A staff hammered the floor, breaking the formidable silence.
“NO!” The queen roared, “NO WAY IS THAT GOING TO HAPPEN!”
The king looked at her icily. “Yes my dear it’s going to happen, darling.” he spat, his voice laced with sarcasm.
The queen shot him a fuming look, about to burn with anger, when instead, found herself smiling at what she could easily do with a click of her fingers.
Click!
She stood there; sweat dripping from her brow, her eyes blazing with the heat of anger and vigour, with two orbs of fire, one smouldering in each hand. She cackled maniacally, and hurled the fire to the king.
But the king was prepared just as well, throwing his two orbs of ice straight at the fire and watching in anticipation as they slammed straight into each other, exploding into the air.
The king and queen growled alike, and glared at the trumpeter, who played a tune of an introduction to a big speech. However, instead of a big speech, all the trumpeter got was the king and queen shouting simultaneously: “LET THE WAR COMMENCE!”
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