The Monster Queen sat in her dimly lit lair, staring into a misty pool of water in the center of the cave.
The Monster Queen was the most dreaded creature in all the land. She was a horrifying witch, with an army of monsters at her dreadful command.
She wore a long black dress with lace collar, and she crouched by the pool as she gazed into it's depths.
Suddenly, her head shot up, and she stared into the cavern with a hungry gaze.
"Cut it out," she snapped.
The cavern was completely empty. What could be going on?
"Stop describing me like that. So... trite. So dry. I'm no regular witch- I'm a psychic," she paused, looking around the cave, "and I can read any mind. Even that of a Narrator.
Wait. What?
"That's right!" She cackled, "That's a new trick, eh?"
She leaned forward menacingly.
"While you're here, I've got a little message for your readers, Narrator. Enjoy your heroes while you can!" She cried into the dark.
"Because in this story, the villain wins."
She paused to let that sink in.
"I. Win."
The Monster Queen wasn't an oracle. She couldn't know the future.
"No, I can't," she admitted, "but I've got the next best thing. I'm reading the story of my enemies! I'll know their every plan! Between that, and the monsters I control, this story is bound to have a real downer of an ending!"
She chuckled.
The heroes of our story are very powerful.
"Not as powerful as me."
By brute strength, by all logic, the Queen should win.
"Exactly!"
But what's a story without a twist?
Silence fell throughout the cave as her face twisted in anger.
And that's as good a way to end as any.
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