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You close the heavy wooden door behind you as you leave; turning to see through the smoke, the towering castle. You unsheathe your sword and start moving.
You hear shouting around you as you run down the middle of the long street, blades ricochet off each other and fire rages; consuming all sorts of buildings. You run faster, picking up your pace, the smoke causing your eyes to water, your feet increasingly pounding harder against the cobbles. Surprisingly you make it to the castle entrance unscathed.
The doors slightly ajar, the wood smashed by a battle ram, you shuffle past into the castle foyer, soldiers wearing red and blue uniforms lay motionless, pools and streaks of blood paint the walls, hiding their normal grey. You move past the bodies towards her chambers where she awaits you. You move through the straight hallway; the connecting ones echoing the shouts and screams of others. Bubbles of light formed from the torches of soldiers illuminate the corridors surrounding you and then fade. You wipe away the sweat from your forehead in anticipation for when you may encounter one of these groups.
You keep moving forward, one foot after the other, now seeing the doors in sight, the ice surrounding them; the mist it forms now visible, the coldness of the air around you sends you chills. Then suddenly a bubble of light gets brighter, a female soldier wearing the blue uniform emerges from an adjacent hallway, she pulls out her sword from a man in the same coloured uniform, she’s out of breath. You stop in your tracks hoping she won’t see you and keep moving on but being in the middle of a hallway doesn’t fill you with much hope.
She catches her breath and raises her head her eyes focus on you, you begin shaking your head.
“don’t do this, I don’t want to harm you” you explain
“why are you not with the children! Why are you here!” she shouts
“the children are safe, the other teachers are with them and are armed to the teeth, I assure you…”
“you lie, if you wanted to protect the children then you wouldn’t be here!”
“I’m here to see her Majesty”
“her majesty…. Even then you probably want to see her so you can kill her you, red traitor! ….that is
the reason you are here”
“you’re wrong she told me to meet with her if war broke out!”
“you lie! I only see red in your eyes; you red traitor… to think you, let alone a teacher would choose the red side!”
“I’m telling you you’re wrong!”
Your words don’t reach her, she throws her torch to the floor and raises her blade; you move your foot back, place your hand on the hilt, you know what is to come. She looks you in the eye and lunges with force, her eyes trained on you, but you know that she is blinded by faith. You dash to the left out of her blades aim and raise your own sword. There are a few seconds of silence, your sword connects with her body, it pierces through, she lets out a cry of pain, the blood seeps down your sword, it turns her blue uniform into a dark purple. You see the life and blood drain out of her. Her sword hits the floor as she loses the ability to handle its weight.
You retract your blade, by this point you hear no cries of pain, she is either unconscious and dying or already dead. You strip a blue banner from the wall and use it to cover her body. You kneel in front of the covered corpse for a few seconds not only to show honour but to remind you of your humanity. You stand and keep moving towards the frozen door. It becomes painfully cold as you approach, then before you realise it you reach the base of the frozen structure.
“your majesty, it’s me, Morcalius, I am here at your request!” you shout hoping it will travel through the ice.
There are a few seconds of silence before you watch the ice melt before your eyes, water filling the soles of your boots as it pools around you. The doors creak open and you hear her voice.
“you may enter Morcalius”.
You move through the doorway, the room even colder than the hallway. The large doors close behind you, the cracking of ice as the door is refrozen cause you to be more distressed. You approach the throne and kneel, her Majesty, the Queen of not only ice but all of the Great Kingdom sits above you.
“you don’t have to kneel for me Morcalius, I am your mother unless you’ve forgotten” she states
“I would never forget, mother” you reply
“are the children safe?”
“yes, the other teachers are standing guard”
“good…” she sighs
“Morcalius I wish I could’ve told everyone that I was your adoptive mother, I really do, but I have an
image to maintain and…”
“it’s fine mother, I understand” you reply
“Morcalius, I worry that my time runs thin… my brother, your uncle, Forseus, he and the red legion draw near”
“but why Mother, I thought you two were supposed to be inseparable”.
“yes, I thought so too, but that damned Ladron, he’s manipulated him and turned my own soldiers against themselves” she slams her first in anger on the iron throne.
“I’ve had all my power pulled out from underneath me, I wished it hadn’t happened so soon”.
“Mother, you still have the power of frost on your side, surely you can..”
“no power can defeat the army that is coming for me, my own soldiers the ones who did not fall behind my brother are fighting against the ones who did and don't forget red army are here, we stand no chance”. She says. You fall silent, unable to form any words of hope or encouragement
“don’t worry, not all is lost, I have devised a plan” you look up and feel a new sense of hope.
“what is it Mother, what can we do?”
“I devote all my power as Queen upon to you… however, you shall not rule as no blue king, only a
neutral one, fuelled by the desire for neutrality, you shall upkeep the peace, you must never choose a side, the red legion cannot be trusted and with my brother's betrayal, neither the blue.”
“Mother this is ridiculous, how can I rule! I am a teacher, not a leader, I help children learn, I don’t lead a nation!”
“son, I know this is abrupt, we have no choice, the red leader and Forseus are on their way now to kill me”.
You fall to your knee, not in honour but under the weight of what you have now heard.
“Mother, I have no power like you, I cannot control the elements… I’m a teacher…. How can I remain neutral in this land”. Your questions race around your thoughts.
“you must rise to the challenge my child, if not, this land will only be torn to shreds by the conflict
between our two sides”
“what if I fail…. both sides will come after me”
“You won’t, I have been working meticulously preparing for when this day comes… I’ve almost made it a religious belief that killing off royalty will incite the wrath of God, neither of them shall touch you if they do then no one of the kingdoms will trust them.”
You kneel there silent unsure of what to say. You have no way to refuse only to accept your new duty.
“here, take this”
Through the darkly lit room, a silver crown with an amethyst placed at the area of the jewel is flung towards you, you catch it and stare at the deep purple of the gem.
“with this, you are the new king… congratulations your majesty” she announces.
You place the crown on your head, with this you accept your coronation but, at that moment, a fireball hits the door behind you shattering splinters of wood everywhere, the ice cracking. The door still stands. A few seconds later another fireball hits the door more splinters and ice are sent crashing to the floor however the door still stands.
“Your Majesty, My Son…. You must hide, it will not be safe here”
You nod your head and make your way to the corner of the room where a large chunk of ice has fallen, hiding behind it you watch to see a third fireball finally destroy the door from its hinges. 3 men on horseback arrive, one is Forseus, your adoptive uncle and brother to your mother, the other is Ladron, The Leader of the Red Legion and Melkor, The Vice Leader. They are followed by waves of blue and red soldiers.
“surrender the throne to Ladron, Sister, he will be the right one to rule the…”
Without hesitation your Mother points her finger towards Forseus, a shard of ice forms in the air instantly and hurtles towards him, it strikes him directly in the chest. He falls off the horse as the horse kicks its front legs upwards. He hits the ground with a metallic thud as you watch blood seep out of his armour, he makes gurgled noises of pain. After some time a blue soldier emerges and draws his sword, stabbing Forseus to cease his painful death.
“that made my plan a whole lot easier” Ladron exclaims.
“soldiers, unsheathe your blades as planned” Ladron shouts
At this all the red soldiers draw their swords and begin slaughtering the blue soldiers, outnumbered they stand no chance, red soldiers continue stabbing and severing arms, it’s a blood bath.
“NO!” your mother shouts.
She extends her arm upwards and then slashes it down. The ice from the ceiling once used to freeze the door comes crashing down like meteorites. Masses of red soldiers are sent flying or crushed by the falling ice, the remaining blue soldiers use it as a chance to escape and begin running back down the long corridor and moving into the side hallways.
Melkor's steed is sent into a frenzy at the commotion and flings him off, his body coming into the path of a falling chunk of ice, it hits him at full force, you are sure that he didn’t survive. Ladron lunges towards your mother with his steed, she sends ice shards towards him which he dodges.
“Son RUN!” she shouts at you.
You emerge from behind the ice shard, Lordor turns to see the crown on your head.
“NO!” he exclaims while still maintaining his path to your mother
You run as fast as you can to Forseus’ horse who sits there idly; you jump on and with a wack to the above of its back leg you’re off. You run down the long hallway with the speed of the horse and are past the foyer before you realise it. Your mind is lost unsure of how to comprehend what just happened, you leave knowing that your mother will not survive this encounter, you leave knowing that your world has fallen apart before you, you leave knowing that you now have the job of repairing that world, you leave knowing that you are the new King.
