The red gate graced the ancient past once more, and out stepped the man. He stood on the roof of a large building constructed of stone; it was just one of many in the grand city that reached beyond the horizon of his sight.
Moving to the very edge, he took in the grandeur; truly intelligence had come to the planet. The population was composed of small Saurian creatures, shorter than himself. They walked upon twp legs, their bodies clad in some manner of fabric cloth; despite being so different, he realized in an instant who they were.
The descendants of the herbivores who touched the crystal, all those millions of years ago.
"They've come so very from that day, so long ago."
As he watched them go about their daily lives, something aught his attention; vast shards of the red crystal that he seeded the planet with were being carted about by a small segment of the Saurian populace.
Curious as to what their use for the crystal was, he followed a small convoy of carts. The small, green Humanoids were removing the crystal from the ground, making room for a structure that would only add to the vastness of their city.
He stalked the convoy to the outskirts of the city; he was appalled. It was a dump site; they were discarding it like the shards were common trash! His eyes narrowed as a frown came to his lips; surely they were not worthy of the gifts that had been given to them. He felt anger at their dumping of the crystals, at disgracing that which gave them the ability to create civilization in the first place. He clenched his left hand into a fist, threatening to shatter the shard in his hand.
He knew that he would have to make those foolish beings pay for this disrespect and stupidity. The sheer ignorance of this action was unforgivable!
But then something else caught his eye, something he had no expected; a group of small, fur covered creatures with long arms and short legs emerged from the jungle. With caution they made their way to the very border of the city where the dump site sat.
To his amazement, the strange creatures looked upon the broken, discarded fragments; in their deeply set eyes he could see a sense of wonder, animated with something else that he had not expected.
"Oh, curiosity...?"
The small group dared to come closer, despite the Saurian convoy coming and going. But there was caution in their actions; they weren't as stupid as their looks conveyed. Several of the group went to the very edge of the dump site and took hold of many a fragment, their eyes transfixed upon the strange crystal that they held in their hands.
They studied the crystals, heads cocking back and forth as they took in the sight. Then, one held the crystal aloft on a whim; it howled in surprise as it saw that the world had suddenly turned red! Quickly the creature lowered the shard and saw the world in all its glorious color, then looked through the shard again, only to take it away.
The group followed suit, they all howled in wonder as the world changed colors between the crystal and their naked eyes; it was something they had never come across before. However, their discovery was interrupted by a Saurian who threw a rock at the group, chasing them away; but the most important thing was that they took the crystals with them as they vanished back into the wild, save for one which dropped its treasure.
The Saurian, content with the fact that they were gone griped about apes as he went back to work. However, what was interesting to the traveler was that the one ape who dropped its crystal came back. The crystal that it had dropped fell upon a stone, allowing large cracks to form in its lattice.
With amazement it watched as the crystal began to grow from the damaged area; the ape was fascinated by this. In a moment of brilliance the furry creature grabbed a large stone and struck the crystal, shattering it. The broken pieces instantly began to regrow, much to its shock and surprise.
Before a Saurian could come back to chase it away once again, however, the ape gathered up the shards and retreated back into the jungle, surely to show the others of the strange regrowth that it had witnessed.
"Those creatures showed curiosity. Perhaps then I should bless them with the gift. But first, I must report this to my Master."
He turned, and the red gate opened before his eyes. Upon entering once more, he had the feeling that he was going to give rise to something very familiar to him... but he couldn't tell why that was.
That creature wasn't anything like him; not the way that he was now. The gate closed, welcoming him back into the time stream, and as he traveled he had no idea that he had seen the rise of those who would become like him.
He had no idea that he had just witnessed the rise of Humanity.
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Friday, August 13, 2010
Manipulator Of Time: Year One Hundred Million B.C.E.
The familiar red gate opened again upon planet, then expanded to allow the man to exit. He stepped out onto the ridge of a mountain that stood near a small valley. As the gate closed behind him, his sharp eyes spotted several green creatures; they were large and walked on four limbs, grazing on grass that was plentiful.
They seemed to be a bit on the stupid side, however; there was no organization to their movements, there was no signs of communication. For all intents and purposes, they appeared to not be sentient, much less capable of thought beyond eat, mate and run away from predators. But such was to be expected from the grazers; herbivores of such a large and impressive bulk didn't need much in the way of brains.
However, as luck would have it, they were to be the very first lifeforms on the planet to be blessed with the power of the red crystal. They would be the first part of the great plan. For when he held out his left hand, the crystal reacted with a bright red glimmer, causing the ground to shake violently.
The beasts cried out in shock, scampering away from the epicenter with all the speed their bulk afforded them as the land split open and heaved upwards; from the crack emerged a large, towering crystalline lattice that stood proudly, seemingly reaching for the sky.
The mighty structure glistened with a deep red hue, its reflected and dyed light filled the valley as the quake came to an end. The large beasts were at first afraid; but they soon became transfixed by its glow and, willingly, moved toward it. They came so close, in-fact that, in a moment of either bravery or stupidity, one touched it with its snout.
When nothing horrific happened, the others followed suit; soon, the whole herd had physically touched the crystal that stood before them. In a heart beat, then, were they covered by the unnatural red light, their bodies fully engulfed by it. It almost seemed to sink into their bodies, passing through every cell. But soon it passed and the crystal stood silently, a monument to the power of the great engine below the surface that forced it to rise.
As the man turned once more, a larger beast suddenly appeared; a carnivore of fearsome strength and power that held no fear of the simple herbivores. The bulky creatures turned their attention from the crystal to the threat at hand, but they showed no fear of it, they didn't run away even as he mighty beast attempted to attack the nearest to it.
Instead, the plant eater who would have, only minutes ago become little more than a meal fought back by turning its bulk and swinging its incredibly thick and long tail at the predator.
The gate opened once more, silently calling for the traveler to its embrace. As he entered its maw, the rest of the herbivore herd entered the fray, sweeping with their tails in a method that seemed to belay intelligence of some sort. Instead of simply swinging wildly, they recognized and actively targeted an open wound on the predators leg that had been caused when its prior meal got a little too frisky.
The gate closed as the herbivores brought the creature down, not with pure instinct but with cunning; a cunning they didn't posses before. As the mighty carnivore fell before their combined onslaught, something inside of them began to click, began to change. They realized, for the first time that they could be dangerous, and that together they could protect one another.
Not by sheer numbers or brute strength as they always had, but by concentrated efforts, by finding a weakness in a foe and exploiting it.
They would win by thinking.
They seemed to be a bit on the stupid side, however; there was no organization to their movements, there was no signs of communication. For all intents and purposes, they appeared to not be sentient, much less capable of thought beyond eat, mate and run away from predators. But such was to be expected from the grazers; herbivores of such a large and impressive bulk didn't need much in the way of brains.
However, as luck would have it, they were to be the very first lifeforms on the planet to be blessed with the power of the red crystal. They would be the first part of the great plan. For when he held out his left hand, the crystal reacted with a bright red glimmer, causing the ground to shake violently.
The beasts cried out in shock, scampering away from the epicenter with all the speed their bulk afforded them as the land split open and heaved upwards; from the crack emerged a large, towering crystalline lattice that stood proudly, seemingly reaching for the sky.
The mighty structure glistened with a deep red hue, its reflected and dyed light filled the valley as the quake came to an end. The large beasts were at first afraid; but they soon became transfixed by its glow and, willingly, moved toward it. They came so close, in-fact that, in a moment of either bravery or stupidity, one touched it with its snout.
When nothing horrific happened, the others followed suit; soon, the whole herd had physically touched the crystal that stood before them. In a heart beat, then, were they covered by the unnatural red light, their bodies fully engulfed by it. It almost seemed to sink into their bodies, passing through every cell. But soon it passed and the crystal stood silently, a monument to the power of the great engine below the surface that forced it to rise.
As the man turned once more, a larger beast suddenly appeared; a carnivore of fearsome strength and power that held no fear of the simple herbivores. The bulky creatures turned their attention from the crystal to the threat at hand, but they showed no fear of it, they didn't run away even as he mighty beast attempted to attack the nearest to it.
Instead, the plant eater who would have, only minutes ago become little more than a meal fought back by turning its bulk and swinging its incredibly thick and long tail at the predator.
The gate opened once more, silently calling for the traveler to its embrace. As he entered its maw, the rest of the herbivore herd entered the fray, sweeping with their tails in a method that seemed to belay intelligence of some sort. Instead of simply swinging wildly, they recognized and actively targeted an open wound on the predators leg that had been caused when its prior meal got a little too frisky.
The gate closed as the herbivores brought the creature down, not with pure instinct but with cunning; a cunning they didn't posses before. As the mighty carnivore fell before their combined onslaught, something inside of them began to click, began to change. They realized, for the first time that they could be dangerous, and that together they could protect one another.
Not by sheer numbers or brute strength as they always had, but by concentrated efforts, by finding a weakness in a foe and exploiting it.
They would win by thinking.
Manipulator Of Time: Year Seven Hundred Million B.C.E.
The time stream split open once more upon the planet, taking the form of a wide, red gateway. As the traveler passed beyond its threshold, the crystal in his left hand took on a deep, red, shining hue.
His smile grew wider as the gate behind him remained open; as if the stream of time was awaiting his return so that it could once more embrace him.
"Such glory."
The man mumbled as his eyes beheld the great fields of red crystal that grew out of the surface of the planet, pushing mighty slabs of stone from its path. He tried not to breathe, for the air was thick with dust and ash; it fell from the sky as though it were snow.
The source were the many volcanoes that populated the world. As they erupted they expelled the super heated gases and ash that clouded the skies, where gravity took its course and caused it to rain down. But there was something other than the normal byproduct of the planets internal workings in the skies; contained in the expelled matter were tiny, crystaline fragments.
As they fell to the surface they instantly took root in the soil, growing into the same large crystals of deep red that were springing from the deep below the ground. And as numerous crystals came closer together, as if sensing their own proximity to one another, they grew out, reaching for their neighbors.
Upon touching the crystals grew together, forming large structures. These structures then grew together, forming a vast network of interconnected crystal that dominated the surface. But even more, the crystal was dominating the planet below; for in the mantle and beyond, there was an ever growing crystal of vast proportions, ensuring a steady supply of fragments for which to be expelled from the hot spots that covered the world.
It was a haunting sight, the endless reaches of red that covered the ground as ash rained down. It almost made him doubt that any life could take root on such a world; but he knew better. Soon, the world would be lush and ripe with the flower of life.
A flower that he would tend to, a flower that he would ensure would bloom the way the Master wished it to.
He turned once more and stepped back into his gate, his smile never leaving his lips. The plan was going ahead flawlessly.
His smile grew wider as the gate behind him remained open; as if the stream of time was awaiting his return so that it could once more embrace him.
"Such glory."
The man mumbled as his eyes beheld the great fields of red crystal that grew out of the surface of the planet, pushing mighty slabs of stone from its path. He tried not to breathe, for the air was thick with dust and ash; it fell from the sky as though it were snow.
The source were the many volcanoes that populated the world. As they erupted they expelled the super heated gases and ash that clouded the skies, where gravity took its course and caused it to rain down. But there was something other than the normal byproduct of the planets internal workings in the skies; contained in the expelled matter were tiny, crystaline fragments.
As they fell to the surface they instantly took root in the soil, growing into the same large crystals of deep red that were springing from the deep below the ground. And as numerous crystals came closer together, as if sensing their own proximity to one another, they grew out, reaching for their neighbors.
Upon touching the crystals grew together, forming large structures. These structures then grew together, forming a vast network of interconnected crystal that dominated the surface. But even more, the crystal was dominating the planet below; for in the mantle and beyond, there was an ever growing crystal of vast proportions, ensuring a steady supply of fragments for which to be expelled from the hot spots that covered the world.
It was a haunting sight, the endless reaches of red that covered the ground as ash rained down. It almost made him doubt that any life could take root on such a world; but he knew better. Soon, the world would be lush and ripe with the flower of life.
A flower that he would tend to, a flower that he would ensure would bloom the way the Master wished it to.
He turned once more and stepped back into his gate, his smile never leaving his lips. The plan was going ahead flawlessly.
Manipulator Of Time: Year One Billion B.C.E.
A red temporal gate came into existence, and as it fully opened the same man stepped out, his feet coming into contact with solid rock. His dark hair waved with a passing breeze as the gateway closed, eyes fixed upon the sight of an open lava pit before him; he stood upon the lip of an activate volcano. He took a deep breath, which only spawned a coughing fit a moment later; clearly the air wasn't very fit for land based life yet. The oxygen much too thin, and he knew then that he would have to work quickly, lest his death were to come and the plan be foiled.
He moved closer to the churning open pit of molten rock, halting only when he came to the very edge. His skin reacted as best it could to the heat; he began to sweat. It was an ineffective and poor means to cool himself when faced with a force of nature beyond what his evolutionary form was meant to handle for long periods of time, but it was all his body could offer him.
Holding up his hand he revealed to the world a shard of red crystal, a substance that was completely and utterly alien to the planet. Even so, it would, in the vast stretches of time that would follow, become not only a sought after material, but also the symbol of a royal line that would not be broken for nearly the whole of Humanities existence.
With his other hand rising to the occasion he gripped the alien crystalline structure, hands on the extremes ends. With a swift motion he snapped the crystal in twain, only to pull the two halves apart. From the ragged, broken edges of the break, new crystal began to grow; soon, there were two crystals, the same size as the original.
One became two, just as his Master had told him.
"With this, my Master's plan will find its foundation. This planet shall be seeded with the stone that will forever push it toward evolution."
He spoke, as if announcing to the lifeless surface that its very future was to be shaped for the use of another, alien form.
Quickly, he cast the crystal in his right hand into the molten rock that filled the volcano; his eyes watched it slowly sink, into the depths of blistering hot magma. Moments later, he turned and began to walk back to where he first entered this time period, then raised his left hand, lifting the crystal in it.
As if on cue, the red portal opened for him; it was as though the crystal compelled time to rip open and allow him passage between its many twists and turns.
Upon entering the gate, he could not help but smile; he had built to foundation, and the future his Master desired would be built upon it.
He would see to that.
He moved closer to the churning open pit of molten rock, halting only when he came to the very edge. His skin reacted as best it could to the heat; he began to sweat. It was an ineffective and poor means to cool himself when faced with a force of nature beyond what his evolutionary form was meant to handle for long periods of time, but it was all his body could offer him.
Holding up his hand he revealed to the world a shard of red crystal, a substance that was completely and utterly alien to the planet. Even so, it would, in the vast stretches of time that would follow, become not only a sought after material, but also the symbol of a royal line that would not be broken for nearly the whole of Humanities existence.
With his other hand rising to the occasion he gripped the alien crystalline structure, hands on the extremes ends. With a swift motion he snapped the crystal in twain, only to pull the two halves apart. From the ragged, broken edges of the break, new crystal began to grow; soon, there were two crystals, the same size as the original.
One became two, just as his Master had told him.
"With this, my Master's plan will find its foundation. This planet shall be seeded with the stone that will forever push it toward evolution."
He spoke, as if announcing to the lifeless surface that its very future was to be shaped for the use of another, alien form.
Quickly, he cast the crystal in his right hand into the molten rock that filled the volcano; his eyes watched it slowly sink, into the depths of blistering hot magma. Moments later, he turned and began to walk back to where he first entered this time period, then raised his left hand, lifting the crystal in it.
As if on cue, the red portal opened for him; it was as though the crystal compelled time to rip open and allow him passage between its many twists and turns.
Upon entering the gate, he could not help but smile; he had built to foundation, and the future his Master desired would be built upon it.
He would see to that.
Manipulator Of Time: The Server And The Served
The air was stagnant and heavy, there was no light at all. In the unknown vastness of the dark stood a being, and before it was another that towered above the first. The smaller one stood in silence, eyes staring through the darkness to the one who had given him life, the one who was his father and Master.
He bowed his head and knelled before the towering creature, hands clasped together in a praying fashion. It was as though he was offering his worship.
"The timeline."
The smaller one mumbled softly to himself as he continued to seemingly pray to the towering figure. The rasping sound of breath could be heard; it was so loud that it was nearly deafening. And yet the smaller one still prayed, still worshiped the figure he could not possibly see, yet seemed to see nonetheless.
"Yes, I understand. The timeline must be secured for your continued glory."
He spoke to himself, even as his words were drowned out by the rasping breathing. He suddenly broke his praying stance and rose to his feet, hand held out as though to take something from the darkness. A moment later the muscles in his hand clenched as if to support something heavy, and he looked up to the towering figure, to the one who was rasping so loudly. His head moved in a nodding fashion, as if to confirm something.
"Your will shall be done, my Master. I will allow none to get in the way of your glorious plans."
The smaller figure turned and began to walk, his eyes staring ahead into the darkness. He walked with ease, as though he knew exactly where he was going even though it was pitch black. And once he reached a certain point, a disturbance came into being; a pale red light came into existence.
In a matter of moments it grew brighter, it grew larger... and then it opened; a temporal gateway. The bright, fire red color illuminated the smaller figure, it played on his features like a candle. He was Human in every physical sense; from the number of limbs down to the fine hairs on the back of his neck that stood on end as he approached the gateway which would send him through time. In his hand he carried a precious cargo, something that would alter the fate of so many.
As he stepped through the passage, the light danced across the walls of the chamber that he was once in, exposing the ragged curves and twisting contours before reaching the towering figure whom he called his Master.
Four great, green tubules and two lesser ones connected its body and armored head to the walls, two great arms stretched out while two lesser clenched the two smaller tubules that were connected to its head. Plates on its mouth and torso moved as it took in raspy breaths, and a single great eye watched the gate as it slowly began to close behind the man who did its bidding.
The Master's plan was being set into motion at the hands of the Manipulator of Time; the planet that the Master resided and fed on would be altered in ways its coming inhabitants would never realize.
He bowed his head and knelled before the towering creature, hands clasped together in a praying fashion. It was as though he was offering his worship.
"The timeline."
The smaller one mumbled softly to himself as he continued to seemingly pray to the towering figure. The rasping sound of breath could be heard; it was so loud that it was nearly deafening. And yet the smaller one still prayed, still worshiped the figure he could not possibly see, yet seemed to see nonetheless.
"Yes, I understand. The timeline must be secured for your continued glory."
He spoke to himself, even as his words were drowned out by the rasping breathing. He suddenly broke his praying stance and rose to his feet, hand held out as though to take something from the darkness. A moment later the muscles in his hand clenched as if to support something heavy, and he looked up to the towering figure, to the one who was rasping so loudly. His head moved in a nodding fashion, as if to confirm something.
"Your will shall be done, my Master. I will allow none to get in the way of your glorious plans."
The smaller figure turned and began to walk, his eyes staring ahead into the darkness. He walked with ease, as though he knew exactly where he was going even though it was pitch black. And once he reached a certain point, a disturbance came into being; a pale red light came into existence.
In a matter of moments it grew brighter, it grew larger... and then it opened; a temporal gateway. The bright, fire red color illuminated the smaller figure, it played on his features like a candle. He was Human in every physical sense; from the number of limbs down to the fine hairs on the back of his neck that stood on end as he approached the gateway which would send him through time. In his hand he carried a precious cargo, something that would alter the fate of so many.
As he stepped through the passage, the light danced across the walls of the chamber that he was once in, exposing the ragged curves and twisting contours before reaching the towering figure whom he called his Master.
Four great, green tubules and two lesser ones connected its body and armored head to the walls, two great arms stretched out while two lesser clenched the two smaller tubules that were connected to its head. Plates on its mouth and torso moved as it took in raspy breaths, and a single great eye watched the gate as it slowly began to close behind the man who did its bidding.
The Master's plan was being set into motion at the hands of the Manipulator of Time; the planet that the Master resided and fed on would be altered in ways its coming inhabitants would never realize.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Madness Of Love
With her arms bound to her bed's headboard she was all but helpless against his advances. He flipped her small frame over before forcing her delicate chest against the mattress, her face buried into her pillow to ensure that any stray screams would be muffled. Laying his hands upon her small yet still shapely hips he pulled her lower body off the bed, forcing her into a prone position where she sat on her knees and her lovely little ass thrust proudly into the air.
Licking his lips he nearly began removing what little in the way of clothing she had on her body, but he stopped in his tracks. He was sure that she was frightened by all of this, surely she was confused, mind racing with horrible thoughts as to what pain he would inflict, what terrors he would cause her after he had his way with her beautiful body.
Taking a deep breath he reached out with a gloved hand and, slowly, he began to stroke her long blue hair, which was always worn down when she was to sleep; but this time it was messy and unkempt, caused by what little struggle she put up before he overpowered her.
He tried to calm her, petting her like he would a cat... but he knew it wasn't enough. He leaned forward after a few moments and, softly, he kissed her bear neck; she shivered at that moment. Lifting his lips to her ear, he spoke to her in a soft and calm tone;
"You must forgive me for this, Schala, but our time together is running short and this was likely the only time I could ever do this. You may not believe it, and you may not think it possible, but the truth is that I love you. I always have loved you... and I always will.
I've thought about only you for countless nights; it was the only thing that kept me going at times. Day after day, week after week, year after year. I knew just how lonely you were because of the way your mother changed so drastically, from a loving woman to a distant and obsessed woman. And as I thought more of you, all alone, isolated from you mother and all those in the Kingdom the more I wished to be with you again... to make sure you would never want for attention or love.
But even before I couldn't be near you, I couldn't show my love for you... I was trusted only so far, I couldn't be with you for more than a few minutes at a time before being pushed away. So you must understand that while I didn't want it to end like this, while I didn't want it like this, I've been driven to it.
This is my chance... my only chance to make you understand my love.
Please don't worry, Schala, and please don't be scared. I'll be so very gentle with your body, I'll show you pleasures that you never thought existed. I'll make you see how special you are to me, and you'll see that in the end this will only serve to bring us closer together.
In the end, you'll see that you don't have to be alone."
To her it was nothing more than the ramblings of a clearly insane man; and in a sense she was right. Ater all, he clearly wasn't in the best of mental health... but little did she know, nor could she ever be expected to understand that the one she had come to know as the Prophet was in actuality Janus, her younger brother whom was exiled through a Temporal Gate by Lavos and grew up to become Magus, the most feared Wizard in the year A.D. 600.
Licking his lips he nearly began removing what little in the way of clothing she had on her body, but he stopped in his tracks. He was sure that she was frightened by all of this, surely she was confused, mind racing with horrible thoughts as to what pain he would inflict, what terrors he would cause her after he had his way with her beautiful body.
Taking a deep breath he reached out with a gloved hand and, slowly, he began to stroke her long blue hair, which was always worn down when she was to sleep; but this time it was messy and unkempt, caused by what little struggle she put up before he overpowered her.
He tried to calm her, petting her like he would a cat... but he knew it wasn't enough. He leaned forward after a few moments and, softly, he kissed her bear neck; she shivered at that moment. Lifting his lips to her ear, he spoke to her in a soft and calm tone;
"You must forgive me for this, Schala, but our time together is running short and this was likely the only time I could ever do this. You may not believe it, and you may not think it possible, but the truth is that I love you. I always have loved you... and I always will.
I've thought about only you for countless nights; it was the only thing that kept me going at times. Day after day, week after week, year after year. I knew just how lonely you were because of the way your mother changed so drastically, from a loving woman to a distant and obsessed woman. And as I thought more of you, all alone, isolated from you mother and all those in the Kingdom the more I wished to be with you again... to make sure you would never want for attention or love.
But even before I couldn't be near you, I couldn't show my love for you... I was trusted only so far, I couldn't be with you for more than a few minutes at a time before being pushed away. So you must understand that while I didn't want it to end like this, while I didn't want it like this, I've been driven to it.
This is my chance... my only chance to make you understand my love.
Please don't worry, Schala, and please don't be scared. I'll be so very gentle with your body, I'll show you pleasures that you never thought existed. I'll make you see how special you are to me, and you'll see that in the end this will only serve to bring us closer together.
In the end, you'll see that you don't have to be alone."
To her it was nothing more than the ramblings of a clearly insane man; and in a sense she was right. Ater all, he clearly wasn't in the best of mental health... but little did she know, nor could she ever be expected to understand that the one she had come to know as the Prophet was in actuality Janus, her younger brother whom was exiled through a Temporal Gate by Lavos and grew up to become Magus, the most feared Wizard in the year A.D. 600.
Wanton Queen: Part II
They'd come a long way in a short span of time, but that wasn't surprising given the fact that he knew exactly where they were going. He had ascended these stairs and walked these hallways before, when he was first in this time period looking for Marle. But what he didn't expect was the sheer number of guards standing at attention as their Queen walked by.
But then again it seemed perfectly reasonable; they were at war and the enemy was trying to force their way through the very last line of defense that stood between their forces and a defenseless Kingdom. The moment they broke through, instead of rampaging through the villages they would of course make their way to the palace, to take the head of the King.
With the King dead the Kingdom would fall apart... be it a Kingdom or a person, when the head was cut off the rest of the mass collapsed with ease.
And in such an event the King and Queen would seek refuge in their chambers, which were at the highest possible points of the structure, well out range of all possible attack save for actually breeching the gates and storming inside.
As he walked past the armed and armored guards his eyes inspected them; they were all men of varying ages, ranging from his own age to men who looked to be as old as his father, and those even older. But even as he looked them over he noticed a pattern in their gazes, in the way they stood. They seemed distracted by something, their attention waning slightly as their queen walked close to and past them.
Their eyes... they were darting toward her and then away, as though to sneak a look at her before trying to regain their combat ready focus. It was quick at times, slow at others; but they all darted away when she came close enough to notice, as though to ensure that she didn't realize that they were looking at her.
But as he thought back, the guards in the throne room were doing the same exact thing when they had a clear view of her royal highness.
A few moments later, it came to him, he almost wanted to kick himself for being such a fool. How could he have not have thought of it until now, even though he too had fallen pray to the same thing that they all were...
The long, flowing white dress that Queen Leene wore had an extremely low cut neckline stopping just above her breasts, giving one and all a very clear view of her cleavage. And if she were to bend over... well, whoever was lucky enough to see such a sight would not soon forget it.
If that weren't enough the torso of her dress clung to her firm and slender body, as if the fabric was literally poured over her and formed into cloth. Pressed together to give her that fantastic cleavage that she so boldly displayed her large, milky white breasts moved and acted as though they were uncovered and bare. For every step she took they swayed and bounced... and on the cooler days her nipples, hard and erect could be seen, furthering a display that some would call lewd and obscene.
She gave her loyal subjects quite the show as they walked by; and he cursed them for their great luck. He cursed them because he was stuck behind her, and there the view isn't that great. For even though he was quite sure that she had a fantastic rump and he has a prize winning view of her swaying hips that she used to full effect, her dress was an enemy rather than an ally. Unlike her torso and chest everything below her hips was loose and frilly, devoid of anything that could show definition.
In effect he was given the worst seat in the house to the show she was giving, and this upset him greatly.
But then again it seemed perfectly reasonable; they were at war and the enemy was trying to force their way through the very last line of defense that stood between their forces and a defenseless Kingdom. The moment they broke through, instead of rampaging through the villages they would of course make their way to the palace, to take the head of the King.
With the King dead the Kingdom would fall apart... be it a Kingdom or a person, when the head was cut off the rest of the mass collapsed with ease.
And in such an event the King and Queen would seek refuge in their chambers, which were at the highest possible points of the structure, well out range of all possible attack save for actually breeching the gates and storming inside.
As he walked past the armed and armored guards his eyes inspected them; they were all men of varying ages, ranging from his own age to men who looked to be as old as his father, and those even older. But even as he looked them over he noticed a pattern in their gazes, in the way they stood. They seemed distracted by something, their attention waning slightly as their queen walked close to and past them.
Their eyes... they were darting toward her and then away, as though to sneak a look at her before trying to regain their combat ready focus. It was quick at times, slow at others; but they all darted away when she came close enough to notice, as though to ensure that she didn't realize that they were looking at her.
But as he thought back, the guards in the throne room were doing the same exact thing when they had a clear view of her royal highness.
A few moments later, it came to him, he almost wanted to kick himself for being such a fool. How could he have not have thought of it until now, even though he too had fallen pray to the same thing that they all were...
The long, flowing white dress that Queen Leene wore had an extremely low cut neckline stopping just above her breasts, giving one and all a very clear view of her cleavage. And if she were to bend over... well, whoever was lucky enough to see such a sight would not soon forget it.
If that weren't enough the torso of her dress clung to her firm and slender body, as if the fabric was literally poured over her and formed into cloth. Pressed together to give her that fantastic cleavage that she so boldly displayed her large, milky white breasts moved and acted as though they were uncovered and bare. For every step she took they swayed and bounced... and on the cooler days her nipples, hard and erect could be seen, furthering a display that some would call lewd and obscene.
She gave her loyal subjects quite the show as they walked by; and he cursed them for their great luck. He cursed them because he was stuck behind her, and there the view isn't that great. For even though he was quite sure that she had a fantastic rump and he has a prize winning view of her swaying hips that she used to full effect, her dress was an enemy rather than an ally. Unlike her torso and chest everything below her hips was loose and frilly, devoid of anything that could show definition.
In effect he was given the worst seat in the house to the show she was giving, and this upset him greatly.
Wanton Queen: Part I
Another time, another place... the year A.D. 600. They had been there before out of pure necessity due to an accident which sent a girl named Marle through time.
However some would call it fate, for during that time they uncovered the plot of the foul Demon Yakra, whom desired the throne of the Kingdom of Guadria in which they resided 400 years in the future. Befriended by a rather odd fellow; a Humanoid shaped and talking, sword wielding frog who actually went by the name of Frog, they saved the kidnapped Queen Leene thereby restoring the normal flow of time to the period and saving who they would later know as Princess Nadia, part of the ruling family of their own time.
Much time had passed for the small group, many adventures and battles had come and gone. The little band of warriors found themselves back in the year A.D. 600 during a time of ever increasing desperation for the Kingdom of Guardia. The war against the great Magus, leader of the beasts who were known as Mystics had flared up; and they were on the offensive. Their forces, lead by General Ozzie tried to take the newly rebuilt Zenan Bridge.
Without that the Kingdom would be bottlenecked, their main route of supply cut off.
Once again fate had stepped in; the band of warriors once more came to the King's aid. They agreed to help hold the front line and by doing so ensuring the safety of their timeline.
However, before their little band could go off to the front lines, Queen Leene herself had asked to see Crono, the redheaded swordsman and leader; the man who charged to her aid when she was literally in the claws of Yarka, alone in her private chambers. Leaving the others to be with the King to get what details they could and thinking nothing strange about it, Crono went along with the Queen, making their way to the upper Eastern Wing of the palace.
However some would call it fate, for during that time they uncovered the plot of the foul Demon Yakra, whom desired the throne of the Kingdom of Guadria in which they resided 400 years in the future. Befriended by a rather odd fellow; a Humanoid shaped and talking, sword wielding frog who actually went by the name of Frog, they saved the kidnapped Queen Leene thereby restoring the normal flow of time to the period and saving who they would later know as Princess Nadia, part of the ruling family of their own time.
Much time had passed for the small group, many adventures and battles had come and gone. The little band of warriors found themselves back in the year A.D. 600 during a time of ever increasing desperation for the Kingdom of Guardia. The war against the great Magus, leader of the beasts who were known as Mystics had flared up; and they were on the offensive. Their forces, lead by General Ozzie tried to take the newly rebuilt Zenan Bridge.
Without that the Kingdom would be bottlenecked, their main route of supply cut off.
Once again fate had stepped in; the band of warriors once more came to the King's aid. They agreed to help hold the front line and by doing so ensuring the safety of their timeline.
However, before their little band could go off to the front lines, Queen Leene herself had asked to see Crono, the redheaded swordsman and leader; the man who charged to her aid when she was literally in the claws of Yarka, alone in her private chambers. Leaving the others to be with the King to get what details they could and thinking nothing strange about it, Crono went along with the Queen, making their way to the upper Eastern Wing of the palace.
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