The sand was black. The sea wasn’t much better, dark grey waves lapped at the shore, bringing up secrets that were better left undiscovered.
Thana liked it this way. With her white hair and pale skin and silver eyes, she could safely be called the only speck of brightness on the entire beach.
Could it really be called sand though? The sand was made from the crushed bones of those who had tried to stop her from taking what was hers, stained black by her own darkness.
Bare feet padded across the coarse surface until they came to a stop. Thana leaned down and picked up a bleached white skull.
Turning it side to side in her hands, she stared out at the ocean she had created a long time ago. Lurking far beneath the surface was Leviathan, stretching out across the sea floor for miles and miles, always ready to rise and come to her.
Everything was hers, everything answered to her. Good is bad. Bad is good. Love is hate. Hate is love. Life is death. Death is life. Underland was not created to adhere to the same rules as the Other World, it was made to adhere to her rules. Here, her word was absolute. Here, she alone was Queen. All came to her in the end.
She smiled, showing two rows of sharp, sharp teeth. The skull smiled back.
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