Olga

In that of the Dark lands, was a woman, she had dark skin, elf ears, she eas dark elf she was wearing armour with purple degine but it only cover ber side and privates, a cape that looked for Royalty this woman was non other Then Drak Queen Olga, or will Evil Queen, she was holding a staff and looked at a red crystal.

Dark Queen Olga, the ruler of the Dark Lands, stood tall in her throne room, her dark skin glistening under the dim light as she gazed into the glowing red crystal in her hand. Her elf-like ears twitched slightly, her sharp eyes narrowed with keen interest. She wore armor that barely covered her form, revealing her lithe and dangerous beauty, the purple designs intricately woven into the material signifying her regal yet ominous status. A flowing cape, rich with the colors of royalty, draped behind her as she contemplated the power before her.

Olga's lips curled into a sinister smirk as the red crystal pulsed with energy. "So it truly works… that masked man wasn't lying after all."

Her voice, though soft, carried a weight of menace, echoing in the empty hall around her. She twirled the staff in her hand, its head glowing with dark energy that mirrored the crystal's light. The thought of using this newfound power against her enemies, especially the Princess Knights, intrigued her, though she remained skeptical.

"But the Princess Knights…" Olga murmured to herself, her eyes narrowing further, "they are not so easily broken. Perhaps this is not the tool to bend them to my will. Or maybe… maybe there's another way."

She let out a dark chuckle, her mind already turning with plans on how best to manipulate this power to her advantage. "No matter. This is only the beginning. Whether they resist or not, I will find a way to make them mine."

Olga walked toward a window that overlooked the dark expanse of her kingdom. "The pieces are already in motion," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Soon, even the strongest will kneel before the Dark Queen."

As she held the crystal up to the light, the glow intensified, casting a shadow over her face, revealing the dark ambition lurking within her heart. Whatever plans she had in mind, the world would soon feel the wrath of the Dark Queen.

Olga, the Dark Queen, was undoubtedly viewed as evil by many, but there was more to her than just hatred or the desire for power. Her story was one of pain, betrayal, and desperation. The people of Celestine's lands saw her as the embodiment of Celestine's darkness, the product of the evil that had festered in the hearts of demons. Yet, this perception was far from the truth. Like Celestine, Olga too was a goddess reborn, though her path had diverged from the light.

Once, Olga and Celestine were close, sharing a bond that went beyond friendship. They were like sisters, spending countless days together, laughing and exploring the world with the same love for humanity. Olga, like Celestine, once adored humans. She cherished them, fascinated by their potential, their love, and their creativity. But everything changed when she witnessed the darker side of humanity—the cruelty that lurked within.

The enslavement of her people, both dark elves and elves, tore at her heart. At first, Olga believed it was an isolated event, an unfortunate incident that would pass. But as the years went by, the enslavement became more frequent. The dark elves were treated with disdain and hatred, reduced to mere property by the humans she once admired. Each time she pleaded with Celestine to intervene, her friend defended humanity. Olga could no longer understand her.

"How could you still love humanity?" Olga had asked Celestine, her voice breaking with sorrow and disbelief.

That question marked the day they changed. Olga's heart hardened, and she withdrew into herself, creating the Dark Lands as a sanctuary for her people. But as time passed, the war between her and Celestine began. At first, it was not as brutal as it would later become. But with each passing year, Olga grew more desperate. She wanted to save her people at any cost, and in that desperation, she turned to the monsters—beings whose lust knew no bounds.

She hadn't anticipated the extent of their cruelty, the way their hunger would consume not just the enemy, but her soul as well. To keep her army strong, she allowed the monsters to take women from the lands they conquered, using them as breeding tools. Though she felt guilty, Olga justified it to herself. To her, it was necessary. If she didn't act, her people would be wiped out. Winning the war, for her, was the only way to free her people from slavery and hatred.

However, there was always something holding her back—Celestine, the Princess Knights, and the damned Kuroinu and their leader, Vult. They stood in her way, constantly thwarting her plans, making it impossible for her to claim victory and secure the future of her people.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Are you okay, my lady?"

Olga turned to see Chloe, a young dark elf, standing by her side. She offered her a soft smile. "Ah, Chloe, you're back."

Chloe was no ordinary dark elf. She was half-human, half-dark elf, a child Olga had rescued long ago from the horrors of slavery. Ever since that day, Olga had raised her as a daughter, nurturing her and protecting her from the cruelties of the world. Chloe's loyalty to Olga was unshakable, born not from fear, but from love and gratitude.

"Yes, my lady," Chloe said, bowing her head. "What troubles you?"

Olga's smile faded as she looked out over her kingdom. "The war... it drags on, and I fear the cost may be greater than we can bear."

Chloe frowned, her eyes filled with concern. "You are strong, my lady. You've always done what's necessary for our people. They will understand."

Olga nodded, but deep down, she wondered if she had truly done the right thing. Her people were still suffering, and the war showed no signs of ending. She had sacrificed so much, but at what cost? The weight of her decisions pressed down on her, and despite Chloe's comforting words, the guilt lingered in her heart.

Chloe looked at her Queen. "My queen, our spys have told me something, it is about the Neutral Area".

Olga looked at her. "Oh what is it Chloe"

Chloe looked at her. "It is he cave the dragon you call Great Red was at, his barrier and him are both gone"

Olga just nodded. "Oh I See.... Great Red Freed... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Olga trembled as Chloe's words sank in. The mere mention of Great Red sent a wave of dread surging through her. Her mind raced back to the terrifying days when the dragon first appeared in their world. It had been a cataclysm like no other, something even she and Celestine, despite their divine power, could barely comprehend or contain.

The Great Red had descended upon their lands with a fury unmatched by any army or beast. It had torn through both Olga's dark legions and Celestine's forces with terrifying ease, laying waste to everything in its path. The devastation had forced the two former friends to unite for the first and only time since their bitter divide. It was an alliance forged in desperation, and even together, their combined might had not been enough to defeat the dragon.

"I thought we would die that day..." Olga whispered, her hands trembling as she recalled the roar of the beast, the heat of its fire, and the overwhelming power that had left them utterly helpless.

Chloe watched her queen with concern. She had never seen Olga like this—so vulnerable, so afraid. Olga was always the strong one, the one who led their people with resolve and strength. To see her shaken to the core by the memory of this dragon unsettled Chloe deeply.

"The Great Red is gone from its prison…" Olga repeated, almost in disbelief, her voice faltering. "We thought we had sealed it away for good. But now…"

She closed her eyes, remembering the only hope they had back then: Le Loi. The man who had changed everything. He had been their salvation, the one who had stepped forward to battle the dragon when neither Olga nor Celestine could stop it. Le Loi, a mortal, blessed by both goddesses, wielding powers from both light and darkness. His strength had been otherworldly, a perfect fusion of their divine gifts. But even he had not been able to kill the Great Red—only seal it away.

Le Loi had given his life in that battle. The memory of his sacrifice had stayed with Olga for centuries, etched in her heart. He was the only human who had ever truly impressed her, who had ever earned her respect. Even now, she kept a portrait of him in her private chambers, a silent reminder of the day when she and Celestine had stood united, and of the man who had made that unity possible.

Her voice was soft as she spoke again. "Le Loi... The only man who ever bore our blessings together... He fought bravely, gave his life to seal the beast, and now… it has returned."

Chloe stepped closer to Olga, her tone more firm. "My queen, what should we do? Should we alert the armies? Celestine will no doubt hear of this soon as well. If the dragon is free, it could mean chaos."

Olga's hands clenched into fists, her fear slowly being replaced by cold determination. "We must prepare. If the Great Red is truly free, then we may have no choice but to face it again. And this time…" her eyes narrowed, "there may be no Le Loi to save us."

She stood, regaining her composure as best she could. "Send word to our spies. I want to know the exact moment that dragon reappears. And tell the commanders to ready the troops. We will not be caught off guard again."

Chloe bowed. "At once, my queen."

As Chloe left, Olga walked over to the portrait of Le Loi in her chambers, staring at it for a long moment. "I wish you were here, Le Loi," she murmured. "The world could use a hero like you once more."

She turned away, her resolve hardening. This time, she would not rely on someone else to save them. She would find a way to protect her people, even if it meant facing the Great Red herself.

Radomira raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink with a sly smile. "Two different armies, you say? Well, darling, it seems your reputation is spreading faster than expected. But why would two armies be after you?"

Aiden set down his cup, his eyes narrowing as the feeling of dread gnawed at him. "It doesn't feel random. It's like something… ancient, something powerful is stirring. And it's aimed directly at me." He ran a hand through his hair, still adjusting to his new form and the strange sensations that came with it. His connection to magic, to power, had grown, but so had the threats that seemed to follow him.

Radomira leaned back, tilting her head. "Great Red, maybe? Or something else? You've become a magnet for all sorts of chaos since you got here. It wouldn't surprise me if both Celestine and Olga had you on their radar by now."

Aiden grimaced. "Great Red is one thing, but why would Celestine and Olga suddenly target me? I haven't done anything to provoke either of them... yet."

Radomira chuckled, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass. "Ah, love, but you have power. And in this world, power attracts attention, whether you want it or not. Celestine protects humanity, and Olga, well, she's got her own reasons for distrusting anyone who wields as much potential as you. Especially after what you did with the Dryad."

Aiden frowned, remembering the Dryad's final request and his absorption of her power. "That was different. I didn't want to—"

"Intentions don't matter to them," Radomira interrupted, her eyes glinting. "All they see is someone powerful enough to upset the balance. Someone they can't control. To them, that makes you dangerous."

Aiden leaned back in his chair, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "So, what do I do? If both Celestine and Olga are preparing for war, I can't fight them both."

Radomira smirked. "Who said anything about fighting? You could always charm them, dear. Or, if it comes to it… well, we deal with them one at a time. You have allies. You're not alone in this."

Aiden sighed, rubbing his temples. "I need to figure out why this is happening now. I can feel the tension building, but there's something more to it. Something bigger is coming."

Radomira stood and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out. But for now, maybe it's time to start gathering more allies of your own. If two armies are coming for you, you'll need more than just me and your wolf to keep them at bay."

Aiden nodded, the weight of his growing power and the looming threats settling heavily on his mind. Whatever was coming, he had to be ready for it.

Meanwhile in a different place, a orc army was charging in the sun, as then one of its own lande and died, the orc army stopped and ate the Orc, as they started to walk, as then someone was watching them. It was man in a white suit with a white mask.

The masked man watched the orc army devour their own fallen comrade with cold, calculating eyes behind the white mask. He held the red crystal in his hand, its eerie glow pulsing as if alive, reacting to the chaos unfolding below. The sky above was clear, the sun blazing down on the brutal scene, but the atmosphere felt heavy, thick with the scent of impending disaster.

"The Dryad was just the beginning," the masked man muttered to himself, his voice smooth and detached. "This crystal has surpassed my expectations. The Orcs are simple creatures—easily influenced, easily manipulated. Their hunger... it's insatiable now."

He raised the red crystal, feeling its power hum through his fingers. "The more they consume, the more powerful they become. It's only a matter of time before the Orc Disaster spirals out of control. Let them march across the Neutral Area, destroying everything in their path. Let the world tremble under their weight."

He turned, the folds of his white suit flowing elegantly as he moved to observe the path ahead. His plans were in motion, each step perfectly calculated. "The Orc Disaster will draw their attention—Olga, Celestine, even that upstart, Aiden. They'll all be forced to react. And when they do... I'll be ready."

The masked man smirked behind his mask, his eyes gleaming with hidden purpose. "This world will burn, and from its ashes, I will rise."

With a flick of his wrist, the red crystal shimmered brighter, and a ripple of dark energy shot out, further empowering the Orcs. Their eyes glazed over with bloodlust, their bodies swelling with unnatural strength as they continued their relentless march.

"Let the game begin," the masked man whispered, disappearing into the shadows, leaving only the monstrous roar of the Orcs to echo through the land.

To be continued

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