• Prolouge


    Somewhere in a far off world, a young queen sat in her throne. Standing beside her was her general of her army. Through the great hall doors, a young man walked towards the throne. As he got near the throne, he stopped and kneeled down before the yound queen.
    "I trust you have good news for me." the queen asked him. The man nodded his head before looking up at her.
    "Yes my Queen. All the preperations are ready for the ceremony." the man replied. The general looked down at him as his looked up at the young queen.
    "How soon can you perform the ceremony?" the general asked. The young man looked over at the general.
    "Tommorrow evening. There shall be plenty new arrivals for you." the man said. The young queen stood from her throne and walked down the stairs leading to him.
    "Once we have enough people under our control, we can rule everyone here and in that world." the queen said. The young man nodded and stood up.
    "Fear not my Queen. I will not fail you." the man said. The queen turned her back to him and walked back up the stairs to her throne. The man turned and walked out of the grand hall. The grand doors creaked slowly as they closed after he left.
    "You better not." the queen said as she sat back down on her throne. She looked over at the general standing beside her. "You better get ready." The general gave the young queen a quick bow before taking his leave as well. The young queen propped her head on her arm and closed her eyes. This better not take too long, she thought. She awaited the return of her general and her new soliders.