Your world was falling apart before your very eyes, yet still you fought your heart out. Your coronation into becoming Queen was two hundred years ago and that wasn't something you were ever going to take lightly. When you earned your crown, you inherited your mother's sword on her death bed. And you vowed to fight for Nyxar until your last breath.

The way you were trained growing up, there was no such thing as being a prisoner. It was either you won the battle by any means necessary or you chose death.

Your army thinned by the minute but that didn't mean they didn't fight well. The dark entity that's been slowly eating away at your planet was sending plenty of its soldiers to their deaths, but it wasn't enough.

Now, you stand at the edge of the world, sword still clutched in your fist even though your body screamed exhaustion. Nyxar was just darkness only lit up by fire. The echoing screams of those who somehow survived rang in your ears prior to it going quiet two minutes later.

You peeled off what was left over from your armor and turned around to face the entity in its physical form. A tall, faceless figure walking up to you with 50 of its soldiers left.

"Your world is gone, Queen," it said in a distorted mocking tone. "Looks like all that is left is your surrender."

Your lips parted as you dropped your sword. Its healing properties were diluting anyways.

"I choose death," you said, looking up where its eyes would be. The entity sighed.

"How noble," it sneered. "Very well."

Three steps and a kick to your chest sent you flying off the cliff. You watched everything around you start to fade. The heat from the eternal flame slowly scorching parts of your body. You closed your eyes and just...let go.

"You will not escape!"

Your eyes shot back open. A red dot started hurling towards you. The closer it got, you squinted. Who...is that?!

"You!" They shouted. They- no, she flew the fastest you've ever seen any being fly. She stretched her hand towards you and yelled. "Grab my hand!"