As the two ran towards the human capital, the young queen of this age, Sylvia Fortrend, sat upon her throne, unaware of what was approaching her kingdom. Though young, her wisdom was known throughout the land. She was fair, believing all had a right to something. Farmers wanted more land, soldiers wanted more money, and Sylvia seemed to have a way to either give them what they needed, or to make them stop talking. She had ebony black hair, adorned with small opals from the Montalemian ountians, with bright green eyes and alabastor skin. She wore robes, but her old princess one, trimmed with pink. She complained the queen's robes made her "feel old".
'Of course, we'll investigate, my friend,' she said to the peasant, and he left, smiling to himself. Sylvia turned to her guard and nodded. Quickly, he left, intent on investigating the lake and why tthe ducks were no longer there.
'Milady!' a voice rang through the throne room, and the commander of the guard marched in, 'Olduiin has been sighted. He is approaching as we-'
He was cut off as a gutteral roar was heard from outide. Sylvia looked out the window, and saw Olduiin, red and nightmarish, attacking her people. INNI|OCENT people.
'I want everyone evacuated or underground excet those who can fight. Anyone who can fire a bow or swing a sword'
As she said this, she took her family' blade from a glass case.
'What are you waiting for, go!'