Queen Rose Of Arania
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Title: Queen Rose of Arania
Author: Dark Rose of L@M
Back in the olde ages of lore, there lived a kingdom dwelled only by elves. These elves called their land Arania and they prospered there beyond imagination. Their queen was Queen Rose, and their king had died of sickness. She worked hard to keep the civilization thriving and doing well.
The way she saw it, she'd keep this beautiful kingdom thriving as long as she lived and take steps for the future that way it was in good hands even when she had left for eternity. Queen Rose had not a clue of what would soon come to her though.
They had made a truce with a human king, King Rupert III. They would split the land and never invade another's with permanent dwelling intentions. It didn't work so well though. The kiniving backstabbing king was not about to let the elven kingdom stand in the way or his thirst for power. He was power hungry and as determined as anybody could ever be.
He was going to take it over bit by bit, no matter how hard it was going to get. This king wanted to own all the land. All the land he could possibly own, that man was determined he was going to have it.
Queen Rose only got news about four months after the men had started their rein of terror. They weren't giving up though, and the human race didn't intend to either.
Rupert III had set his troops to take no prisoners...to use a total war strategy. Kill everyone and burn everything of any value to the elves that you see. And that he did. The men went in and destroyed everything and everyone in their path. Nobody knew what would happen.
The elves started building up an army. The Queen had stated in the document that by signing it, he vowed never to do anything that would hurt the elves.
The humans didn't listen though and the elves weren't about to give second chances. They went in and destroyed the entire human settlement that was on their side of the kingdom. The one who was in the front lines? The queen. The king wasn't even anywhere near his men, yet the queen of the elves was right beside them.
She went in and did the same thing they had done to her kingdom, and did it to theirs. There was a layer of ash on the ground everywhere you went with the villages. But they never did kill the people. They didn't kill a soul. They showed kindness to the individual people...as long as they would listen to the story and help them regain what they had lost. By the time they had reached the castle, there were millions of elves and humans gathered outside of the castle.
He told the guards to keep them out, but there were way to many. Queen Rose went in there by herself, as she shoved all guards aside. She stepped in front of the panic stricken King Rupert III and stood there, expressionless. He asked her why she was doing this. "Because you are selfish. You do what's right for yourself, yet the only thing you care about the people for is taxes."she said simply. The man saw her hand on the hilt of the sword.
He had fear running through him and he felt like a cornered mouse being looked at by a large and hungry stray cat.
Rose whipped out her sword and there was a sound of cutting. The King looked up with fear in his eyes but saw that the only thing she had done was slice the curtains, leaving an A shaped cut.
"Never do this to Arania again, and we shall spare you. Let your power hungry ways over come the worries for the wellfare of the people. Go ahead and do that, and you will not live to see another day.
Because of your selfishness, you have caused that for many well meaning and honest beings. You are a true disgrace Rupert."she said as she quietly walked out side, mounted her horse, and led the rest of her people back home.
King Rupert finished his term as king that year, and allowed his son the throne. His son ruled well, and the people lived happily. Best of all though, Arania was never harmed again.