Up North, a great horn sliced the cold air. The doors parted, slowly the ice cracking, and there leading the march was Queen Carmiella, in her ice armor, but with black, giant feathers strung about like a necklace. Of course she wore her ice crown on her mane-hair which looked like the tropic snakes (known for their vibrant blue and yellow color—and known to be impeccably lethal). McCullolt trotted beside his Queen lover, and KiKeck joined behind him, mastering a carriage of ice. She barely grasped the reins, glazed look in her eye.
All the evil of the North marched behind their Royal like subjected slaves. Those Crows flew ahead, each of them with several feathers stained blue like their Queen! Most of the force donned black, deathly black. Queen Carmiellia grinned a tight-lipped sadistic one as she directed the overhead crows to the battlefield. The Queen called out a shriek so loud, so damaging, that the ice trees split down the middle. And with that shout, she charged. All behind her raced with her.
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