WAR

Easy is the decent

It faded fast. That flash of light. That whisper of hope. Blinding the whole army for those everlasting seconds, while Fear and Confusion covered them as the dark silence was torn to pieces. The enemy camp shuddered in the wake of such brightness.. Even the King was tempted to bend the knee. Then.. as quickly as it came. It vanished.
And King noticed a distinct emptiness to the right of his throne.
The camp conforted themselves in the brevity of the flash, with many passing it off as a dream. Yet, there was one amoungst them who could not simply disregard it. Who could not shake the feeling of paranoia the flash had raised up inside. Thoughts laced with anxiety and suspicion grew in the King which were watered by his hunger for her pain.
Heavy was the head which bore the crown. And the paranoia grew. Becoming far greater and louder. Echoing his every fearful thought. What if's and maybes invaded the Kings mind. And the paranoia grew. And became more distinct. And grew and became more distinct. Fear embraced him. His thoughts were more rapid. Quicker and louder and faster. Till he could take no more. His battle roar came out loud and painfilled.
This war would be his last.

Onwards she marched. Nearer and nearer to almost certain doom she proceeded. Alone.
Till she came to the place where malevolent darkness cloacked the evil which fed off almost every sliver of hope she carried. Here. This is the place.
The thick darkness unveiled the army of beasts and demons.. of friends and loved ones. A thousand to one.
The army assumed battle formations.. demons on the outside. They had not sworn alligence to the King. They were pawns.
The unholy choir begun their song. She stands unwavering.
WORTHLESS- they sing together drawing her in with their melancholy chime.
Her resiliency shakes.. and slowy she starts to sing in harmony with their pain. The demons aim to wear her down. Stone to sand.
Eyes close and for a split moment she sees him. Xilaskar.. the great peace. She stops singing. Their songs are wasted on her. She done with them.
But they are by no means finished with her.. they want to break her. They want to see the lights leave her eyes and watch as the darkness consumes her whole.
They send Sasha, a lesser demon for the fourth world. Possession.. as sure way to make the queen loose herself and surrender. Yet the foolish demons did not account for the queens strength.. her mind could not be so easily taken.. not again.
Power echoed though the silence and the FLASH of light in her eyes fueled the Kings paranoia.
She could not stopped.
And the Kings mind decended further into cruel oblivion.