The Chronicles of Colteran: The Warrior Queen

Prologue

The High King knew the Carnificina's offer of peace was a trap. A ploy to infiltrate Lichenston. Even though he knew, he accepted it. It was the only way for things to fall into place.

“Taking your kingdom is easier than I thought it would be. It's over, High King Garrett. We have infiltrated your kingdom. Surrender to me your power and I might spare your life,” King Magnar Helmer Mortem of Carnificina declared.

“No, I won't. Your threats do not scare me, traitor,” High King Garrett replied, standing tall and proud. “I will never give it up. One life, my life, is nothing compared to the lives at stake if you become High King.”

“Then it was settled.”

King Magnar called forth his esper Rage. In his command, Rage stabbed the High King with his glaive. The High King fell to his knees, vomitting blood.

“It would have not ended this way if you came to terms with me, Garrett. Now, the only thing that stands in my way is your daughter. She will suffer on your stead,” King Magnar chuckled as Rage pulled out the sword and the High King clutched his stomach, blood flowing out. “It's over.”

High King Garrett looked at King Magnar and smirked.

“No, Magnar. It's just the beginning. In time, my daughter will have the power she needs to overthrow you. I will aid her in her cause even if I've gone from this world. She's blessed by the Kings and Queens of Yore to succeed me as ruler of Lichenston. You might become the ruler of my kingdom this time, but your rule will never be as fruitful as the Chosen for the throne. Put that in mind, Magnar or your ignorance will be your downfall.” With his last breath, he raised his right hand, then the Ring of the Chosen glimmered. The Ring has taken into account what the High King said and vanished into thin air. The High King collapsed, dead.

“No! The Ring!” King Magnar rushed to High King Garrett to get the ring but was too late. He collapsed on the floor, life leaving him. All King Magnar could do is stand in dismay. Then he looked at his soldiers, stoned face.

“The Ring is the proof in order to complete my ascension as High King... No, not High King. Even if I'm the High King, every king and queen still can do as they please. I will become the Emperor!” Magnar proclaimed. His soldiers salute in response.

“The High King is dead! It's time for the five nations to meet their new ruler.”