Do As The Queen Could Not.

I orginally wrote this for another challenge but I think it applies to this one even better...

It was a classic case of Romeo and Juiliet. You, a dark ruler of an evil force of the opposing that I rule. Queen of the " Voverat Redimere a Terra..." The Land of the Redeemable and yet my dark desires still set upon the villian of my story. Our families had been feuding since the beginning of time. Since the beginning of good and evil.

I knew of you but barley through the tells my parents told me of yours. I remember the first night I met you, I hated your family, for they ended both of my parents life with the same sword your father wears dangling around his waste. We met at the trancending ceremony. I was to transcend to the throne as the firstborn did every 55 years. You, on that same day, transcended to the opposing force. I recieve the white crown and you the black, with the different encryptions enbedded in the magic within to keep both kingdoms substainable.

After the ceremony was the feast. The one night that the light and the dark collided to celebrate in harmony. We sat side-by-side, though in spite of my hatred of your kind, I toasted to you, to us, to our newfound leadership within our seperated kindoms. You told me, looking me in my eye that you were not your parents. You touched my cheek and vowed to make things right. I made no sense of your intentions.

You killed your parents a week later by the same sword. You came by horse to my kingdom. You presented the sword as a peace offering. I believed you. We broke and burned the sword in a ritual. I asked you why you were changing the feud now. "My whole life my choices,my morals have been chosen for me. I am painted this bastardly monster in which my parents wanted my to follow in their footsteps. I am not evil such as my parents were. Take this as a peace offering," he grasp both my hands into his, "From the time I seen your beautiful face so elegantly scared of ruling at the transcending ritual, I knew that it was up to me to make a difference. To change the paths our parents force upon us. " I engulfed him in my graps, holding him tight. He was now my friend.

Months and years past, our friendship evolved into romance. And oh, were we good at it. We eventually, after long hard consideration, we decided to publicise that we were most intertwined with one another. Though most people may not approved of the dark king loving the light queen, for they began to believe his evil would influence a darker path for my reign. They failed to see that he was a good man.

1 year, 6 months and 6 days after we went to public he proposed. The ring was the most beautiful item ever to pass my sight. It was half white, half black, but not completley separate, in the middle was a infusion of both the angelic look and the devilish look with a mixture of the colors. The ring laced with the finest diamonds in all of the land. In the center, our symbols that represented the different kingdoms were combine to make the mark of a new kingdom that was neither light nor dark, but both. Once we wed our kindgoms intertwined with one another, though of course over time. So we now sat side-by-side yet again. We were happy, we were united, you fulfilled a better man that any of your sireline. You were truly good or so I thought.

A disease swept the land. It was utmost excruciating, it would bleed your from your eyes and and and make you choke upon your own blood until you died. 7 years after our wed, you stabbed me. Truth be told, it was by the same blade that killed my parents and yours. I found you had kept the tip and formed it into a dagger. You set it up so that I would put the appereace of an dead, diseased ridden woman. You sick bastard only used me to gain power. You united our kingdoms, only to rid me gone and control all good and evil contained in the world. I had trusted you. I loved you, and you had loved me I could have swore it. But you.. are far worse than any evil in this world, and now you had full reign of it all, and our kingdom, my kingdom, the people of the redeemed would suffer. I wouldn't even wish the people of the damed upon your reign. Though those people don't know it, but the loss of their queen, would be the start of an uncontrollable evil this world has ever known.

A prophecy I read in my youth, I recall states, "All of the good in the world will perish when dark is to be trusted. End to dark will come only when good rids itself of evil. Then, will only good walk the soils of land, those who remain will live eternally without fear or dark or evil, ever." I believed it. It came to me in almost a flashback. I asked my mother at the age of 5 what it had meant. She told me the kind of the dammed wasn't never to be trusted, and we shall rid them one way or another, so hopefully we shall live in peace. Me, at the age never thought twice about it. But now, it was unfolding right infront of my dead and decieved eyes.

So I say as a riddance to my people:

I am truly sorry. I failed you as queen. I failed to protect you. I intrust this duty

to you all to bring the devil to his knees and slaughter him as though he

slaughtered me. You are my angels, my protectors, that you sought to protect

me, your queen, and I to you, but now, you must save us all. Don't let your

queen die in vien. Do as the queen could not.