High Tarxan Nation, A Tarxan Port, Portville, On The Ocean Of The Country Of High Tarxan.
First Year Of God, First Day, First Five Days, First Month.
"Goddamn wankers, hurry! Bring in the magi core as soon as possible!" an elven male said.
Many Elven sailors were hurrying back and forth as they try to move in the gigantic magi core towards the inside of the ironclad ship.
"Heave, Ho! Heave, Ho! Heave, Ho!"
The Elven males were pushing the magi core all around the ship, to which soon enough they filled almost all the magi storage inside the ships with magi core and so they were now ready to move.
An Elven sailor with a vastly different attire from the other sailors sauntered towards the control panels along with the entire crew of the ironclad ship. They walked back and forth as they get ready to move out of the dry dock of Portville and meet up with the rest of the forces of the queen.
"Start up the magi engines!" The Elven male said.
The magi engines roared with enough fervour to which the ironclad ship moved. Along the top of the ironclad ship's smokestack, black smoke was being released.
"Magicians! Purify the magi cores and release the blessings of the goddess of the wind!" The Elven male said.
The magicians then started chanting some unspeakable incantations, to which after a few seconds the magi core in the magi engines lit up and are glowing as if it is being purified into a pure energy. It was then followed by another incantation, which made the magi core glow even brighter but this time it has the colour hue of green energy amplifying it's surroundings.
The ironclad ship moved a little faster, then at a visible rate it was becoming more and faster and soon enough it was slicing through the waves like an arrow that was released from the bow.
Soon enough, the iron-clad ship that was slicing across the tidal waves of the ocean arrived at it's designated location. There they saw dozens of fleets of iron-clad ships. When they look to their left and right, they could see even more iron-clad ships arriving from all around.
"Communicator! Send a morse code telegram to the advance ship and tell her majesty that we have arrived!" The Elven sailor said.
"Right away, commander!" The Elven sailor said.
The dozens of fleets stationed at the ocean from the outside perspective looked like an invasion force. Unfortunately, it was indeed an invasion force. Right now, they are facing what seemed like a massive storm in front of them. What baffled them is that fact that the storm hasn't moved an inch. So that would mean there could be treasures inside the storm, and the only thing they need to do is vanquish the evil storm and all the riches will be theirs.
If her majesty succeeds in taking these treasures, it would improve her social standing and people might respect her a bit more than they were in the past. Maybe, just maybe, they would now treat her as their queen, as rightfully is.
Even if the colour of the orb was red, which could either mean rebirth or chaos, therefore she would force it to become a symbol of rebirth, a rebirth of a nation under a single mother. Which is her, even if almost all the first-class citizens and the aristocrats doesn't see her as such. Therefore, she would seek support from the masses by being the people's queen. A queen where she put the people's interest above all.
Fortunately for her, depending on her convictions, beliefs and actions, these dreams will come to fruition soon.
Panning back to the sidelines, beside her majesty was her brother Acheron. For the past few minutes, he had this indecent look towards his sister. He was practically mentally salivating, unfortunately he couldn't take his sister for himself.
There was a curse on the Elven monarchy. Once the successor has been picked, the rest of the Elven people with an interest in the throne could do nothing except to have the other Elven revolt against her. It's because the Elven goddess is going to punish the successionist if they ever try to oppose the successor.
Which is why his sister Floria Melian Shelberry was able to quickly ascend the throne all because of his damn reformist father, who wanted to reform society, and so his father placed his hopes on his sister, who had the same reformist mind.
'Women are subservient to men! She could never reform society and not only that she wants equal treatment along with those trash that are called commoners who have no magical affinity. Hmph! Utterly preposterous! If it weren't only for the supporters of our father weren't on your side, I would have been able to take the throne for myself by having my supporters. ravaged you to death!' Acheron Shelberry thought to himself.
'That useless father! He should have just followed the customs of our ancient ancestors. After all, it was those women who sinned first! Which made the gods angry and forced them to be subservient to us men! We are far more superior, because we are loyal followers of the gods and goddesses! After all, we never make mistakes too! Our words are holy and absolute!' Acheron thought to himself.
'Goddamn it, will this be a millennium of humiliation? Just you wait, my sister. If you cannot recover that, treasure we are sure that you'll be backstabed by those supporters of yours. Heh! They will be like lapdogs who are ready to jump on the bandwagon on ravaging you at the first opportunity that arises. HAHAHAHA! My little sister, you should have just given birth to younglings and you'll never be on this spot that you're on.' Acheron thought to himself.
As the dozens of fleets of iron-clad ships were getting nearer and nearer towards the massive storm, creatures then started coming out of the massive storm. The time of battle is nigh!