Lonely on the majestic throne, eyes of the proxy overlooked the garrison mustered with slender silver swords and wooden bows tightly grasped in their gloved hands. The internal atmosphere of the throne hall was as quiet as it had ever been.
"I sense the terror within them. Their minds search for ways to egress blood and anger." The thought echoed loudly in the vastness of her open mind.
Pain surged like an incoming tide - receding slowly after a big hit. With both hands, a metal head piece was delicately removed off its resting spot. Secure in silky hands rested a golden crown embedded with superb emeralds in the centre - a concern occurred for the owner.
"Here they come…"
Below the kingdom, a vast world sat through the great white doors the guards were stationed at. Ordinary civilians from the town were intimidated to attempt climbing up the millions of quartz stairs before them. Unless you were a warrior with sharpened discipline, the determination wouldn't carry you through the torture that was much like conquering a snowy mountain. An unyielding desire for venturing the staircase to heaven would be burnt within to reach the top. Time and effort would be wasted if there was none to begin with. At the peak, a bland pale sky displayed no light of admiration for the achievement made. As terrible as it may seem, making your way down would be just as the nightmare than it was getting up.
If the sky of the gods congratulated no brave warrior, then it was up to the palace to complete that task. Most people's eyes lit up to see the interior to the main hall of the palace resemble closely to a cathedral. The great throne resided within this space. Softly rung voices of angels and the royal chair glowed in the sunlight. There was no surprise that all divinity was bundled in one hall for the public to see.
Made from reinforced stone, the medieval doors allowed light to flood into the interior of the elegant hall. To the left of the throne, light bled onto the marble floor through three medieval windows. A row of four chalk pillars stood corresponding to the space between the medieval windows on both sides of the hall. The doors made for giants and pillars competed to be the highest standing structure in the palace. However, the row of divine pillars aligned with one another had the purpose as the firm structure of the spacious white ceiling above.
Metal clanks uttered on the marble flooring. Anxious by the onus of guarding the entrance to the fortress, the sentinels scurried back and forth in the openness of the throne hall. Gripping their weapons tighter, they were still overwhelmed in fear. A river of red crafted in velvet extended through the palace hall - from the open doors to the throne. Dozens of narrow marble stairs ascended; they were a foot in length. Above, rested a single royal chair - cold and hard - made from the purest of white quartz. Extraction of the throne was out of the question in any unpredictable event. Aeons could pass, yet it would still stand for the next placeholder. As for the proxy herself, after spending years with the throne, she'd adapted to the smooth texture of hard quartz.
Admired for her charming appearance, whoever encountered the proxy failed to remove their sight off her crystal teal eyes. They were like the stars had combined with sea gems to create a sparkle in every glance she took. No doubt, her smile compared to the warmth of love. Like her soft hands, her silky white blonde hair trailed to her shoulders and faded in turquoise to match her eyes. Left leg over the right, the noble women sat dressed in an outfit that covered her slender body. Her right arm was in a chrome pauldron, whilst her left was sleeve-less. Majority of her skin was in a gown that acknowledged her royalty. Nothing too special could be said, it was just a silver white fabric without sleeves that met her armoured feet, but thats how she liked it - an outfit that was accessible to move in but still emit her position as queen.
She gripped the crown; her left hand was given the duty of touching her forehead to ensure the heat of pain diminished.
"Was the scarce time the reason behind their worries... would that be a disadvantage to the noble guards." She surmised internally as she manoeuvred her eyes away from the crown to the gigantic doors in front of her.
Naturally, the eleven troops fronted at the doors protected their bodies with armour. They matched in dark grey robes under emerald armour, hidden beneath a layer of metallic green was black trousers. The hands they used to grab tight of their swords and bows were enclosed in grey gauntlets. Without their helmets, the mixed expressions couldn't be denied on their scarred faces as they had a clear sight of what was to come. One guard from the brigade - silver wavy hair and stone grey eyes - known as Chief Guard Brixin disregarded the looming fear. His experiences from the past of being loyal to the royal family transformed his fear into an iron heart.
Like the guards, a worried look appeared on the queen's face as a dreadful intuition invaded her mind. The emerald crown returned atop its true resting spot. As if the palace was foreign to her, the queen's eyes explored the emptiness of the exquisite room. Reminiscent, memories of special events hosted in the classy hall replenished a slight joy for the queen. A mere two thousand people in the adequate space all danced elegantly with their partners in fancy outfits. Classical music, laughter and cheer, it all faintly rung in the proxy's ears, a warm sensation of being in that moment glossed over her.
"Enria, they advance closer to the great doors." Formally reported Brixin from across the hall.
The throne remained without a word as its queen snapped out of the illusion she was deceived in. A fragile smile morphed into a hurt expression. An immense headache returned to Enria. She quickly removed the precious head piece from her white blondish hair.
Amplified, the voice of war neared closer to the ancient fortress. A fire of determination was ignited within the eleven guards to protect the crown. Their faces were scrunched up in and their eyes sharpened with rage. The vile battle cries they received only enhanced the hatred they had for the enemy. Loud clanks of metal rumbled the white quartzite staircase leading up to palace, the hostile soldiers boiled with fury.
"PREPARE YOURSELVES." Commanded the Chief Guard.
The ten guards readied themselves in stances that were comfortable to them when using their weapons.
"PROTECT QUEEN ENRIA WITH YOUR ONLY LIFE!" His voice boomed in the openness, raising his silver sword in the air.
Growls entered the scene as the enemy reached the designated rendezvous.
The green guards didn't look at the slightest effected by the vicious snarls. Their pride remained unblemished by foreigners of evil.
Eleven warriors had reached the top. Perhaps there was more at the bottom of the staircase but that couldn't be confirmed. The guild paused their march to await for the declaration of war. At least there was some mutual respect within their black hearts. Leading the pack stood five muscular men with veins bulging from their muscles. Metal helmets above their heads blocked any of their facial features. But most likely they were enraged too. Curled horns lay above their knightly head armour. Ideally, they looked like a group of tall lumberjacks. Iron chains crisscrossed their bare torso; their black trousers were tore from what seemed to be the doing of wolves. Hard as stone, the freakishly built men must've underwent strict training that involved rolling boulders. In their hands, they carried chrome shields. With accumulated scratches, the size of the shields looked to be the breastplate for the inhuman men.
Behind the row of five giants, six knights suited in polished crimson held onto murderous double headed axes as if they were their prized possession. Without the means of letting go, the axes looked newly forged. Both their outfits and weapons looked refined with a subtle red glow. Unlike the lumberjack beasts, the red warriors revealed their ruthless faces. Two females and three males, sharp fangs created maniacal smiles with a prime intent to kill.
"FOR THE QUEEN." Brixin furiously shouted.
"CHARGE!!" Commanded the leading giant.
Mayhem begun.