The Resurrection

Chapter 3

A/N: Enjoy bitches

Ahrea's head guard of the demon army

Her horse Achilles

Her Crown

Her horse reins

Her necklace

Her Vorpal sword

Her lightsaber (it's all black)
Ahrea stood looking in the mirror as she tied up her hair in an elaborate braid. Her eyes were glowing a brilliant shade of orange, just like they did on Mustafar all those years ago. She sighed resting her head on the cool glass, taking in a deep breath before returning to her work. An ache had began to settle in her chest. Her mates had been gone for to long and now was the time to act. She needed the Cullens to be caught of guard. The little seer would never find out then. Her teeth curled back in a new ugly sneer as with a small amount of effort, launched up into the rafters of her dressing room, aiming for the small safe far in the corner in the roof. Jumping from beam to beam, the Queen's leather armour made soft noises as they were stretched. She reached the safe quickly, slipping in the code and opening the box with a slight hiss as her skin came into contact with a sharp piece of metal sticking out of the sides. It was a good job poison did nothing. She looked inside at the items laid out hauntingly on the cushion. A silver hilt. A sword. A rein. A necklace. And a crown. She pulled out the sword first admiring the shine the magical blade let of. The Vorpal sword. Straight from the white Queen's palace. The necklace next. Red light pulsed into her heart and she felt rather than saw the necklace becoming one with her chest. The reality stone. Now merely an encasing for her heart. A rein. Her darling horse Achilles' rein. When they were revealed and in a time of need. He would come. A silver hilt. This one she handled gently, picking it up and pointing it down. She smirked and pressed the button, a black blade emerging and quickly being spun in tight circles. "It has been a long time since I have killed a vampire with this blade". Her laughter was chilling. And then. Then the crown. Cautiously, she sheathed the saber and picked the crown up into her grasp. "Home at last". She placed it delicately on her hair, immediately surrounded by black mist that swirled and danced around her, summoning him. Eventually the mist cleared and before her was a shadow man. He was decked out in full armour and on one knee. "Rise, my guard and obey your Queen". He stood, pulling her into a tight hug. "What is it we are needed for, my Queen?". "The Cullens have committed high treason. We will storm there lands, slaughter all of them and resurrect my husbands". The demons were well trained  and with one raised eyebrow, the demon began to melt back into the floor. "Understandable, I will bring you an army my Queen". She turned on her heel and spun attaching her sword and lightsaber to her hip, her crown on her head and the reins wrapped around her neck. "I'm coming Cullens". She jumped landing softly in front of the guards milling around the throne room. The silence echoed. "I want Carlisle Cullen, everyone else may be left" the guards cheered" Tomorrow we go to war".