The Tale of two Dimensions

PROLOGUE

The kingdom was in chaos. The king was standing in the throne room, the only place made of stone instead of wood or metal. The enemy hit the door again with a battering ram. They were the only ones left, fighting off the creatures of dark magic. "I know what you're thinking," the Queen said, massaging one of his shoulders, " you're thinking how timely the babies were born," She said shakily. The King sighed, "I am, and I think I need to fight this battle alone," he looked at her almost pleading her to agree. "I didn't hand my baby girl to my mother, only to join her in the safe room a few minutes later, I'm here to fight." She said almost annoyed he would suggest she leave. Angry the King shouted, "I won't lose anyone else!" The Queen stood her ground and firmly but gently said, "We will fight together and we will win." And that was that in her mind.

The Queen, now wielding a silver sword to match her armor, nodded at her husband in reassurance. The throne room rang as the doors rattled when the enemy hit the oak doors. They burst open omitting an army of Trolls and ogres. Lashing at an ogre the Queen killed it in one blow. The king charged a troll catching it off guard, he hopped on a fallen beam Jumping off and plunging his sword deeply into the troll. It fell, it's last words a mumbled spell that never got to be carried out, the smell in the air was as if a fish and skunk had died, a dead person had cooked it and eaten them, and proceeded to feed all of that, to the now dead troll. Not to mention the smelly feet aroma coming from the stab wound. It was almost enough to make the king pass out, but the King had to protect his family no matter the cost, besides he had done this many times before.

A troll stooped down with his massive club for a hand, reaching out to the King, trying to pluck him up and eat him, no doubt. Not as easy as the troll thought is would have been, the King climbed on top of him, getting on the fifteen foot trolls back and stabbing him through the neck. The King defeated three more, slashing and jumping from shoulder to shoulder on the Trolls backs. The king turned to see the Queen faring well, she had a wound along her right arm, but it didn't stop her from using her left. "I love you," The King shouted. "I've heard such gossiping," The Queen called, "and I should have you know I am the luckiest human being alive!" She Paired a battle ax to her head, "I love you, King Charles," The Queen said cooly stabbing yet another ogre. "Yes you do my dear, and don't you forget it," The king said popping up from his hiding spot, and ducking down as a huge troll fist swung down, trying to clobber him.

The Queen, spun dodging an attack, but tripped on a loose stone, fell to the ground on her back. The ogre that she was fighting, didn't expect to see a sword through his stomach. The wave was small, but more were coming, they needed to blockade the doors and fall back. They stood back to back encircled by trolls and ogres. "We need to break this circle, if they surround us we lose our advantage," The Queen thought aloud. "I agree," King Charles stabbed another troll making the count four to one. The King and Queen were getting tired and sluggish. "I got this," the Queen said charging the troll to the right, the king caught the ogres that were following her, cutting them off literally. The Queen fell to the ground, unable to move, she had been cursed by the troll, and he was going in for the kill.

That gave him something to fight for, now full of anger and adrenaline he killed off the troll he was fighting, surprising the last troll and stabbing him, just in time. He helped her stand. "Are you alright?" The Queen nodded her head as she stood up, The King embracing her in a tight grip, "I told you, I wasn't going to lose you, don't ever scare me like that again." The Queen smiled, "I love you," she said, resting in his arms, "love you too," The King said, then kissed her, only to hear a slow clap and deep laughter. A tall Man, with a handsome aging face, came out of the shadow of the doorway to the throne room." Damian!" The king called his name, and glared at Damian as he drew closer. "Hello my old friend," Damian said, smirking and stepping closer to them.