<span style="color: DarkOrange"><b>‘Hiyaa!’</b></span><br/><br/>With an incredible swing the deceivingly frail looking woman forces the guard dressed in protective clothing down to the ground with a sword that glimmered like the sun over a deserthill.  As she lifted up her copper faceguard from her head, a curtain of long golden blond hair washed over her shoulders to touch the small of her back.<br/><br/>As with all elves, none could guess her age by just looking upon her delicate features. Her eyes still burned with an everlasting desire in a colour that did not in the least matched her lightly coloured hair. She had the eyes of the inhabitants of the elven city, a dark brown with golden specks that most of the sunkissed elves of Gha’mos had. But what distinguished her from the others were the regal features of her face, the rosey colour of her cheeks upon her pale skin.<br/><br/>But most of all, a crown made out of the oldest gold delved on earth. Unrefined and raw in it its nature, it would tell anyone who would behold her that she was their rightful queen. Though it was very unqueen-like to be covered in a fine sheet of sweat dripping down in pearls from her forehead. Kali could see that she had been practising, in the most fluid of dances, the art of swordfighting Maenwor elves were so famous for.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
‘’Sir Agoarh, I think I have yet again bested you. I dread the day I will find out you let me win from you..’’</span></b><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray"><br/>
‘’Oh but my dear queen, I doubt anyone in the kingdom would find it a disgrace to lose at your hands..’’</span><br/><br/>The guard bowed before the woman, and suddenly turned around in a defending stance upon hearing another person enter the practising chamber with force. It was not like<a class="externalLink" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/337/c/6/untitled_25_by_aditya777-d6wkp2o.jpg" target="_blank">Queen Lanthra</a>had a lot of men guarding her while she was in her castle, none of her people would dare to do her any harm. It was more the surprise that someone would disregard the usual courtesies at court before seeking an audience with the queen.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray"><br/>
‘’Who is there…’’</span><br/><br/>Lanthra silenced the knight as her fingers closed near his lips, cutting of the man’s sentence when she watched the new visitor undo her wrappings around her head.  She stuck her sword in her own sash, made of the purest gold thread that could be found in the kingdom. With careful steps, almost as if she could not believe her own eyes, she walked towards the woman. An elf, that she thought to  recognise as one of her long lost friends, a friend whom which she would have hoped, but never believed to see again.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">‘’Kali…’’ </span></b>She whispered, her own fingers covering her mouth in amazement as she stood before the kneeling elf.<br/><br/><b><i>‘’My queen’’</i></b><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
‘’It has been a very long time since this city saw your face in these sacred halls, my friend. It has even been a longer time since my arms could welcome you home. Please, rise, it is not fit for a lady of your status to kneel upon these floors.’’</span></b><br/><br/>Lanthra smiled, a kind and loving smile with a sparkle of concern in her eyes. She looked over at the state of her visitors clothes and wondered out loud what had happened to her, that had caused her once beautiful silks to be torn and tattered like they are now.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">‘’What, my dear friend, has brought you here in a state like this? Can I do, or get anything to aid you?’’</span></b><br/><br/>In the back of her mind she wondered if her childhood-friend would recognise her. She had been living for far too long inside the sacred halls of her castle in Maenwor, leaving her with a pale and creamy white complexion. So much unlike her friends own copper-skinned feature that they had shared a time long lost and almost forgotten. Her hair, now turned to a golden blond colour, with magical aid and out of a bored vanity of her own doing, was so much different than her original raven black hair.<br/><br/>Lanthra folded her hands neatly before her own bright white arabian-looking clothes, adorned with little bells and trinkets of pure gold. Patiently waiting for her friend to tell her what had happened to her in the past millennia.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>