’t sure what Jasper was or what he would do. It was one of the things he liked about Jasper.

            Jasper’s face was stony as he led the Ra’Ziel girl away. Tris let himself smile as soon as they were out of sight. Poor pathetic Lexie. She was going to pay for her brother’s crimes. Tris stilled his anticipation and his features as he walked to meet his father.

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