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was still resisting, but was
now putting up an even bigger fight that the cameras had focused in
on her. It was like she knew all eyes were on her. Jahdiel quickly
motioned towards the crodillians to take the camera off the crowd,
but it was too late.
    The girl ran towards Jahdiel, shouting at
her wildly. One of the crodillians lifted his weapon and carefully
aimed at the girl. Jahdiel waved her hands frantically to stop him,
but he shot her anyway, a grin crossing his monstrous face. The
girl's lifeless body dropped at the edge of the white steps and
blood trickled down from her head into the streets. Jahdiel stood
motionless and stared at the dead girl laying at her feet. Her
stomach twisted in a knot and tears began to come to her eyes, but
she clenched her fists and held them back as best she could. After
taking a deep breath, she looked back up to the cameras with fury
in her eyes, trying to keep all of her emotions bottled up.
    “This is what happens to rebels,” she
pointed, gritting her teeth. “No matter the gender, race, or age. All rebels will be killed! We want peace and we’ll kill
every race that doesn't want the same thing we do. The crodillians
rule Orion now. Fall in line, or be killed.”
    The cameras cut off and Jahdiel dropped to
her knees. She picked up the little girl off the ground and held
her tightly in her arms as she took the body to the group. Rage
filled their eyes, but none of them were going to rebel against her
now, not after seeing a little girl killed.
    She set the girl down at their feet. “Bury
her properly,” she hung her head. “I didn't want this to happen.
I'm sorry.”
    The group stared at her confused and one of
the older men spoke up. “Why do this if you know things like this
will happen? You surely know that we’ll rebel, no matter what we
say to you now.”
    She took in a deep breath. “It's too late to
go back now. I won't be accepted after what I've done. I have to
finish what I've started and live with myself for as long as I
can,” she turned back around and walked back up the steps to the
Capitol building.

    Merikh walked down to the dungeons which had
changed quite a bit since his arrival on Hera. When he’d first
taken over the palace, the dungeons weren't even in use. In fact,
they didn't look like they had been used in years, at least not how
they were meant to have been used. He’d changed that. Now, they
were put to good use on a regular basis.
    There were plenty of prisoners he’d captured
within the Palace, and many were unwilling to accept the
crodillians were now in power. He’d decided to make a showing of
anyone that defied him, utilizing the dungeons. Every captured race
within the Palace had been taken to the dungeons to not only think
about what they’d do, but to witness what happened to any that
decided not to listen. Unfortunately, not a single race wanted to
listen, every last one of them resisting his orders.
    After the death of one of his men and the
near escape of several prisoners, the dungeons had been transformed
into a torturing chamber. One problem had arisen from that
decision, it had provoked the even the weakest of the prisoners to
rebel. It had left him with only one option, kill every last one of
them, except for the Queen who was chained in a cell by herself.
She was left alive to live in the dungeons that wreaked of her
future if she followed the others’ lead: death.
    Merikh walked through the dungeon, feet
squishing on dead body parts that had slid through the cell doors.
He was used to the smell, it was no different than war, and the
feel of death on his skin invigorated him. It was a feeling he
didn’t quite understand, and he hadn’t always felt it, but once the
war began, it’d overtaken him. He was hostage to the feeling, but
he didn’t want to escape it, for some reason, he craved more. His
foot splashed in a puddle of blood as he reached the cell at the
end. He opened it and stepped in, immediately being struck in