There isn't everything in the world which is sometimes impossible to climb. It's just far away to reach. Alexander the Great was a man who thought that the World was bigger than he would imagine. He

quankcet every place as far as he was able to go and there was nothing that could hold him back. His sight was painted in a bigger picture and is mind yearned for more knowledge. But then one day he met

the walls of a place called India. A place which was unknown to the world hidden behind an endless Wood. And yet it was Alexander who was able to enter it, who was able to see behind the cold white walls.

The Kings called him reckless and others called him a great man with great ambition. Even the King started to get interested in him but the young Queen knew that it was a bad sign. Once he would enter the

the city he would only meet his death.

The young Queen who listens to Alexander endless stories about his fight could only draw a picture of a man who was far different than everyone she met. Skin as pale as the moon in the night, eyes

which would remember one that the night didn't pass by while his hair had the color of the finest wood in Bahrat. She kindly laughed off by the thought that perhaps, perhaps she would meet him in her dreams.

But the one she met in the dream wasn't Alexander instead of a fire. A fire that seemed to devour everything. Thinking that this was just a nightmare she woke up just to see that the fire wasn't just a dream.

Slowly she saw how it devoured everything while the heat of it slowly tied up the air.

"My Queen!", she heard her maid shouting. "We must go, hurry up!" The Queen nod as she jumped out of her bed running towards the door.

"What happened?", she gasped her maid tried to find an away out of the fire.

"The Hun!", she answered.

"The Hun!?" How?"

"They came by night and started to burn down everything and killed everyone who tried to escape or fight back."

"But ... the Soldier, the Guards how was it possible to pass them by. And the King where is he?"

"My Queen!", her maid stopped as the entered the underground. She pushed slightly the wooden door. "We are in the underground of the Place. This place was built as an escape way for the Royals.

I can't hold up a candle since I don't know if the Hun decides to look around the area where the fire isn't spread yet. My Queen, you must survive. Whatever may happen you have to survive for us, for the country for Bharat."

"Tell me what happened to King!", she shouted as the maid started to put mud on her face. "Did he get away?"

"My Queen...we were betrayed?"

"Wait...what ... what are you talking about. I asked you about the King but you telling me that we were betrayed!"

"The Minister of War betrayed the King and his own nation. To take over the throne he made the King send away all the guards so he could sell him to the hun." , she answered her.

"Than...what...?"

"They cut off his head and pierced it on a lance, while his body was dragged behind his horse, which they set on fire, out of the city."

The young Queen gasped as the maid pressed her mouth with her hand. Not able to let out her voice, the Queen started to cry. The Maid grabbed her Arm and pushed her out of the door. Startled she

quickly turned around just to see how her maid put on her clothes with a bright smile.

"No...not you...don't leave me...!"

"My beloved Queen and my dear friend. I never regret to serve you. But now they need a Queen. So forgive me, my Queen, that I'm going to be the Queen for this night!"

"Noooo!", the young Queen shouted but the door closed leaving her out all alone. She slammed on the door calling her maids name, pleading not to go, not to be the Queen.

And the young Queen realized that this was just the beginning and she was the only one who would be able to stop it.