"Its gonna be ok..."
"Its gonna be okay..ay..ay.. ay.. yeah...."
A violet-robed man is happily singing as he carry a bunch of weapons through a long corridor. As soon as he arrived at the end of it, a huge majestic door can be seen hindering his way. He gently put down the weapons and whispered something at the door. Three different-colored keys suddenly appeared in front of him, he checked his surroundings as his right hand retrieved the keys and put them at the designated slots in the door. The keys disappeared after that and the door slowly opened.
" The early ones shall never get anything while the late one shall get everything.."
After the violet-robed man said that, he turned around and get his things at the floor. He stood there for a short time before going in. The door slowly closed behind him.
"oh my babies here we are..yeah"
He put down the weapons and inspected each and everyone of them as if he was looking for a hidden wound on a patient. He put aside the defective ones on the right side corner and carried the other ones and walked to portal like entrance.
"hmm let's see...hmm right,right.. 'The never ending chaos is my playground. The everlasting peace my prison'."
Once he entered, a great hall welcomed him. Stairs can be seen in semi-circle formation. At the center of the hall is a big silver orb on top of a pillar. He raised his arms and the weapons instantly floated slowly in front of the orb. The weapons brightly turn into streaks of light and flew straight to the orb.
"Hey cute baby.. this is the last batch today."
" Curator don't call me your cute baby. Thank you again for today."a solemn voice replied.
"No worries... How much time do you think we have?" the man asked.
"I dont know. I think after your chairman's retreat we should assume that we have about.. hmm 50 years.. 50 years to prepare... a bit short.. "
"How about the queen? Any news on her side?"
" You already know the answer to that question... why are you still asking about it?"the man replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
" You can't blame her... Anything else curator?"
"Well, for the last time, you can stay.. there are many disciples that can do it with your master's plan... there is no need to leave it up to fate,right?"
"No... they are my master's final wishes."
After the voice left those words, the orb released a terrifying aura and it turned increasingly small by the second. The curator sighed as he turned back.
{Kingdom's Palace}
"My lady, what's your command?" a butler asked with reverence to the person seated at the throne. Behind him stood 17 commanders of the Kingdom's army.
The queen just sat there looking at a grand armor standing tall beside the throne opposite her, as if she never heard the question the butler asked. Her face turned very sad for a moment, then changed to a very angry face as he turn her attention to the butler in front. She dazed for a moment, after which her face gave a look of determination.
Standing up,the queen suddenly told her audience,"Give my order. The Kingdom shall be isolated from now on. Ill be entering my retreat. the first duke shall be in charge for the management of the Kingdom and the Second General will be developing the army. 2nd General Cray Fermin ... heed my command... I know you know our situation. We need to prepare for the worst."
"Yes, my lady", replied the general.
"1st General Brian Mist, launch the King's Initiative. Tell our vassal forces to be prepared. Recruit as much as you can and protect the 'stars' with potential."
"Yes, my lady" he replied.
"Let's begin."