The drums of war, those horrible drums of war howled in the middle of the night while the doors of the last ring of defense of the fortress roared as it was hit by a gigantic battering ram, carved with the symbols of the main castes of humans and elves.
The allies bordering the orc capital had succumbed to the human sabotage of their supplies, they had blocked the trade roads and killed any messenger birds or heralds. Soon the fort was isolated, and the little resistance that remained behind the walls was diminished by the devastating famine and treacherous uncertainty. All that remained was a barrier of magic maintained by my mother, for the lives of all depended upon it.
She slept day and night, her pale complexion growing colder, and her red hair beginning to fade to white ash. My father's fury at his own helplessness made the earth itself tremble with despair and misery.
"The gods blessed you with the lineage of the great orc Dandar, with the royal lineage of the Elven Empire, and legitimate right upon the stick of truth" her cold hands sank into my hair, cradling my head against her body.
I could feel his life being drained away, every thrust from that damned battering ram was like a stab in her dying heart.
"Yours is the last drop of blood that brings as an entourage the very history of the gods." I nodded, holding her tightly. Soon it would all be over, no more fear, no more massacres, no more the roar of the masses begging for our heads. No more violence "That a thousand rodents swallow the entrails of those who dare to threaten your existence, because your blood will never know the coldness of death, my dearest, no matter how much you pray for it"
"What does that mean?" An unspeakable terror was injected into my veins with such words. Dandar's shouts, orders to the orcs were accompanied by the thunder of war horns urging them to take position.
"I beg you to forgive my selfishness, for I have sinned of worldly greed. Kenneth, if the world were to burn, the lesser sorrow would take root in my heart, than the death of the fruit of my love" tears began to well up, sparks of diamond covered her marbled complexion "Forgive me my child, forgive me; for I have longed for your immortality, and the gods have punished me by responding to my desires" these were her last words before the barrier was lifted. The battering ram went through the sturdy gate, and the clash of metal, the smell of blood, and the cries of war were not long in coming.
His figure dissolved in the air, a cry of despair left my lips as I saw my life undone in a second, before I felt the dagger of death pierce my heart, making my soul its home, promising to court me from time to time, but only from afar, untouchable.
"Retrieve the stick of truth, my beautiful child, and you may have death on your side once more." The murmur of my mother's voice brought me back to reality.
Now the lifeless room watched me silently, the sounds of war were distant, sinister, glassy through tears that kept coming. The sky broke into tears of blood, and the earth shook at the death of its most beautiful creature. And the world knew that the queen of the elves had died.
They had entered the castle, now they were pushing the door of my mother's room, father was crying the absence of his muse at his own announced death, letting the invaders enter in surrender to life itself.
Even the last Orc fell that day. Yet, amidst the river of corpses, my person remained unchanged. I died a hundred times that night; escorting a thousand invaders to the very gates of hell, before returning back to life.
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