Soldier, Poet, King

Chapter : Prologue.

Prologue.
"There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. She will tear your city down"
A slightly built cat girl appeared. She had raven hair, and yellow cat eyes. She could be seen holding a pair of daggers, it was already clear she was skillful with them. Then, in the blink of an eye, she glitched, and dissapeared.
"Olei, olai"
The soldier could be seen, glitching through the battlefield, her daggers being the last thing her enemies see. She single handedly took an army down.
"Oleii oh lord"
She could be seen, in a form which radiated power. She was glitching in and out of reality, as she held her hand up, and her body glitched apart, turning into a shield protecting her army.
"She will tear your city down"
A gravestone could be seen. Her daggers carved into her tomb as this was her final resting place.
"Olei oh lai, oh lord"
A monument could be seen, a giant replica of what she looked like in her glory days.

The sound of a guitar could be heard strumming to a tune, as the townsfolk danced around in the town square.

"There will come a poet, whos weapon is her words. She will slay you with  her tongue"
A human appeared. She had raven hair, which was braided. Though she looked human, there were metallic lines running through her body, seams of the metal plating that made up her physical body. Behind her was what looked like an identical twin, but her twin had no shadow. Her twin's hair was instead tied up in a low ponytail. Her twin held her hand, as they sat together at a cliffs edge.
"Oleii, olai"
They could be seen, working together to write new laws into place for their kingdom,and using the quill to sway peoples hearts.
"Oleii, oh lord"
The poet jumped forwards, taking a high grade bullet to her chest, shot by her own twin. The bullet landed at her main core, as the robots body began to deactivate. The twin stood there, in a trance. Watching as her own sister died to a bullet she had shot.
"She will slay you with her tongue"
A gravestone could be seen. With a small ring engrave into the tomb. The twin mourning at her grave.
"Oh lei oh lai oh lord"
Her twin could be seen, telling the poets stories, making sure her legacy never dies, as she becomes folklore that will be told for generations to come.
The guitar strumms again, as the townfolk share homemade goods with one another, all the while festive music sets the atmosphere.

"There will come a ruler, whos brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like david's boy."
A tall, young-looking blond man could be seen. He looked fierce. He had wings as graceful as a swan, and white as the snow falling from the northern isles. He had golden eyes, as he looked over a kingdom of people. The people all waved at him, as he took flight towards the horizon.

"Oleii, oh lai"
He could be seen flying at speeds faster than a jet, as he assisted the soldier in a fight, he zipped accross the battlefield, with speeds that could rival the soldier's glitching. He wielded a mighty sword, as gold as his eyes. And as graceful as his wings.

"Oh lei, oh lord"
It was nearly impossible to tell that the person standing now, was the same as the man described before. But the gold eyes were a tell tale sign. His hair was lit aflame, his white wings having turned almost entirely into fire, somehow still capable of flying. Behind him, to his right, laid the poets deactivated body, her twin still holding on to the body, inable to fully process what happened quite just yet. To her left, laid a glitching mess, a husk of what the soldier once was. You could barely tell it was a cohesive being at any point of its life. Behind all three, an army of many breeds, ready to support their ruler with whatever abilities they had. He stared with sheer hatred at a man, smiling coyly, knowing he'd ticked him off.
"Smeared with oil, like david's boy"
The great ruler, this time with his snow white wings, sat at a golden throne, as he ruled over his kingdom. A picture of all three of them propped to his right, and a worn out book to his left.
"Oh leii oh lai, oh lord"
He could be seen ruling over his kingdom, as he told the stories of the soldier and the poet, as he sat with his people.

The guitar started to strumm again, as everybody cheered and danced in the memory of the soldier, the poet and the king.

" He will tear your city down"

As the sun began to set on this festive day, the king looked over his kingdom, looked over to his picture. And decided to call it a day.

"Oh leii oh lai oh lord!"