shadows kiss

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The witch queen stood on the highest battlement of her fortress, the cold wind whipping around her like a war banner. Around her, the clang of steel against steel and the crackle of magic filled the air. Her soldiers, fierce and determined, trained under her watchful eye—women and men whose strength was matched only by their loyalty. Spells of fire and ice danced at their fingertips, enchantments wove into the very stones of the castle, and every breath was a promise: they would not let Zalria remain captive any longer.

Her heart ached with the weight of a mother's love, fierce and relentless. Zalria, her daughter, was trapped deep beneath the earth in the House of the Fallen, chained and slowly drained of her powers. The queen's eyes, fierce and burning, scanned the horizon. This war would be different. This war would not wait for mercy.

With a sharp motion, she summoned a raven, its feathers shimmering with dark magic. "Fly," she commanded, her voice both a warning and a curse. "Tell them to release Zalria, or prepare to face our wrath."

You're majesty, I don't think what we are doing is right, fighting a war we have not prepared for the house of the fallen is no small feat, I heard from one of my spies that they have over a nine thousand men plus three fully grown dragon both ice and fire, the queens master of whispers said with his head lowered respectful.

Are you scared lord varies, the queen eyes turning sharply full of distain.

Of course not I'm just worried about the safety of your people, if this war goes through without the demons help, I doubt if we would last for a day ,lord varies suggested hoping she would change her mind.

The queen signed, she was torn between her loyalty to her people and her love for her only child, so what would you have me do Lord varies the queen said in utter confusion.

They have dragons we have spell your majesty, even tho we manage to kill them it would be abominable as dragon are considered Gods, I suggest we leave zalria let's test her strength and her ability to survive on her own. lord varies concluded quickly leaving the room.

She my daughter, my heir and I would burn the world for her ,she screamed loudly, the walls echoed and shook visible. The queen decision was final, war they want war they would get if they weren't willing to compromise so was she..

Back at the demon realm...

Screams of pain echoed through the walls.

Lyrien mother paced around the room wincing in pain, blood dripping out of her legs she was in labor again for the fourth time she had lost all her baby after she had lyrien.

Let us help you please you're majesty, the mid wives pleaded but she refused, no one knows why she always refused help during labor since she had lyrien.

The miester was worried because the baby wasn't coming out and she was refusing help, summon the chief one of the miester said to the midwife who left hurriedly.

You're majesty the queen is refusing help and the baby isn't forth coming, the midwife explained trying to keep up the with the chiefs pace as he hurried into her chambers.

One of the miester whispered to him slowly but steady. There is a way we could get the child out of her but we cannot guarantee her survival.

The chief face twisted in grief he needed this child, he wasn't sure if lyrien was alive, he needed an heir even if it's at the cost of his own wife, the chief said with his head raised high."do what you must."