True story of the Queen

The fight was over and only bloody moon was still alive on the sky watching over the falling world. The ground was covered by all but corpses. Heroes of both sides, monsters and summons were equal. They were dead. The world has gone through another of great battles that once and hopefully forever change its destiny. 


She looked around but all she could see was death. The army summoned to help her accomplish her task was crushed. There was no single warrior or mage to guard the world of her beliefs. There was nothing to live for.
She failed.

Her crimson eyes were getting dim, eyelids falling slowly, trapping her eternal soul. Her body once beautiful was now all torn and wrecked. The peace has come, now she was free.
Although she failed in destroying the unnamed, she succeeded in closing gates, but she had no way of knowing that. Her world was safe... for now.
Time has passed, only the moon stayed the same. Most have forgotten the unnamed threat that almost destroyed the world.
Most have forgotten commitment of Pagan heroes.
Most have forgotten her, the Lady who saved the Earth.
But the time has come, that all will remember, all will be reminded in the hour of chaos. The unnamed again is preparing to conquer the world and again she is the only one who can possibly oppose it.
Azahiel was his name. He was one of not many who survived, he was the only one who understood. He was waiting many centuries, searching and hoping. Now it seemed the time to be coming. He just has to find her again. When the battle was over he was trying to find her body, but it could not be found.

 
He remembers Earth crying when she died. He remembers Moon bleeding but he also remembers wind singing. This song could be heard long time after but every time it carried the same meaning: 

"Our Mistress has died 

But her soul will live 

Her body has vanquish 

Her power will grow 

One day will come 

She will stand again 

Our Mistress has died 

Soon she will live again" 

That was the reason for his hope to live, he trust the wind, cause that's her servant and master. Today however the wind sang differently, today it sang for him 

"Go west to where we go 

find her new home" 

There she was… it can not be… she died so long ago, but here her body is… 

"Our Mistress has died 

Soon she will live again" 

When he came closer the spell has fade, she was there but dead as hell. Suddenly all the world went silent, waiting. He came closer, put his things down. He grasp his staff and started his spell. He called for God of Wind to give him power, He called for God of Blood to give her flash and when the answer came he resurrected her. The world cried. The eternal force of Pagans was alive again. The Queen has risen. The task is open again.
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"I have came again... and want to change this realm"