Sitting atop the peak of a tower covered in windows and gapes that give it the feel of a jenga tower a man sits. Dressed completely head to toe in grey robes of a monk he has long black hair. Next to him a woman in red. Red hair, red eyes, red lips, red clothes and a pale skin tone.

“ How goes your war on freedom Red” The man in grey said jokingly. His words as much a morkie of himself as they were of here.

“ Endless seas of the naive still willingly run them self through with their own blades then fight for me. The Legions charge into lines of the holy in bloody conflict of their own fears they send their blades forward in hope to piece the heart of the faithful with in doing so only open their own hearts to those of the enemy spear. The lights of god forever acting in defiance to the will of the magic bombardments that assault them night and day. We will win but in turn I hear talk of the church sending a 465 crusade against me. My people starve in my system that I made for them.

Simple fools have twisted my great dream, my life work into a nail that will without doubt seal my hope and worry away. It is only a matter of time until I start purging my court again due to their corruption and then there's you who is running around behind the scenes plotting something. It actually going pretty well Grey.” The girl spoke with a energetic tone despite her face revealing a deep melancholy about the situation.

“ It been like that for so long that I am starting to forget the days after I became the Red Queen and yet the days before and after I meet you are so clear. The beginning of this story despite it happening so long ago is still so clear to me Grey.”

The man leans his head on her shoulder his form warping to match hers and he keeps his colour code of grey. Grey eyes, hair, lips and clothes that change from a grey shirt and paints to match the royal yet non movement restricting fabric based clothes of Red. Clothes that give her a royal atmosphere. Then he frowned to himself and sat up right grabbing reds head and pulling it into his embrace. Red huffed then asked “ Remember when I would cry when I was betrayed by a friend? Can you believe that it has happened enough that I am no have become cold to the idea that somebody just wants to do good and yet you have always stayed by my side. Why do you have to make it so hard for me to stop caring and just simply lock my heart away so it will never hurt again. Is the hole love of my life feeling I have for you painful or my only escape. Just knowing their is an ulterior way to live like you do is hurtful and my will to stand with the title of Queen stumbles far more than I remember it used to Grey.”

Grey patted her head for what felt like hours and with every second that passed Red felt like she gained clarity and strength. They were both overlooking a group of 50 slaves being funnelled into a pleather of cages on the back of a caravan. They were getting ready for a long climb ahead as armed mages stood to prevent runners.

Grey spoke

“ You could try again. It is clear the system isn’t working as it should be. We could live in the wood for a couple hundred years then fake a legendary return. Just the two of us.”

“ You know I am too invested to see this place fall. Maybe one day but for all the harm I have brought when I bested the former overlords that governed this place I did so with the intention of creating a better world. An equal world but… all I have done is build a new dictatorship just with me at its head. Maybe it was my pride but I honestly might have… you know I never planned the theoretical purges of last century or the ones before that and I know I knew called myself god either. I can see them calling you after all you took the sharmens of the past and gave them magic theory when you put the local elves through your semi indicanation into the post magic revolution that you brought up. The humans respect you because you allowed them to become part of the race of humanity as a hole and elf and human racism is all but gone. But in its place even suggesting opposing ideas and beliefs to mine has become… a death sentence. And I have grown too lazy to do anything about this. Maybe you were right and my job ended the moment my father's head fell to the ground. Let's spend the weekend together.”

Grey smiled at this idea. He honestly found Red instance to lead others idiotic in his opinion. He felt that people didn’t need a great eye in the sky to lead them. Sure they occasionally did really strange things like make him the focus of their worship but with all things it was a give and take.

Grey believed that unless a system that could be made to suit the individual then all society would be in some way wrong. The moment you stop looking at the individuals and look at the ground you start missing things. And once it no longer one society but a mix of different groups each with their own identity then friction between them is normal and the problem with this is people often have trouble accepting others into their in group or at least humanity does. So when red told him she would make a utopia he was curious as to how she would do it.

however all she had become was a tyrant with good intentions. Well they say the path to hell is paved with good intentions. And really that all it is... her empire is not that different then a normal one only solders full the place of nobles and that it’s in the middle of a food shortage all the time every second of every day due to the war that is being waged on us.

Well if we are being more honest then it’a not war but wars.

Not once did he doubt her in this quest. Grey believes that Red will save the world without a doubt and he sits by waiting in anticipation as to the how and when but never once was it the if. But his perception is skewed. He is over ten thousand years old and any major change made to the world… is because of the woman elf next to him or he himself and it wasn’t as if they attempted to do this when they woke up in the morning or planed it out it just seems to happen at points and then the world is so changed that he wonders how the world was like before even though he was around long before the elfs even invented a language. When their was thousands of dragons.

Then came the elves. They struggled in everything they did so they looked to the beast that were unmatched in existence, the dragon and from them they built language and hierarchy and for a time the elves lived in peace. It wasn’t until some said do you think we could do better that everything went wrong. And soon Grey believed that he would change the face of war once more in Reds favour. He was planning on taking six disciplines for an brand knew methods of war. Once that uses the soul to cast a technique. Grey looked down upon the approaching slaves. They would become the new face of war. Or at least those who had survived will. He through about the 4 disciples waiting at the convoys destination he had selected already and the new legion he was making. The holy arguments of god are devastating but soon we may gain the advantage again.

Then a hero came and calmed everything down by stabbing anyone that wouldn’t just calm the fuck down but that was long ago and if anything all that hero did was by shear luck have Red and Grey meet although at the time they both went by very different names. But that story is not this story.

Because from below a nameless girl looked up and saw Grey and at the time she didn’t think much of her situation as the slaver had beaten free will out of her long ago now she moved as she was told and no more but… in their very back they would come to know that she was completely broken yet. No she was strong in one belief.

If I fight that man I will surly die.

It was like instinct.