"The Halteese Republic has fallen, my Queen.", A female soldier said. These words, the Dalkian Queen took in, though her face showed no emotion, inside she was cursing, after all she had done to bring the Republic down, it fell in one campaign at the hands of a mere demon.

She got to her feet and walked to the balcony, ignoring the soldier's talk, looking out on her city. She knew Dalkia was next, Nightmare would not attack the Empire with her Kingdom still standing. She had to do something, to ally herself with another country.

Maybe, the Dark Legion, they had been allies for years, based on a shaky truce, but they had their own set of problems. Or the Empire? She felt anger at the very thought, to ask for help from that childish brat, Strife. But she knew she had to put her pride aside, in favor of her people.

She walked back to her throne and said, "Send emissaries to all neighboring nations, tell them of our situation. We need help." The soldier bowed then walked out of the room. The Queen looked at her throne, her lips quivering, for the first time since she was just a child, she felt frightened.