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Lyrics: Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must awake, ere break of day To find our long-forgotten gold The pines were roaring on the height The wind was moaning in the night The fire was red, it flaming spread The trees like torches, blazed with light The bells were ringing in the day And then the dawn, with faces pale The dragon’s eye more fierce than fire Made know their towers, and houses frail Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must awake, ere break of day To find our long-forgotten gold Edit: a story of Thorin’s home, full of gold and treasures, being destroyed by Smaug, the dragon that attacked Lake Town.

An elf remembering the long lost friendship her people had with the dwarves of Moria, Khazad-dum. At least its how I envision this.

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Where is the cover from?

Amazing ❣. Love it

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Long after these movies have ended, I am still listening to every moment of this song from anyone who will upload it. This one feels like they actually sang it in Middle Earth, and I cannot express how much I love it

This song is impossible to listen to without crying. The voice alone is enough.

Un pur délice pour les oreilles. Entre votre version, celle des Wellermen et, ma préférée juste devant la vôtre, celle de Clamavi de Profondis, vous nous gâter, en honorant Seigneur Tolkien.

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"Traitor!" "Murderer!" "Death to the Queen!" The people's cries carried through the courtyard. Her fate decided. Because of her father's murderous way's, she was deemed a traitor and was to be executed for the fall and fail of the kingdom. Thousands of her people had been murdered maliciously. "They didn't have to die. They shouldn't have." The Queen said sadly, staring out the dungeon window to the rioting crowd that had gathered. "My Lady forgive me." She turned towards her lady in waiting with tear filled eyes as knights appeared behind her. "No please she's innocent!" The Queen begged, her own tears falling freely. The knight forced her back into her cell, as they drug her lady in waiting away to meet her own fate. The king had been withholding food and money from his people, dooming thousands of innocent men, women, and children to their death all the while his plan to consume as much power and wealth was being done. With the fall of the kingdom, the angry and hurt people looked for justice. The people had overtaken then castle, and soon the kingdom fell at their feet. Now as the Queen watched her maid and friend walk to her death, tears threaten to fall from her own cheeks but she wouldn't allow the people to see her defeat. Shoulder's set straight back, in her trained grace, she would accept her fate for her people. They weren't willing to let her find a solution that should have been made long before, they weren't ready to forgive. They wanted justice and blood. Today would be the day she would give her people what they wanted most, and ultimately freeing herself from years of deceit. The knights each took one of her arms, preventing an escape as they lead her through the halls to the opening of the courtyard. "It is time to face your sentence." The knight to her left said solemnly. "I am ready. My people need justice and I need to be free from my father's sins." The Queen walked slowly, each step feeling as though her legs were made of lead. "Murderer!" "Bitch!" Screams echoed through the courtyard, but still her stood tall and strong. The rioting crowd, unhappy with her strong, and unwavering demeanor, began trowing the rotten food her father had only allowed them, and trash at her. Still she stood strong, unwilling to break now. She had to remain strong up until the very end. If nothing else of what she had long been taught, was strength to the very end. Now facing thee gallows in front of her, she could feel her strength slipping. Something sharp hit her then, suddenly, knocking her from her feet. As her hands and arms collided with the cobblestone, the first hints of blood appearing on her palms and the backs of her arms. "Forgive me for his sins. I knew to late." She cried as the tears she so fiercely tried to hide now fell. She held her eyes shut tight, wishing for her death to be quick and painless, though she didn't deserve it. Shade instantly cooled her back, as her sad eyes looked up to see the lone knight kneel beside her. He extended his hand to her and helped her up. As she got to her feet, his cape blocked her from behind as he rose his shield to protect her from the trash being thrown. She looked at him sadly, not understanding. "Why..why would you protect me after all the sins I should pay for?" She cried. The knight looked let out a small laugh. "My Lady, my duty is to protect the innocent, and you are innocent in your father's sins." She placed her frail hand on the forearm of his armor as her tears fell again, this time in shame. "Please don't. I deserve this. My father destroyed this kingdom. Destroyed our people, and I must give them justice." The knight stopped walking, as the screams around them fell silent. Everything seeming frozen time. The other knights stood frozen in awe at the sight. "My Lady these people need compassion and love from a great Queen. They have been done wrong and are now fueled by hate and fear. Show them you are meant to wear the crown upon your head. Prove to them that your father's sins don't end with you." Guilt flooded her face at the realization she should have done that sooner. "I believe the time to try and prove to my people, is over and gone. My fate has been decided." Standing now at the foot of the gallows the Queen swallowed hard, as she looked to her knight then turned to face her people. The brave knight lowered his cape and stood strong behind her. She addressed her people one last time with all of her heart, full of promise, and compassion they had long since been robbed of. For the first time the people stopped screaming, and listened with open ears. Slowly they lowered their trash filled hands, as the Queen turned to face her brave knight once again. He knelt at her feet, drawing his sword. "Remove your helmet my brave knight." He did as she requested, as her breathing hitched. All those many times of hiding in the garden with the young boy who dreamed of being a knight, but forbidden because of their differences in class. Her first crush and love was the very knight that protected her on her final walk. Their love had always been forbidden, now he had saved her from a cruel fate. "My Lady, my heart has always been there to protect you, even when our love was forbidden. I vowed once to always protect you, and I still hold my honor to that commitment." She gently took his sword, tapping each shoulder, then as he stood to his feet, she placed it back in his hands. "Honor your commitment to me and your people." She smiled as she removed her crown, placing it on his head, and moved to the platform. The knight followed her and stood in front of her. Taking the Queen's face in his hands, he kissed her passionately, then stepped back. She knew to late of her father's sins, but even after convincing her people and promising peace and change, still accepted her fate from the gallows because in her death brought freedom and a king who brought a heart of pure love and compassion that had been showed upon her. The knight, turned king, turned his head as a single tear fell from his cheek as the once Queen's justice was served. He told her to late that his love was for her; but as a proper and Perfect Queen would she set herself free, giving all she had to her people. Now promising to lead and be the King they needed, he would accept his new role, in her honor. @Hayllie Hedrick

Her blue dress shone with radiance as she glanced into the street of shadow and fear. The captive girl look over her path. Beaten because of her differences. Taken because of what she was. Her home destroyed by her captors. Her freedom denied by those who feared her kind. A push on her back was enough to force her down. Fighting back tears in her eyes she looked back to the knight, dressed in silver, his king smirking behind his guard. "Walk you beast" was all he had said to her; with that crown upon his head. Turning back to the crowd her eyes saw hatred. Rising amid the darkness before her; the girl walked her path. "Monster!" "Freak" The words of those around her struck her spirit; yet she withstood the pain. Determined to not show fear. The rotten apple was all it took to break her determination. As she fell to the ground; her hair pushed aside revealing the truth, the crowd's cried only intensified. "Freak!!" "Half-ling!!" "Dark magic caster!!!" The young elfling lost all spirit within herself. The shadows of the humans loomed over her, dragging her into ever growing darkness. As she wept upon the stone streets of man, the rotten fruits continuously bombarding her skin, staining her clothing, destroying her image, her world became suddenly darker. A shadow stood over her, casting light around his being. The knight of man dropped to his knee as he stretched his hand forward. Turning away in fear the girl braced for the pain of his grip. A soft hand touched her shoulder. Warm from the heat of the sun overhead. "Amaryll?" Her name. Looking up she saw the man's eyes through his helmet. Eyes that showed no hatred, no harm, no fear, only sorrow. Removing his hand the knight draped his red velvet cap over the young ones shoulder, placing his hand ever so gently upon her skin. Finding the strength within herself renewed, the girl rose with the knight's armor pressed against her stained body. Her pointed ears no longer hidden by her dark hair. The knight held his shield up against the crowd as his soft hand guided her onward. He remained silent amid the crowds cried. Turning to face her, the elf saw his eyes once more, eyes as blue as the sea. She remembered the young boy who stumbled into her forest, her people despised him as well; she had stepped in front of their magic to protect the young human. She helped him escape her own people, make it back to his kind. Their names were all they knew of one another; feeling like they would be forever parted, they shared that much about themselves. "Arthur?" she said towards the shining knight before her. His eyes glowed in acknowledgement as he turned back towards the streets. Following his gaze the young elf saw a white horse amid the crowd. Her protector guided her towards her freedom, his strength unfazed by the crowds words or the words of his king who scolded him from afar. He cared not for the harsh words that struck against his armor, his determination to protect was radiant. Amaryll placed a hand against her protector's helm, upon the cheek of the one who had saved her, upon the one whom she knew, she would see again. @Sora and Shiro AMVs

Once upon a time, in a land where magic was forbidden, the queen gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Bells were rung from all the city cathedrals and people lined up in the streets outside the palace just to catch a glimpse of their princess. To the king and queen, who had only had sons up until now, their daughter was nothing short of a miracle, and they showered her with all the love and affection they had in their hearts. The princess grew up loved and favoured by everyone, and as she got older her beauty grew. All the young noblemen in the kingdom waited eagerly for her ageday, when they could finally approach the king and make an offer for her hand. Before they could do that, however, tragedy struck in the palace. On the princess’ ageday, assassins attacked the royal family while feasting. Many were killed, including the two princes and the queen. With her last breath, the queen used her body to defend the terrified princess. On seeing her mother and brothers dead, the princess let out a scream of grief, and with that moment the magic long hidden within her blood burst out in a wave of pain and fury. The entire palace shook, and when silence came again, the assassins lay on the ground, lifeless, while many others were seriously injured. The king was horrified. In one fell swoop he had lost his sons and his wife, and now the daughter he had prized so highly had turned out to carry the curse of magic in her blood-magic that could destroy the kingdom he had worked so hard to build. Had it been anyone else, he would have had them executed immediately, but even in his anger he could not bring himself to do so. Instead, he had the princess locked up in the dungeons below the castle while the funerals for the princes and the queen were going on. Afterwards, he issued a public decree banishing her from the city for life on pain of death should she ever return. Having lost consciousness after using her magic for the first time, the princess woke to a world turned upside down. Her mother and brothers were dead, her father no longer looked at her save with disgust and fear, and rather than her chambers and the nurse who had watched over her lovingly since she was small, she passed her days in a small, dingy cell beneath the castle, unnoticed except by the guards who sneered at her as they passed. Numb with grief, fear, and shock, she barely reacted as the king’s writ of exile was read out to her, but no sooner had the meaning penetrated her stunned brain than she got down on her knees, sobbing and begging for her father to come and see her, to forgive her. From around the corner, the king listened and shed a silent tear, but he did not come. The next morning the princess was led from her cell to be exiled. All was silent as she passed through the halls where once she had played catch and hide-and-seek with her brothers, where her mother had walked with her hand in hand and her father had told her stories. The palace seemed empty, ghostly. When she reached the citadel, however, the princess realized that news of her exile had spread beyond the palace walls. A huge crowd was gathered along the streets, jammed close together and craning their necks to see her. At first, the princess hoped they might still look upon her kindly, but as she caught their hostile faces and hate-filled murmurs, hope died in her heart and she shrank a little further into herself as despair set in. “Witch!” It was not known who began the cry, but very soon everyone was shouting it, from the old men and women to the children barely old enough to talk. A single rotten tomato flew through the air, hitting the princess on the shoulder, and after that the air grew thick with spoiled fruit and vegetables as the people vented their fury. The king’s knights held the crowds back from physically attacking, but they kept their faces averted and said nothing to stop the storm. Even the guards who escorted the princess had turned back long ago, not wanting to remain in the line of fire. Every word and blow fell like swords on the princess’ heart, but she said nothing, even as her already tattered ageday gown became spattered with food and dirt, and the road ahead looked darker and even more threatening. Then, out of nowhere, someone threw a stone, and it caught the side of her head. Pain flared, hot and bright, and the princess crumpled to the ground with a pitiful cry, sobbing as she covered her head with her hands. “Please, please stop…” Her pleas were drowned out by the yells of the mob. A shadow fell over her, blocking out the early morning sun, and the princess looked up timidly. One of her father’s knights stood over her, his helmet and armour glinting. She knew a little of him: he was rumoured to have been greatly injured in battle by magic and as such never removed his helmet in public, thus making him more feared than any of the other knights. From her place on the ground, he positively loomed over her, and the princess shrank, expecting harsh words or worse. What she did not expect was for the knight to hold out his hand. The princess stared at it and then up at his shielded face apprehensively. This could be a trick-who would offer kindness to someone like her? As if sensing her fear, the knight reached down and took her hand himself, pulling her gently to her feet. One mailed arm drew over her shoulders as he pulled his scarlet cloak out to cover her back, and with his other hand he raised his shield, blocking out the view of the crowds and the cascade of missiles. “Princess,” he said, nodding towards the city gates ahead. The princess blinked back her tears, still hardly able to believe this was happening. She started to walk forward again, looking up at him every few steps, waiting for him to turn and walk away or worse, start attacking her himself. The knight said nothing, but his protective stance never altered, even as stones clattered off his armour and the mob cursed him for shielding the witch. They walked on and on, and gradually the noise and clamour behind them fell away. In a short while, they reached the gates of the city. The princess stared at the open road ahead and then turned back to the knight. “Thank you, sir knight,” she said timidly. The knight did not answer. Instead, he got down on one knee, pulled out his sword, and rested both his hands on the pommel as he bowed his head - a symbol of respect. Tentatively, the princess reached out and placed her small hand on top of his mailed one. “Thank you,” she said, even as her tears began to fall again. “Thank you for being kind to me.” She turned and walked away, looking back over her shoulder once or twice. The knight remained where he was, not looking up. Only when her small figure had disappeared over the brow of the hill did he rise and sheathe his sword, before going to end his oath of service to the king. He would protect her, even if from a distance. And one day, when magic returned to the land and the princess received justice, he would be her knight again. @Gailie21

A foreign princess of different race, stood alone in the tower, no one dare approaching her. A trophy of war for this kingdom, and a symbol of peace for her own, her marriage to this kingdoms prince was the unification needed to bring about the end of a bloody war. As she neared the looming door she could hear the roar of the crowd now gathered in the city square, many of whom had lost loved ones in the bitter fighting and wished to see her dead. As the huge door cracked open, a rush of searing hot air swept past her almost sending her off her feet as she stepped out towards the spiteful crowd. Taking shelter from the heat and watching from a nearby archway, a knight saw as the crowd grew large and restless, many of who had certainly felt the effects of the prolonged war, but none having seen its horrors. He cared not for anything anymore, the roots of this conflict burying deep into his heart. The only emotions he felt were in the nightmares that haunted his dreams. As the great door cracked open the crowd screamed their disgust as the foreign princess stepped out. He looked to see her delicate frame descending the tower steps and into the city square. Her kind had been his enemy for so long, but now he harboured no ill feelings towards them, seeing that like he had done before, she was simply serving her people in pursuit of peace. He watched as she struggled with each step, clearly weakened from her long journey across the continent. The city guard now barely able to contain the crowd from pushing past them, they did not care as the princess tripped and fell, and the crowd erupted with laughter and applause. The knight felt a sudden sharp sensation in his heart, knowing such innocent beauty did not deserve this treatment, before he had realised, he had begun pushing his way through the crowd. “Steady there soldier” a member of the city guard barked, drawing the attention of many people in the crowd. As the knight continued forward he was unsure of his own intentions, once more the guard ordered “Halt soldier, by order of the city guard”. As the knight approached, the guardsmen drew his blade, now in full focus of the bewildered crowds. As the knight stepped forth from the crowd the guardsmen swung his sword only to for the knight to strike him with a thunderous punch, dropping him to the ground. The knight approached the princess still unsure of his own actions, when he reached her, she looked up into his eyes. Stunned by her gentle beauty, his eyes locked into hers, like blue crystals, he could not think of what to do and by impulse extend his hand. As her legs gave out from underneath her, she fell to the ground and felt the sharp pain of her delicate skin tearing on the rough stones of the pavement, as she summoned the will to hold back her tears in front of the hostile crowd the princess realised she didn’t have the strength to rise to her feet. As she tried to force herself onto her numbed legs, a sudden cooling shadow loomed over her, blocking the hot dry sun. She winced, preparing herself for a painful blow. But it did not come, when she looked up she saw a cold figure looming over her. A knight, whose amour was unlike those of the men who guarded the city. His was unpolished and undecorated, it looked battered and warn. He simply outstretched his hand and said only two words..”My Lady”. The princess caught a quick glimpse of his eyes, shining green like polished emeralds, they were young and handsome, but looked sad and held the pain of many lifetimes. She put her weight onto his arm and he quickly thrust her to her feet. Continuing to walk towards the city keep the crowd became more violent, now hurling rotten food and stones. Before a single blow had time to land, the knight had pulled her waist into his and raised his shield to protect from the oncoming barrage. As she looked back to see where she had fallen, the princess saw that he had also raised his cloak to protect her. A cloak that like his armour was tattered, warn and scarred from countless battles, soon realising that unlike the city guard, his had not been dyed with colour, but stained red with blood. Despite this, she felt more at ease now, protected by him, than she had felt since leaving her home. The two quickly approached the city keep with the violent crowd now closing in on them. The tall doors of the keep swung open revealing the kingdoms prince, her betrothed, to be there waiting. The knight quickly pushed her through the doors to ensure her safety. The prince barely acknowledging the shaken princess, gave a shocked look as he turned to her knight and gave a half bow, “it’s an honour to finally have met you”. The knight completely ignoring him, turned to the princess locking eyes with her and saying only, “until you need me, my lady” before quickly turning, drawing his sword and once more descending into the city crowd. She could only watch and lose sight, as the great doors closed, not knowing the fate of her knight, nor even his name. @TheLonelyShrub

By order of the king, a captured princess from the enemy kingdom was forced into the streets to suffer a public display of defeat and to represent a fallen empire. The whole atmosphere was hate, laughter, profanity, and the mockery from the villagers and soldiers around her as they threw rubbish with the intentions to strike her beautiful face. The princess could no longer be brave, for she lowered her head in shame as she began to weep and fall to her knees in brokenness. From the distance, a knight watched her cry. He knew her when they were children long ago, alowed to play together because of their high class that used to be so similar, until he stooped to become a knight to her enemy. He remembered when he would push her and make her cry because she was a girl and girls easily cry. This very knight, that aided the conquering of her empire and hated her existence in the past years ago, realized that she was just a girl who did not deserve a fate like this. It only took one step to silence the king's mockings as the warrior marched toward her. The princess felt a metal hand gently lift her by the arm from her knees and felt a shadow cool her from the sweltering sun. She kept her head low but managed to lift her eyes to see an enemy using his shield and cape to protect her from the rot being cast upon her. Not knowing how, she remembered who this metal-masked warrior was and she felt that he was no longer a rival to her. The villagers were in an uproar and the rubbish increased as it was thrown at the unlikely pair, but The only ones silent were the fellow knights, the king, and the princess and her protector. He looked down at the child, nearly the same age as he, and purposed in his heart that he would do everything he could to protect her with his life. Suddenly, he shivered as he felt her hand press against his arm in gratitude as they slowly walked through the street together, displaying not a symbol of defeat, but of friendship. @Stevi Caviness

"I won't cry mother." She smiled leaving the cell. The Queen wasn't looking at her but that was easier for both of them. She lost too much, princess thought walking down the stairs, I won't be another thorn in her heart. But the way was long and with every step she felt like her body will crumble. That was for the kingdom's sake. For people that needed a King and King wanted to be sure of his position. She understood him. He wasn't a bad man. He will be a good husband and ruler. It was a deal that guaranted peace and tranquillity. She took one misstep and the guard caught her from falling. "Thank you." She said quietly. He didn't answer. The crowd was angry. Another thing she knew would happened but she had to clench her fist. Mother will be watching. Everybody will be watching. She needed to be strong and play the role. Traitor was the first word she heard. "You are leaving us!" She wanted to look the person in the eye. "What would your father think?" She felt king's stare from the bridge. She wasn't going to break because that was right and that was the deal. They can see it as a betreyal if they want. She wasn't a fighter and they needed one now. "Princess Marielle" King's voice was cold and sharp. "You have chosen to leave the city and stay on the Summer Island. Do you stand by your choice." "Yes my King." There was even some respect in his eyes. People hated him so they needed to hate her more. "If that's so I wish you a happy journey." "Thank you. I wish you luck. Our Kingdom needs you." The first stone came when she walked just a couple of meters. The guard said nothing but looked at the crowd. She placed a hand on his armor. "We should keep going." I can't do it for much longer, she wanted to say. He agreed silently but stood at her left now. She apreciated it but people keep shouting. I'm sorry! I'm sorry but I can't do it! I'm not running away! I promise you I'm not! There were still no tears because she would not let them fall. Her eyes closed when they were getting closer to the port and then a strong, cold hand was placed on her shoulder. She couldn't see his face but wanted to believe it was kind. As the hand disapeared, the shield rose and he cowerd her with his red cloaked. "They won''t touch you." He said, bearly hearable throught the people's mockery. "Their words already did" the phrase escaped her lips. It was almost like she was beyond the wall again. If she didn't see their figures, they almost weren't real. "But that's none of your worries". She tried to smile. He stayed quiet for a moment. "I'm no one, princess and my words means nothing..." This voice wasn't right for the armor. He sounded so young that she wondered how old was he. "But I wish they knew why. I wish I could tell them." "Sir?" She felt the warm in her heart that almost made her forgot what's before her. "That means the world to me." @julka czaps

They were young then, too young to be adults yet too old to be children. The two young teens laughed in light of the summer sun. The boy picked a flower and placed it in her hand. Her hand gently touched in order to see what her eyes could not. She smiled as she felt the soft petals in her hand the sweet fragrance that permeated her nose. The boy's eyes grew saddened as she asked him what she was holding, "They're forget-me-nots." he answered, "They're beautiful, just like you." The girl giggled she held the flower against her cheek, feeling the delicate petals caress her cheek. "Soon, I will leave. To become a knight." The girl seemed to wilt at his statement. "Why?" she asked, "Why must you be a knight?" The boy simply knelt in front of her and held her hands. "So I'll be able to protect my princess." She gave a sad laugh, "What kind of princess am I, if I can't even see." The boy only held onto her hands tighter. "The one that matters to me." As the years passed the kingdom that they reside in had descended into chaos. Anger among the citizens as their king had ruled them unjustly, hoarding all the gold for himself and leaving the people to starve. It was to be seen that the citizens had risen up and stormed the castle. Murdering the king in anger as he had showed no remorse for letting them starve. What was left of the royal family was the blind princess of the former king. Taking pity on the blind girl they exiled her, never will she be able to take a step in her home again. She could see nothing as she was leaving the kingdom with nothing but the clothes on her back and the crown of blue forget-me-nots that rested upon her head. Yet she could hear the yells of hatred towards her and her family, she could feel the pain of the rotten food that was being thrown at her. She only kept her head down as she had nothing to say to them as she walked in the light of the summer sun. When she didn't feel the pain of food being thrown at her, she lifted her hand to feel that there was a figure standing by her, shielding her from the crowd's hatred. "Do not cry, my princess." The knight that stood with his shield held high, "I will always protect you." He took a flower from her crown gently caressed its petals against her cheek. "that's why I became a knight after all." Happiness bloomed in her chest as the return of the one she loved came back to her. "Where shall we go, my princess" he asked her. She answered with only one sentence. "Away from here, with you by my side, my love." "As you wish." @Luna Mugetsu

The streets were lined with onlookers, the air was heavy with emotion; grief, anger, sadness, every one of their hard glares fell on the beautiful princess as she stepped out into the open. A small child stared, unable to understand why his mother was so upset. The princess was a war price; the only treasure the tyrant King had taken from his conquest of the neighbouring kingdom - and even though it was evident the public despised the princess, none of them dared to attack her for fear of punishment. The king had her sent out into the streets to be scorned by her captors people. She kept her head down, she did not deserve this. "Devil!" The word stung at her heart. Her beautiful features were covered with dirt, a result of the treatment she'd been subjected to in the castle dungeons; her long flowing dress, once sparkling like the stars at night, was tattered and torn. She wasn't a princess anymore; to the kingdom she'd been taken to, she was a prisoner. A rotten apple hit her back, she winced but did not flinch. A tomato, orange, cabbage. They threw everything they had at the foreign princess, shouting their insults at her. "I am not a demon." She said. Her words made the shouts cease for a single moment before another tomato struck her cheek. She wiped the rotten juice with a trembling hand. A shadow was suddenly cast above her. When she looked up, she saw the helmet of a knight; he held his thick cape around her, as if he were protecting a child. Shield raised to the offenders. "Don't you despise me?" She asked. Looking into the holes where his eyes were, she saw brilliant, lightning blue orbs, staring into her dark, mahogany brown ones. "M'lady, I dare not harm a maiden." He said. The other Knights screamed at his act, but he did not answer. He shielded her until the crowds departed. The sun shining on his armour gave the impression to her that sunlight was actually radiating from him; she bowed her head in thanks, cheeks streamed with tears. "Thank you, sir Knight." She said quietly. "But for your act, you'll be punished. I'm not worth loosing your rank over." the knight brought her closer to himself, shielding her further from the onslaught of torment, "For me, my lady, protecting you is more important than any rank could ever be." @Mr X

" Iereia, you have been summoned at the court", The informer stood staring obliviously at the priestess, heel sitting on the marble floor, her blue gown glistening like the blue crystal, her golden hair embellished with her emerald tiara and the sparkle of her eyes hidden by her eyelids. She greeted the light approaching through the etched glass of the window with the cold eyes. She stood on her feet, faced the informer and looked sternly at the knight accompanying him. His face bowed with remorse. Her fate reflected through his expressions but she raised her head to accept it as she walked towards the door. "Iereia, forgive me, I cannot undo what is already done," the knight spoke softly, repenting on every word he uttered. There was fire raging in her breath but her beautiful and tender face did not reply. She walked the gilded aisle, her gown brushing the floor in cold fire. The colossal golden Gate at the end of the aisle exposed the faces of cruel reality. Sitting on the high chair, the doer of the events that led to these circumstances sat smiling evilly down on the priestess. " You are hereby summoned to hear your fate", the man who was considered the God of the land by the people blinded by fake devotion called out to her. The priestess stood on the trial bars staring straight at the eyes of the one announcing her decree. " You and your covenant are accused and guilty of burning people alive for your rituals performed on the last full moon." " Murder is an unforgivable sin. My covenant is holy." " Your denial will not change the fact, Iereia. You are hence sentenced to death for your sins. To the guillotine!!" The greybeard with the grin of the devil screamed at her. Her heavy eyelids fell once and then raised to look blankly at his face. The knight bit his lips with anger and frustration. He prayed for the souls burned by the hands of this person who screamed at the priestess for her purity. " May the Lord save your soul", the priestess's voice stayed erect with the words. She turned towards the wooden door led by a line of knights. The door opened to the blast of aching sunlight and screaming sounds. She devoured the warmth absorbing it in her skin while the screams of the people deafened her sense of peace. " The Witch!" " Kill her! Witch, burn in hell!" the angry mob aside the dusty road behind the bamboo railings bawled at her as her figure emerged out of the door. She did not look at those faces but straight ahead at her people, preachers and pastors with the wooden board around their neck knelt down below the guillotine. Their faces trembling in fear and faith destroyed in the tumult of sinners. She gulped her ache that travelled through her throat to her heart and walked on the dust covered path towards the guillotine. Her feet did not slide in fear, her tender face did not falter to the lies thrown at her, her hands ready to reach for the Lord. Along the way, the mob turned restless, a woman blasted out, "You will die! You hag!". A stone came flying at the priestess that hit her head. She shook, wheezing in pain and blood slipped across her face. One stone was enough to raise others against her. As the stones whaled at her, she fumbled to keep her balance but refused to fall down. The knight glared at this event. She will die before she reaches the guillotine. No! "No!" he rushed towards the priestess with his guard covering the side. He slided along her side and covered her while her blood soaked face stared ahead with the same pride and elegance as ever. "Iereia, I can save you. Let me help you", he whispered to her in woe. She glanced at the knight and stopped her trembling feet. " Iereia!" The knight called out again, his eyes flaring through the helmet with tender requests for the priestess. The general and the other knights advanced towards them in defiance. The priestess removed her eye and while his eyes still traced her face, she removed the sword out of his scabbard. Alarmed at this occurence , he remained startled as she pressed the end of the sword on her heart. " My blood will not be rewarded to the hands of the sinners." She dug the sword inside her chest, the groan from her mouth echoed like a fumes of revenge. Blood escaped from the side of her lips, she let her body fly down in the air only to end up in the arms of the knight who stared endlessly to her body which he could not protect. His heart sank and his throat was unable to utter words. The stone pelting stopped with the laughter of the crowd rising high like the demon's lair rising from the hell and the only sunshine was covering the priestess under the knight. She looked at him with heavy eyes, " Live! Save! Justice!" Her hand touched his hand over the sword, " Please!" " I will", he said, the words choking him and tears brimming with rage in his eyes. She breathed out her last sigh of relief and smiled heavenly. Her hand slipped away from his hand and laid lifeless along her side. @Amba Kumari

After defeating a rival kingdom, the kingdom throws a day of jubilation to celebrate. To entertain the citizens, the victorious king decides to parade the beautiful princess they took prisoner. She is innocent in all this, but to the eyes of the common folk, she represents the enemy, the cause of the war, and all their problems. She is very beautiful and wore a fine dress, a symbol of her nobility, making her even more a target. At first, the crowd sends nothing more than jeers and cursings at her, but soon the crowd grew restless. Soon, jeers and curses are replaced with rocks, food, and mud. Anything the crowd has in hand is now being thrown her way. Though she tries to hold her head high with dignity, she soon succumbs to the torment she is under, falling to her knees in fear and covering her face as tears flow from her eyes. The king and his knights laugh at the spectacle before them. However, one of the knights standing next to the king starts to become disgusted by the events unfolding before him, watching the princess on her knees surrounded by the mob being tormented by their version of justice. He had been a part of the war between the kingdoms and had fought valiantly, winning him great honors. He knows she had no involvement in this, but he holds his tongue, not wanting to bring dishonor to himself. However, he soon finds himself unable to watch the defenseless princess be tortured any longer. Though she belonged to his enemy, the knight knew this is not right. Risking his own dignity and honor, he steps away from the king and into the storm of violence. He helps her to her feet, cleaning off the mess from her face, his arm raising his shield to protect her. The princess looks at her savior, seeing his soft eyes behind the dark helmet he wore Shakened from the trauma she had endured, she is grateful for his relief and stood close to him as he raised his cloak behind her, displaying his family crest to the filth being thrown at them. As they begin to walk to safety, she marveled at his act of kindness. Still shaken and unable to speak, she manages to put a hand on the knight's arm, showing her gratitude to him. The knight gives no response, but I imagine deep down he accepts her small act of gratitude as he escorted her away from the mob to safety. The king, seeing the whole scene play out before him, allows the knight to continue to escort the princess back inside, pondering both the knight's actions and his own. I imagine later in that the king asked his knight why he helped the princess despite the fact that she was his enemy. The knight would respond with the fact that as a knight, he swore an oath to protect the helpless, whether it be friend or foe. The king, impressed by the honor an bravery of the knight, makes him a lord in his kingdom and gives the princess to him in marriage. They would have a family that would have the same noble characteristics at their father and the gentleness of their mother. @Micah Vuki

“It’s time, my Queen.” The maid spoke in a somber and hushed tone. The queen who sat and stared out the window at the rioting people said nothing, a blank look upon her beautiful and cold face. She stood with years of practiced grace, her blue dress hung delicately on her thin body barely shuffled at the movement. She stared one last time into the window’s reflection, at the crown on her head that now meant so little. The kingdom was no more. Overtaken by its own people. The weight of the mistakes and burdens her now dead father had made were too heavy for her to bare. The starving and frustrated people would not wait for their newly crowned queen to prepare a solution, a solution that should have been found generations ago. With the help of the Council of knights greedy for power the castle fell within a couple days. The last of her supporters sent to the gallows. Confined to her room under heavy guard the council voted on her fate, the gallows. It was what the people demanded. As she was escorted down the hallway by a few knights her maid and life long friend sniffled and stifled her crying. The queen wanted to join her with her own tears, but she would not allow herself to cry. She had devoted her life to the people, and now for the sins of her lineage she would give her very life to the people. The muffled screams of the people grew as they approached the heavy wooden double doors. The knights behind her pushed her maid aside, sending her into hysterics. “Please! Don’t do this! The queen is good, she doesn’t deserve this! You greedy dogs only want-!” She was silenced by a sharp backhand from one of the escorting knights. The force of the metal plated handing sending her to the ground with a whimper. “You will be silent woman. Know your place.” He growled. “Forgive her.” The queen spoke softly to the knight, he answered with a scoff. “Whatever, open the doors.” He demanded. The queen shut her eyes as harsh sunlight filled the entry way and momentarily blinded her. She was hit with a wall of sound as suddenly the screams she had heard for days was now in front of her. The knights began to stride forward, but she hesitated. “Hurry up.” A knight shoved her nearly sending her to the ground, but she managed to catch herself just in time. Thanks to her years of noble training she was able to posture herself, head raised and shoulder straight. Her heels clacked on the cobble rode. “There’s the bitch!” Was only one of many screams as the crowd laughed and screamed. A woman approached her, an angry scowl on her face. “My daughter starved to death because you, you bitch. You deserve this.” She hissed as some knights pushed the woman back into line of equally angry people. The queen felt her breath hitch, but she continued to walk, finding her shoulders slumping slightly, and eyes looking to the end of the road. There in the court yard stood her fate. Broad and sturdy, the metal blade glistening in the sunlight, the blood on the blades edges still fresh from a previous execution. A woven basket at its feet, ready to catch its next victim’s head. Right as her step faltered, a rotten vegetable was thrown at her, making her lose balance completely. She was sent sprawling the ground, her frail skin scraped against the bricks leaving angry red scratches across her arms and hands. She hissed in pain quietly while others laughed, more rotten food being thrown at her. “Stop.” Was bellowed across the court yard silencing the crowd and halting the onslaught of airborn objects. A knight dressed in grey armor from head to toe, and a bright red cape stood over the Queen. She lowered her head expecting him to strike her, or give another speech on how she deserved what she had coming. Yet in a soft voice he asked her, “Can you stand, my lady?” Startled she looked up at the knight, looking into his eyes for any sign of a trap, but found she could not find his eyes behind the helmet. Hesitantly she found her voice, unable to hide the shiver in it, “yes.” Slowly she rose to her feet, taking the knights outstretched hand. After making sure she was fine the knight turned to bellow at the crowd once more. “Any objects thrown towards the lady will need to go through me.” He announced, the crowd began to yell in outrage. More projectiles were thrown. “Excuse me my lady.” He said before bring the woman to his side, shielding her with his own body, shield and cape. He did not care that the crimson color was to be stained, nor the rotten odor that would surely cling to the armor. The other knights merely watched in awe as the two began to walk again. After a few steps of silent the man spoke. “Forgive me my lady.” He spoke quietly. “What for I am the one that should be thanking you.” She said softly, eyes still trained ahead. He was quiet again for another couple steps. “Forgive me for being a coward. I am on the council, seat number 13. At the meeting deciding your fate I had a say in it. Yet I was too much of a coward to defend you, so I said nothing. I know this is not your fault, your hands are as innocent as the day you were born.” He said in a shameful tone. The woman perused her lips before speaking. “I could have run away. Many people offered to help me from this fate, yet here I am. I am willing to give my life for my people, to be apart of the dark history so that the new one may not repeat.” She spoke with a wisdom that did not match her age. The knight was quiet, his stance remained so she was unable to read his reaction or emotions. They were silent for the rest of the walk until they reached the gallows and came to a stop. “Thank you for shielding me.” She placed her delicate hand on his helmet where his cheek would be, and gave him the last smile she could muster. As she began to walk away he spoke again, “For you to perish today would be a waste, so rare a queen born with wisdom only equal to the size of her heart be born. You will not die today.” He said, she gave him a puzzled look but did not have time to respond as he drew his sword, impaling the blade into the stomach of another knight to his left. More knights drew their swords and ran for him, while others came to his aid. The crowd screamed and began to panic, running and stampeding as blood was spilled upon the bricks. A horse riding knight aimed his sword for the red capes knight. “Look out!” The queen screamed, the knight turning just in time to impale the rider’s leg with a sword and pulling him off the horse, ending him quickly with a clean sword strike to the neck. He grabbed the horse’s reigns and steadied the uneasy horse. “Please get on my lady.” He pulled the horse over to her, picking her light weight frame easily onto the horse. “W-Wait I can’t-“ the queen began but the knight struck the horse sending it barreling forward. The queen gasped and groped for the reins. Finally steady on the horse she looked back one last time where the knight stood, he bowed his head to her in a silent prayer for her safety. The queen only saw the knight clash his sword with another as she exited through the gates. Exiting to her freedom, gifted to her by the knight. @Rainbow Gummys

The story: - I would like to tell you a tale. Some of you might believe it, some of you might not. Nontheless I will tell you this particular story. For it is a tale of courage. Of struggle and anguish. Of torment and pain, love and affection. I will lead you deep into a mythstical, forgotten world, full of wonders, dangers and magic. In a land where kingdoms fought each other till extinction. In a country where the ancient clans of the Vampires planned and scheemed their rivals gruesome ends. I will tell you of the eternal, neverending wars between the Angels and the Demons of old. Of lands where Ogers and Goblins roamed the plains and Elves still inhabited the forests. I will lead you deep into the caverns of the dwarves, and high among the clouds, into the shimmering cities of the Angels. You will learn about the mermen, the inhabitants of the seas and its equally beautiful and terrifying, unexplored, dark depths. I am going to take you, and show you the past. The creation of the worlds, the golden age of the Gods and the ancient war of the undead Kings of the Liches. I will show you the present. The Rebellion in the heavens. The returned prince of Hell, who is ready to claim the throne of the demon race once more. The war between the elves and the Dwarfes, as well as the struggle of the newest generation of magekind. The sneaking terrors in the shadows. And I will show you the future. The great war, that might engulf the whole world. The possible return of the Gods. The rising threat in the east. The threat of the Void, which might consume everything that exists. So, I will ask you only once: Are you ready to experience this world full of magic, mysteries and wonder? - @Halariel