Kingdom vs Kingdom - A fight of survival against KAC

The sun was rising on the horizon and its burning core removed the long shadows across the battlefield. Verm stood atop his wall with heavy breathing, while looking out at the horizon. His men, those who had survived this far were either sitting or lying in small groups around him, exhausted from the war with the kingdom of 357 they had been doing, as they were preparing for a conflict that would decide the fate of the once-might House of Dragons. They had fought so hard for Kingdom 365, to bring stability and peace, but that dream seems more distant than ever before. However, Verm wasn’t thinking about the past, but about the looming threat before him. The rumble of hooves, the low tremor in the earth-it was beginning again. They were coming…

Blackbear, the warrior-queen of Kingdom 357, began to reassemble her cavalry for the final attack. Verm had fought in many battles before, but he had never faced someone like her. He had heard the stories everyone had heard. Black Bear was known not only for her brutal strength but also for her iconic beauty. A face so deceiving, striking, and alluring, as cold and merciless as it truly was. Most had underestimated her, thinking the elegance in appearance meant less of a foe. But they had learned that far too late. She was not just a general, nor commander-she was a storm, a force of nature that destroyed everything in its path. And now that storm was coming for him.

The first wave of attack from Black Bear, came suddenly! Her cavalry charged out onto the plains like savages and their hooves crashing against the earth like thunder and their rider shrouded in black steel, with weapons aglow in the light. Verm’s thought that his defenses were impenetrable, however, it crumbled in mere moments… His spearmen were counted among the finest in the land, yet they crumbled beneath their feet… Black Bear's riders just kept on coming, wave after wave of them, as if nothing could stop them. The ground beneath them had run slick with blood, the screams of his men filling the air, yet no matter how many they felled, more appeared. Then he had seen her. Amidst the carnage of that battle, Verm had caught sight of Black Bear, her warhorse piercing above the carnage, her warhammer raised high. Her gleaming dark armor shone bright red with blood from her enemies, her eyes cold and calculating, and scanned the battlefield as if it was already hers. And maybe it was.

She ripped through his soldiers with a horrific display of efficiency, her warhammer biting deeper into shields and bone with every blow, shattering as if they offered no hindrance at all. Verm himself had watched her crush the skull of a man as if it were made of glass, and her horsemen followed her example well, pushing further and further into the depth of Verm's defenses. The rumbling thundered louder and Verm squeezed his spear. His eyes fell on the rest of his men, a few from what once had been a strong army. Their faces were pale, their bodies shaking with exhaustion, but they stood ready. There was no turning back. There was no place to go. There would be one final stand for the House of Dragons.

Black Bear and her cavalry charged towards them like they were doing the Reaper’s work. The ground shook beneath their charge, the sound swelling to a deafening. Verm’s was ready as this was what he had trained for. He would meet her head-on, with everything he had left. Black Bear rode at the head of her forces, her enormous warhammer laid across her saddle. The nearer she got, the more Verm thought he could appreciate the deadly disconnect between her and her savagery. She was beautiful, even now, in the midst of carnage. Her face, pale and serene beneath her helm, might have been a god's. Yet, there was nothing holy about her eyes. They were dark, ruthless-like two black holes sucking in everything that lay in their way. Verm felt his breath catch as she drew closer. There was no weakness, no hesitation. The stories all had been true. Black Bear's beauty was a mask, a cruel facade that cloaked the terrifying strength underneath. Many had fallen victim to it, and now, standing before her, Verm could see why.

Verm raised his spear and called for his men to gather close to him, the House of Dragons had always fought with honor, and if today was to be their last battle, it would be no different. he riders were now almost upon them. Verm's grip on the spear tightened. His muscles tensed. His heart raced. This was it, the killing stroke. The air thickened by the second as the earth rumbled. And then they struck Verm's line with a scream of hooves and steel. The impact was brutal-horses rearing, men screaming, and the clash of steel ringing out like thunder. Verm's spear striked outward, catching one of Black Bear's riders in the chest. Another charged across, swinging an axe, and Verm hardly had a chance to raise his shield before the blow crashed against him, stumbling back, breath knocked from his lungs. His shield arm wailed in fire with pain, but he never moved. He struck again and his spear cleaved into the middle of the chaos, cutting down a second rider…

Black Bear slid from her horse, her warhammer lightly angled on her shoulder. She looked towards Verm, with her eyes never leaving him. vThere was no hurry to this, no urgency. She knew she had already won. But for Verm, she came closer and closer, his heart pounded faster, and with each step, death came closer. Everything he had fought for, everything his house had stood for, was about to be decided. She stopped a few paces from him, her face composed, her beauty striking in the eerie light of battle. Verm couldn't help but marvel at the contradiction, at how someone so outwardly beautiful could be so merciless, so filled with violence. He raised his spear. Black Bear smiled - a cold, calculating smile. The battlefield hushed. And then, in silence, she attacked. The collision was brutal, metal sounding against metal like a bell, the strike hard and clear. Verm's spear struck against her armor, but Black Bear's warhammer swung with alarming force. The earth shook with every strike she landed, and Verm felt his arms go numb to the force of it. He struck again and again, but it was like striking against a mountain.

And in one violent sweep, Black Bear's warhammer shattered through his shield, sending it to splinters. Verm screams in pain, as he tries to gain foothold again. But she gave no quarter. Another strike, and his spear was torn from his hand, the weapon spinning into the dirt. Verm stood there, weaponless, staring up at the warrior-queen who brought him to his knees. Black Bear raised her war hammer to strike the execution blow, her face impassive, victory aglow in her eyes. Verm's breath lodged in his throat. It was over. He'd failed. Kingdom 365 had fallen at the hands of the merciless Black Bear. Verm, broken and beaten, falls to his knees…not knowing what awaits the kingdoms future, as he had failed to stop the invaders.