The Witch's Curse
British Empire
The war is over.
The dragon, which disappeared from the sight of the King, was apparently completing a mission to wipe out the last darkness that struck the continent. The destruction of Witch Maxi leaves a variety of black magic fog that can not be lost just like that.
'Groaaaaaarrr'
The dragon that flew with elegance and valiant, spewing out blue flames to burn away all the remaining magical creatures.
"AWAS! TAKE COVER!!" paladin shouted at the knights. He did not yet know that the Dragon was an ally, not an enemy.
"Calm down, Knight. I'm not your enemy. I'm just burning the remaining magic creatures" the Dragon said softly.
The knights who were at war and very tired, looked amazed at the miracle that was happening at the end of their battle.
"Is the Witch dead?" ask the Holy Commander to the Dragon.
"Yes, right. The king also survived" replied the Dragon.
"Thank God," the Commander hissed with a relieved look on his face. Smile between his tired face. Paladin, who heard from the Dragon, immediately shouted it at the troops.
"THE WITCH IS DEAD! WE WON!!"
Paladin's shout echoed among the chaos that had subsided.
"THE WITCH IS DEAD! WE WON!!"
"THE WITCH IS DEAD! WE WON!!"
"LIVE CORDOVAN!!"
"LIVE ELSAVADOR!!"
"LIVE SALVAS!!"
"LIVE ARAZON!!!"
The screeches of victory echoed in disdain. The black fog that had originally gathered and darkened among the magic creatures, vanished, along with the monsters they had painstakingly defeated.
No more looks the emergence of monsters that always reproduce endlessly. They were burned to death, and just walked out with black ash. The witch's curse has disappeared, the black magic has faded. The darkness that was originally dominant, was now replaced with the light of beauty from the beautiful and enchanting nature of the continent. The land of Cordovan still looks dazzling even though it has been destroyed. The situation after the war was heartbreaking. Many knights were killed, with corpses mixed with the carcasses of monsters. The scars of the battle also did not disappear just like that, the fumes that faded little by little, plus the smell of blood rancid, making the atmosphere of victory still filled with bitter feelings and misgivings.
"Thank God, it's all over" said the Platoon Commander then sat limp, after squeezing his energy and strength to crush the enemies.
The remains of wounded soldiers and survivors from various kingdoms seemed to gather as per the banner of their troops. They were stranded in the midst of destruction, exhausted, but full of hope for a glorious future, after winning the battle.
"Teacher! Gather in accordance with their respective countries, "The King's orders from behind the ruined castle. The presence of the King added to the spirit of the soldiers who had struggled to fight on the battlefield. Quickly, the King gave direction and encouragement to the knights who had fought desperately and survived the menacing death. His stern face, depicting the satisfaction of the victory that had been grasped. However, it cannot be denied, the King also grieved over the losses they suffered due to this war. Land, buildings, and lives have been greatly reduced. This victory is not worth celebrating in excess.
"LIVE KING CORDOVAN!"
"LIVE KING CORDOVAN!"
"LIVE KING CORDOVAN!"
The knights had gathered according to their respective countries. King Cordovan then invited the Kings to have an urgent discussion. The kings of the four kingdoms of the British Continent, gathered and discussed something important, about the continuity of the alliance.
In the midst of the discussion they were trying to do, a magic mist appeared in the air, sweeping away all the chaos.
"That's the Dragon!"
"God! So big!"
"That's so lovely!!"
The dragon stomped its feet with slow and majestic steps. His presence was calming the mood. He flew back, and began flapping his wings to initiate recovery magic. Magic is what then makes the ruined castles of Cordovan can be returned intact, as well as the land and crops that are ravaged can be reunited beautifully.
The Witch's curse was also destroyed, with the end of the darkness of black magic. No longer does the witch veil that enveloped Cordovan, even with the land around the southern continent-Arazon, Gene Island also included. All the desolation and destruction was restored with the magic magic of the Golden Dragon that rose again after being asleep for a thousand years.
Everyone squealed in joy at the miracle they witnessed. Although the Dragon could not resurrect their dead comrades, however, the recovery of the land and the loss of the curse made the future of the kingdom bright and resplendent. No one thought this day would happen. The forefathers' prediction of the end of suffering, even over a long period of time, was finally realized. The knights and the populace were delighted with the victory and also the great blessing obtained from this day forward.
"LIVE THE DRAGON!!"
"LIVE THE DRAGON!!"
"LIVE THE DRAGON!!"
The dragon smiled hearing his name being hailed by the knights. He flew low, and approached the King.
"Give me your blessing, Your Majesty. Then I will return to being human" said the Dragon who felt he had completed his mission. He now laid his head on the ground, and asked for a blessing from King Cordovan. The King did not understand the meaning of the Dragon's words.
"Hurry up,"
"alright. I give you the blessing of Cordovan, O my Great Friend. Thank you for your hard work and help," said the King as if he was making a knight.
"Thank you, my King,"
Amidst the crowd, the Dragon emitted a dazzling yellow radiance. The big and majestic figure, then disappeared, and became a beautiful woman who was well known by King Markian.
"Isanna??"
"Yes, King. I'm Isyana, your wife,"
"Oh! Really it??"
"Yes, Your Majesty,"
The king rushed towards his wife with a feeling of joy. He did not expect, that, all this time, his fighting partner was the wife he considered dead.
"How can you be a dragon, Isyana?"
"Over the story, Your Majesty, you'll soon find out from the Supreme Counselor,"
King Markian did not care much about the facts. He will only enjoy a moment of togetherness with his wife without thinking about anything. Isyana would not know how empty Markian lives without his presence.
"Why am I your wife, by the way? Looks like we haven't had a wedding yet?" isyana protests, though jokingly.
The king, who was seen still wrapping his arms around her, took her seriously and told her about the marriage of souls. Isyana laughed and kissed her husband lovingly. He knew it, but still wanted to tempt the King by talking about it. The King could not repay the Queen's nosy deeds for drifting with overflowing feelings of happiness. He never thought of reuniting with his dead wife.
"Your Majesty, let's continue the pending discussion?" take Queen Slavina, break the romance between King and Queen Cordovan.
"Alright, come.... "
They went hand in hand, towards, the direction of the leader's tent to continue the discussion of the royal alliance.
"LIVE QUEEN CORDOVAN!!"
"LIVE QUEEN CORDOVAN!!"
"LIVE QUEEN CORDOVAN!!"
Screeches of victory that hailed the Queen, airborne instantly, accompanying the emergency meeting of the royal leaders.
"King, it's good that we unite this alliance for a long time" King Timon said in a deep voice.
"How did this idea come about?" ask the King of Cordovan who became the supreme leader of the alliance this time.
"We can unite kingdoms and create empires, like our ancestors before us" Queen Slavina said wisely.
King Arazon and the other kings who heard the idea, of course agreed. The military might of other kingdoms was nothing comparable to the military might of the Cordovan Kingdom. The four leaders understood the importance of military defense in dealing with a precarious situation, as it is today. They must admit that, the ability of King Cordovan is the most qualified.
"We have agreed to appoint you as the Emperor of the United Kingdom, Your Majesty. Moreover, Her Majesty the Queen is also the one who has exterminated the witch's curse and slashed the black magic army without any residue. The combined power of the two of you will be a prosperity for our Continent. What do you think," asked Queen Slavina expectantly.
King Markian clasped his wife's smiling hand at him. The queen nodded gently, like agreeing to the idea of the royal leaders.
"Alright, if it is for the sake of the prosperity of us all," said the King firmly, accompanied by the tight grasp of the Wife.
The king looked around, watching the war-torn battlefield. There was a rush of novelty that burst into his mind, witnessing how many lives had been lost in this war.
"LIVE THE BRITISH EMPIRE!" Strangled King Timon, Queen Slavina, and King Arazon were compact.
The soldiers who were limped and tried to stand back up, heard shouts from the direction of the front line. They get excited and do the same thing.
"LIVE THE BRITISH EMPIRE!"
"LIVE THE BRITISH EMPIRE!"
Right after the black magic died down, and the war was won by the Alliance Army, the British Empire rose again.
The British Empire, will repeat the long glory they once carved in the history of world civilization.
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