The Amber Sword

Like yesterday, the deepest nightmare of dreams is the abyss she would rather die than come back.

And this moment, as it turns out, is before her.

Pain was intertwined in the heart of a young princess, and even after decades of peace, it was difficult to heal in the heart of an old queen.

The endless gray field, only a monotonous color, the air is cold and stinging, the sky is soaring with grey snow, but only when it falls into your hands did you find them to be thin dust.

No marginal, dusty dust, falling from the sky, falling to the ground, covering everything, thick dust, not into the knee.

There are some tree maids in the distance, also gray, not yet close, have turned into flying ash, the only color of this monotone, outline the world's outline, surrounded by silence, neither sound nor life.

The Silver Queen walked forward faintly, deep and shallow, as if she were a puppet, trekking along an endless plain. Her eyes were empty and she knew what she would see, but could not stop herself from moving forward.

Occasionally rumbling sounds are heard above the thick, heavy clouds, and a red electric light travels through the clouds, winding along the cloud toward the distance, illuminating the distant, undulating mountains.

This is the only evidence of the passage of time in this world.

She didn't know how long she'd been walking, and the world was forever silent until she saw the shadows of some tall hills, the bodies of some giant beasts, some giants, some dragons, all covered with thick dust, motionless.

Some of them may have maintained their lifelong posture, as if they were experiencing a catastrophic catastrophe that solidified the last moments of their lives at the end of time, but had long gone silent.

A mountain range appeared before her.

It lies there quietly...

Like a giant dragon, it's made of cold metal all over its body, but the metal's surface glows transparently and is covered with a crystal lattice.

She shivered slightly.

But I couldn't stop gently touching my hands.

The cold touch, no organic matter on the surface, but the huge body responding to the dull breath of death and suffocating grief, tears couldn't bear to roll down, she whimpered like an injured beast.

The dragon's head flat on the ground, quiet, eyes closed, three pairs of corners broken, wings drooped, covered a hundred miles.

There was no voice or vocabulary to describe the moment, but the Silver Queen understood from the first moment that it was dead.

Like a god walking into dusk, sleeping permanently.

She was sad and uncomfortable. She seemed to have inserted a sharp blade into her heart and couldn't help crying.

Sixty years ago, she was here crying like a helpless child.

Because all hope is lost.

The dragon's name is Bahamet.

It is the king of dragons, the dragon god of platinum, a symbol of human courage and hope, and it has sheltered Vaughn for tens of thousands of years.

But it's dead...

Silent and silent.

With tears and scars, the Silver Queen finally stopped the tears, and she bit her lower lip cold, bypassing this mountain of corpses, bypassing the giant dragon's big head.

She walked silently along the cold jaw of the Bahamas, and then the scene of a desperate end appeared to her without a sign:

She shivered, holding onto the scene.

The deepest fears in her heart rose, and she gasped and couldn't help but hold onto Bahamit's body.

It was a battlefield...

Hundreds of millions of corpses, huge clusters, dying dragons, brave human knights, vulture skeletons, giant worms, elves, dwarves, each standing on this battlefield in their last posture.

Quiet, cold as the beginning.

Then she saw the dragon of war, Tiamat, the crystal and Alvers, the blue, the gods.

They're all dead.

These great beings are silenced with the whole world.

In the dusty, lifeless air, the elements float wildly, like a bunch of scattered currents, struggling over the wilderness, and the laws that bind them are long gone.

The foundations on which civilization and order rested were extinguished.

She walked forward brightly until a knight entered her blindfold.

In the center of the body of the King of the Four Elements, the knight held a spear and stood proud. The blue spear in her hand was like a jade, illuminating the world's only bright color.

It's just that the gun is cut in half and the knight's heart beats silently.

She passed away, too.

The young and tender face was full of serenity and steadfastness, but deeply stung the heart of the Silver Queen, exactly as she knelt before the knight 60 years ago here.

There was endless sorrow in her heart, and no matter how hard she struggled, she still could not change history.

The world is still slipping into the same trajectory, as she saw 60 years ago.

She failed.

Vulnerability is powerless.

She suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.

Thought I had seen everything, but I couldn't reach it.

So this is the sadness of the world, when the curtain falls, no one can break free, they are like puppets on stage, destiny never in their own hands.

She looked at the front silently.

There is the end of the world, the lonely cliffs stand in the void, a flash of lightning interwoven in a sea of chaos, the elements are falling apart, the cornerstones of the world are falling apart, collapsing into a rolling cloud mist.

A long whimpering sound came from the chaos, rang far into the sky, and a giant beast roamed through it, its back ridged through the void, like a mountain rising into the clouds, and the silver queen watched as this terrible creature turned over her body and her fins nearly swept across the heavens and the earth.

That's Leviathan, the newborn beast in chaos.

“Lord Martha… why?” The Silver Queen suddenly mumbled.

“At the end of time, this is the inevitable end of our world, I'm sorry, my people.” A gentle voice caressed from her heart.

“But… I have tried my best to change, why…”

“Because the price is too heavy for us, we will hope to put it in the hands of the Black Iron People, without the power to do it again -”

“But I tried to correct that mistake! ”

“If you can…”

“No, I've failed,” she shook her head in agony: "I'm sorry, Lord Martha, but I can't give it back to you when people steal your authority...”

“Mortals steal my power, but you may think our world chooses another path. ”

“But I have failed...”

She suddenly got stuck.

Some shook up and said, "Lord Martha? ”

“Mortals steal my power, but you may think our world chooses another path. ”

That gentle voice repeated.

“Mortals steal my power, but you may think our world chooses another path. ”

“Mortals steal my power, but you may think our world chooses another path. ”

The Silver Queen was struck like a lightning bolt, quickly losing her blood on her face, she trembled and backed away, then she hit a soft human body.

She suddenly turned around and saw Gwendolyn, the dragon queen, appear before her.

“You haven't failed, my lord.” The latter's voice is tender and abnormal, coinciding with the former's voice.

Gwendolyn looked down at her with a slight smile.

The Silver Queen opened her mouth and showed deep fear in her silver eyes.

“Why.”

The latter stretched out her hands, lifted her face gently and smiled gently at her: "How simple and kind you are, your heart is pure, Your Highness, no one is better suited to bear that will than you. ”

Gwendolyn lowered her head and kissed her gently on her forehead.

“Good night, my baby. ”

The Silver Queen lost her eyes, and there was only endless remorse left in her heart.

Darkness spreads through her horizon--

“Your Majesty! ”

“Your Majesty...! ”

“Your Majesty, what is wrong with you? ”

The entire rose garden boiled in a flash, and all discovered the anomaly of the Silver Queen in the first place. The order between the nobles seemed to be chaotic at an instant, and everyone rushed towards the center of the courtyard in panic.

The Silver Queen fell on her back, watching everyone.

She looked faintly at the sky, and the blood poured out of her eyes, her nostrils, her ears and her mouth, and a hole in her eyes revealed the sorrow of a dying man.

Until one of the crowd slowly walked out and came to the highest of the Empire.

At that moment everyone calmed down and freely cleared the way for the man.

“Your Majesty! ”

The Silver Queen recognises this voice, which was once one of the most majestic voices above the Chapel in her adolescence, and is unquestionably reassuring.

More importantly, it sustains her only memory with her father, the Great Grantoti.

It was an empire 60 years ago, glorious and warm.

The empire of that era had two voices, as if the kingdom would remain stable and strong as long as the masters of those voices still existed in the empire.

“Nederwen… my lord. ”

At that moment Her Majesty remembered many, if not all, of the past in St. Cantipede's Palace, the memories of every learning she had made, the history of the Empire, the glory of the royal family, the faith of the people, all engraved in her heart under the supervision of your stern teachers.

Her Majesty, the maiden queen, smiled, but was already so weak that she could barely reveal such a divine color.

“I was wrong… I'm sorry I failed my father's expectations. ”

Old Ned Wen clasped his lips and couldn't even say a word.

He witnessed with his own eyes the growth of Her Royal Highness and watched her become the pride of the Empire, the finest Queen of the Cruz and the most glorious and proud princess of countless people.

He watched her rise to the throne, watched the empire steam under her reign, turning back suddenly, as if the Weanwenya and agile princess still existed in yesterday's memory.

She sat right next to an arch window at St. Cantipe's Palace, and in the afternoon the sun passed through the rising and falling dust, falling quietly on her lap.

Her eyes were bright and clear and she listened carefully to the detailed and trivial history and knowledge.

“Teacher, I hope that the four temples will return to the era of glory, and in the distant future we will be able to expand our territory...”

“Perhaps the civil war between civilizations will be wiped out as well, and I will always prove that what the four saints did was right--”

“One day, once we succeed, people will not be lost again. ”

Old Nederweyn suddenly felt that he was surrounded by one more person, turned around and found that it was the Great Saint Walla, the same seriousness in the face of the old man, he remembered that His Royal Highness was also a student of the other.

Silver queen quiet down.

It's like feeling the presence of Vala.

But she didn't speak.

Listen carefully to the winds that belong to this era.

For her, maybe this is the last time.

It took a long time for her voice to speak faintly:

“… I have something to say to Count Tonigle. ”

Old Ned Wen turned around with Walla and looked at Brando in the Rose Garden, who was soothing Sy and felt their eyes wrinkled with frowns.

In his view, the Silver Queen was self-inflicted, not to mention he was reluctant to get into trouble at this time, but at this moment he read a plea from the eyes of two old men.

The old prime minister was fine, but Vala helped him at a critical time, and he couldn't refuse the other's request.

He patted Sy's shoulder gently and came to the queen's side.

He was slightly surprised to see Her Majesty again.

I didn't expect the dragon queen to be so decisive. Her Majesty, who was once immortal, could barely say a complete word at this moment. The girl's eyes revealed a glow of retention, obviously shortly before the world.

Her Majesty watched him with determination.

Seems like he's going to see another person's shadow.

Brando was somewhat intolerant and asked, “Isn't it Dragon Queen, Your Majesty? Where is that woman? ”

The Silver Queen shook her head powerlessly, her hands trembled out and Brando felt helpless. Faced with Her Majesty, he found himself unable to harden his heart and could only bow his head silently.

Only in this way can the Silver Queen's hand reach his cheek, and the slender fingertips gently touch the face, gradually overlapping the impression in her heart.

She opened her mouth and said, "Treat Roman well...”

The phrase was like a lightning bolt into Brando's heart. His cold hair stood up for a moment. He stared at Her Majesty, the weak queen, and did not understand why the other person had said such a phrase.

But the Silver Queen did not answer his question.

She slowly retracted her right hand, removed a ring from her finger and pressed it against his chest.

On that ring, is the supreme emblem of the Empire.

“... tell your grandfather that I love him. ”

Never regret...

This is not the word of a supreme man, but at this moment no one stands to blame.

Only old Chancellor Ned Wen stared at the Silver Queen: “Your Majesty, you can't...”

“You don't understand… the Chancellor.” Silver Queen softly interrupted him: “The power of the world has passed away, our world... needs a hope...”

“And I...”

“I must make up for my mistakes...”

A moment later.

The ring slipped off her hand.

Her Majesty's hand dropped gently.

She closed her eyes.

Thick and beautiful lashes never move again.

In the darkness, she finally remembered how it all changed.

……

“Darius, you have to send that baby girl away, kill her if you have to, hurry up, I... I'm afraid I'll regret it. ”

“I will take her away, but, Your Highness, your physical condition worries me, what exactly happened to you? ”

She's just smiling.

“I am your knight, and you must answer my question.” The voice said angrily, “What the hell is going on, Ms. Gwendolyn? ”

“Mr. Darus, Her Royal Highness is right. The Bukas and dragons will be here soon, and we must arrange everything before then. ”

“Perhaps so, but if you cannot answer my questions, you will see my stubbornness. ”

The dragon queen sighed.

“The power of that baby girl is beyond our imagination. In order to preserve Her Highness's life, I divided her soul into two parts and sealed that ‘being’ with her good-sided personality. I don't know how long this will work...”

“My lord, you better prepare yourselves. Your Highness may change her temper a lot in the future. I have done my best...”

“Better be--”

“So the Bukas...”

Gwendolyn's voice went down, as if all the voices had begun to subtle, as if angels were whispering in her ear.

Before the everlasting darkness came, she seemed to see a shining sword.

She knows.

The sword is called Amber.

It is the sword that changes the fate of the whole world.

……

(PS: There was a BUG in yesterday's article, mainly due to an omission from the previous edition and the first draft, here's to clarify that the Prince of the Mountains has been ashed.

Secondly, about the next volume, the next volume is the sixth and final volume of Amber, tentatively called the Throne of the End. Amber wrote today, five years old, and the plot is half way through, and the writing of this book is intended to incorporate the aspirations for idealism, so we often hear the discussion that the book is too idealistic, but I think that the pursuit of idealism may also be one of the noble reasons for humanity.

Historically, for thousands of years, whether the truth is right or wrong, and even if the process is absurd and tolerable, it has driven the search for the 'right’ driving force, driving our world towards civilization and order.

Even if we had regressed once in a while, we would always be able to look at the glittering spots in humanity and bring us out of obscurity.

Perhaps desire was born ugly, but at least we know how to reflect on ourselves.