The stars he saw were varied in size, some large and others small, and the night sky was stunning. It was something he could comprehend during this difficult period. He could hear nothing but his own voice within his head. He kneeled down and asked himself, "How did he end up in this situation?" He quickly snapped out of the delusion he was in, and when he did, he was surrounded by voices that were yelling, which made him feel helpless. feeble. The screams stopped when nearby civilians were slain by men in full armour. At a distance, female elves were seen walking inside a massive carriage, and knights could be seen dragging the corpses. Those who were spared would become labourers. The elf questioned what made elves so terrible and why the humans they considered friends hated them so much.
The idea of becoming different species of varmints was considered since the elf felt like an animal and observed that his type was treated like animals. The sensation was there as I knelt down and was restrained. Gazing at the earth, the elf pondered what had caused the humans to despise them in the first place and why they had severed ties with the people they considered friends. Since his father had claimed that humans are people just like themselves and that humans were originally like them, he had never considered haters. That was something his father had told him, yet even if he didn't hate them, there would be animosity towards them. He realised why there was dread in his village after witnessing the disaster that was playing out before his very eyes.
"FATHER!!"
The elf side made the sounds of groaning from the knight, and at that moment, the guy in the outer armour swung his sword, slicing through the elven neck and sending it tumbling to the ground with a 5-foot blade. As soon as they heard the thud, those close to the execution burst out laughing, and some even whistled at the quick cut. The small girl was moved to tears as she looked down to find her father's body and head on the ground, and her brother was shaking at what he had witnessed. The young child was so shocked and upset by what she saw that she broke down right away.
"NOO!!"
After momentarily holding her down, the knight released her. Before long, the girl collapsed and started sobbing over her father's passing. As her tears started to fall on the dry earth, the soldiers surrounding her chuckled at her grief. Beside her, her brother remained silent, taken aback by what he saw. When the little elf comprehended what had happened, she turned to face her brother and saw how their father had caused his eyes to swell. The knight next to her notices that she is trying to stand up from the ground. The young girl is then kicked in the abdomen by the knight, hurting her stomach.
As the young child starts to sob from the pain, soldiers start to swarm around her. Shortly after, they all kick the young girl, causing her to groan in pain and the knights to laugh angrily. Many kicks proved to be the knight's undoing, and the girl who was left behind was shattered, with bruises all over her body. Her brother glanced at her right away as he returned to reality. He got up and hurried towards his sister, seeing her in a broken mess. The young girl's surrounding soldiers withdrew, and a few of them departed.
"Noo! Please stay with me!"
The little boy's cries could be heard as he tightly gripped her sibling. His sister continued to gasp for oxygen without saying anything. When they were lying on the ground, the troops surrounding them exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. One person leaves the group and raises his five-foot-five deer to the sky. He approaches the two children at a slow pace. The knight waited for a response, but there was none—no crying, no pleading for compassion—which disappointed him. The small boy was shaking his younger sister, and the knight was alongside him, listening to the children's sobs. He continues to shake without reply, and I could see it was emotionless by seeing through her mouth. The tiny child recognises this right away; he looks up at the sky and quickly starts to cry over his sister's passing.
The soldier felt guilty for not reaching there sooner, but as soon as he saw this, he quickly positioned his sword at an angle, tense to kill him in the crosswise direction. The troops nearby were making loud cries, and many of them were staring at each other while dancing to the loud tears. As the child turned to face her deceased sister, the soldier in the centre positioned himself to speak to her. Hearing the cries from the knight behind him, he opened his face shield and comforted the weeping youngster.
"My condolences.."
Just as quickly as that, the knight swings his sword, slicing through the tiny lad before the man behind him can be heard moaning. From a distance comes the sound of something unknown. The knight was about to murder the youngster when he heard the unusual sound. He peered up above the sky and saw just the stars at night. He looks into his knight's eyes and looks out into the forest. He sees nothing but loud noises in the vast forest behind him.
They instantly repeated their pitch as they became louder and louder, which was unusual for their tones. Every knight in the flaming village was staring into the forest, and many of them were in disbelief as they anticipated what would emerge from it. Then came the first screams, which roused many to raise their arms and some to form formations. The sounds of clopping horsewear could be heard right ahead of the knight, who was about to slay the young child, but he had larger fish to fry. Blade at arms, he prepared for what came next.
Blades blazing in the sky, they all stood in a waiting attitude, some with weapons other than swords. Seeing that he had consoled his deceased sister, the small kid was unable to get up and chose not to bother. They stood in front of many, observing and silently waiting for what would eventually appear in their eyes. Fewer soldiers were affected by the worry as the sounds in the forest and even in the sky grew louder; many of them started to tremble with their guns right away.
They were startled to see their comrade emerge from the forest, since they were visibly terrified and shivering. He started calling out to his newly discovered allies as soon as he made it beyond the jungle.
"THE PEOPLE FROM THE GATE!!"
His screams were instantly heard as harsh, robotic voices surrounded them and machine-like wyverns soared above the sky, passing past. The mechanical wyverns hovered around, and the robotic voices could be heard surrounding them. The sight startled the knights, and many of them started to close within each other. His expression was one of disbelief. He was speechless, stunned by what he was witnessing. The moment he saw the mechanical wyverns, he dropped his sword. Humans were inside those mechanised wyverns, giving commands to those creatures. He knelt down and peered at the creatures.
"My great one, save us all."
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August 11th, 678 AD.
9:00 AM.
Kingdom of Elijah, royal throne.
A vast, cultured kingdom, larger than all the kingdoms united inside their little continent, sits in the midst of the valley of the Elijah continent. Its enormous walls, which were more modern than the combined walls of most capitals, served as the cornerstone for the defence of its city. Elves and other mixed species mingle in the inner towns of the capital, which are dominated by wooden dwellings and a profusion of trees. Many residents of the Elijah capital headed to the nearby parks and markets on this lovely day made possible by the shop and the sunny sky.
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The room inside the throne was exquisite, lit by the sun through the large throne windows that were built so the queen could gaze down upon the kingdom below. The room was decorated with incredibly intricate historical artwork that was buried above the ceiling, and pillars held histories and texts that explained the early history of their prosperous kingdom. However, those details had no bearing on the current circumstances, as Queen Galadriel the IX sat down with her royal councils, listening in front of the messenger, who held a paper and read aloud. Together, the queen and the council hear the numerous tragic news reports.
"Reports of Lielo capital being taken over have now confirmed we have reports of refugees coming to the border!"
The news came as a huge shock to the elves in the councils, causing some to doubt their talents as they whispered and chattered more than they had been told. Many councils started acting within the council as a result of some losing hope.
"This is bad; our closest ally got defeated with ease, but how did they manage to get to the other side of the great desert?"
A council member yelled.
"The situation is very grim; getting defeated in under 2 months is faster than most conflicts combined."
The councils got into arguments right away, and some of them began to mistrust the war because of their thick fortifications. The queen, seated on the throne, was given a headache by their shouting matches. The accord quickly descended into yells, and upon perceiving that her councils were engaged in combat, she struck her first on the wooden handles, eliciting a resounding smack.
"Quiet!"
With a roar, she ordered the council to stop talking, and several of them turned to face the messenger. Returning to our subject, the loss of their strong friend had left their kingdom in a dire situation. The invasion may have been near their borders, and a personnel shortage had made the inhabitants of the capital overly anxious. However, the queen sat in a composed manner, glancing at the messenger after receiving the sad news.
"What happened to the current monarch there?"
"They got away before being apprehended; chances are that they will come to us, but we are not sure when they will arrive."
Knowing that their country is incapable of engaging in ground combat, the queen sensed the stress of the predicament that has arisen with the surrounding nations right away. Even though the majority of their population is elves, their weak point as swordsmen didn't qualify, and even the populace understood it because they are better archers. Galadriel is aware that this is a 1/10 effort, despite their 20,000 ground troops being trained, and that she is up against a nation with vast military might. The queen realises right away that her realm is incapable of stopping the huge power, dispelling any illusion that they can stop it. because a far stronger second force would arrive by the time they failed to halt the first. In the throne room, the queen quickly let out a loud breath while wearing a worried expression. She requested additional details about the matter, turning back to the messenger.
"How long till they come to our country?"
The messenger turned to the next page of his paper as soon as he was requested. After flipping the page a few times, he found a message from their generals. He turned to face the queen again.
"Regarding their chance of invasion against them, we say that their numbers are currently as high as they can, bringing many of their armies to the lielos capital, and we say that they would march to the border within 2-3 months."
It was good to hear the news, and the report even made the Queen happy. The queen was happy to hear that they wouldn't launch an attack until October of the next year, since it would allow her to raise more warriors for her army. However, she still had the sensation of a disadvantage and that something wasn't quite right in the report. Glancing back at the messenger, she motions for him to approach while raising her hand in a wish. Since she was close to the queen, she inquired right away about any shortcomings in the report.
"Are there any shortcomings in this? Something doesn't feel right."
The worried voice made the messenger feel quite pessimistic, and looking through the people again, he took a good look to see that they weren't drawing back due to the extra message not being sent.
"No, your majesty's forces within the border and its scouts haven't reported anything other than that. Your grace."
The queen understands the reason and looks at the council with a reasonable look. She gazes back at the messenger.
"Thank you for the report; you are free to go."
The messenger heard the sounds of shoes being worn away and instantly bowed to the queen, turning to gaze behind him as he moved towards the doors in front. She turns to face the council members on her left, who had all fallen silent after they were told to calm down following a little altercation. Many get up as she sighs and repeats the action for the messenger.
"You are all dismissed."
Everybody stood up, and several of them also bowed. After they exited their cramped space, several of them made their way to the same door, and as soon as the final man was outside, the guards shut the enormous doors, causing a loud crash behind them. The queen then steered the chair while experiencing a sense of drowsiness. She quickly closes her eyes and considers the issues that her nation is currently facing, knowing this. Given that her nation will be fighting this battle alone, she starts to have doubts, just like her council members. Her country is not very strong in combat. The queen rolled her eyes at the news of the allies' defeat; therefore, her assistance and support did not help.
Why?.
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she let out a cry. With nothing to steady her, she correctly sits up in the chair and looks out at the capital city where she used to reside. She loved the city and its people, even though they were far better than most capitals' standards. However, as soon as she imagined the state of the city, with the sky dark, the fire raging on her kingdom's inner buildings, and the sounds of screaming elves as the cavalry's cries killed many of the fleeing elves and collected many on their lancers, those smiles would quickly turn to horror. Then, she sees herself and her daughter bound to a wooden log with haystacks surrounding her. The officer touches her, and she imagines herself pleading with him after realising that her daughter, who is next to her, is burning alive earlier than she had anticipated. As the fire becomes brighter, she looks in front of her, and the officer quickly drops the touch on the haystack, starting a chain reaction. Even though it's just a daydream when she opens her eyes, the sensation of it is still very real in her mind, and she is overcome with dread.
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"How do you feel, my grace?"
She turns to gaze to her right, where the noises came from, and notices an elderly woman in some sort of cloak. She hears an elderly, serene voice. She scoffs at the query, recognising it as the older magician of the realm, and informs her of the current state of affairs right away. "No, unfortunately, to say that I doubt that we are capable of fighting this nation that survived; the great desert has defeated three of the countries that were once our allies, being defeated so easily."
"Our lack of manpower due to the expedition forces, conflicts we went to, and allies being defeated made us vulnerable!"
The queen quickly turned her back on the mage and resumed her survey of the exterior. The older mage remained silent, maintaining the same stance as the queen. Glancing back at the mage, she breaks down in tears again at the issue. If there was anything that they could do, she inquired.
"The great one, is there anything we can do?"
The magician noticed that the queen was the same as the one she had seen when she was twelve years old; given that Galadriel was involved, she did not anticipate seeing an adult grieving over the circumstances. Even as a small child, she possessed strength. She gave her a smile and moved to get close to her right away. After telling her one good anecdote, she opens her eyes.
"I shall help you."
The queen stood up and moved in the direction of the mage as soon as she sensed happiness rising inside her. The mage senses the queen's own affection as she bows to her. The mage soon turned to face the throne chair, and in front of him was an open stairway leading to the cellar. As the mage approaches it, she pauses for a moment right away. When she notices that the queen is not following, she turns to face her and asks if she would follow instead.
"Care to join with me?"
The elder is heading for the door as the queen rushes over to her right away. The magician behind the door quickly closes it as both of them enter, and the queen follows along to see what her mage would do in this emergency.