"Your time has ended, Soraciss," Mendwill said as her sword, the great Thring gleamed in her hand.
Soraciss looked up, before bursting out into a series of mad laughter. It was a high pitched one, and Mendwill felt as if her ears were being split. After some minutes, Soraciss stopped laughing.
"I'm the dark rose, Mendwill. The dark will always win, no matter what. One day I will return, and the whole world shall be mine."
"Then the light shall have courage and defeat you once more."
"Not if I return with more power, Mendwill."
" We shall see, Soraciss, old friend."
With that, Mendwill's sword pierced through Soraciss's chest. Blood flew out of the dark queen's mouth before her head dropped toward the ground.
"Idiot," Mendwill muttered as she stared at the field where the final battle had occured.
Most of both sides' warriors were dead. She was one of the few left standing. Mendwill stared at the sky as her knees bent, and hit the ground. The black queen was dead, but her end was coming too.
"Some life," Mendwill whispered as she saw her men rush up to her.
"My queen!"
"Dor, make my son, Argoth the new king. I will return to the world one day, when Soraciss returns."
Those were the white queen's final words, and she collapsed into Dor's arms, before taking her last breath. Like Soraciss, she will return to fight the dark again.
Up in the sky, the gods stared at the death of the two queens. The battle between them had been a brutal one.
"What shall we do?" Pris, the goddess of beauty asked.
"Leave them to be," Frinor , the king of gods answered.
"They are going to create a new story."
Frinor walked up to the crystal ball. He saw the future, and he saw Soraciss and Mendwill. They will come back and walk on the earth again.
"We'll see, my daughters, we will see," Frinor muttered as he stroked his chin.