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In this empire there was a large village full of happy villagers, a beautiful sparkling sea known as the Medteranian(SP?) Sea and a prosperus forest and of course towering mountains. What was more beautiful was the 300 foot fortress that stood strong and proud. Its many towers and windows and its vast surrounding gardens full of lush grass and fresh flowers. The fortress was white and sturdy. Very unusual for ancient Greek fortresses, but this was more of a style from Isia.

The throne room had a high ceiling with a similar painting of the one that Michaelangelo painted on the Sistine Chapel, and the light poured through the painting casting the room with a warming light. The walls of the throne room were covered in a chinese silk of maroon colour and the polished black marble floor shone relentlessly. The walls were lined with large portraits of other Swordstorms and royalty family and against the walls were suits of armor, shining to perfection. Hanging from the ceiling was a vast chandelier of diamonds and other precious jewels. There was a narrow royal red rug that leg up the stages two steps to two high-back thrones that were full of splendor. There sat the majestic queen...She sat tall at 6'0''.

She had chocolate brown silk-like hair fell to her shoulders in soft, lovely tendrils and her soft brown eyes were full of kindness and warmth, but her long, pale face was serious and her lush red lips pursed. The Throne beside her was empty..indicating she was not married. And on her head sat a diamond diadem, glinting with pride in the warm sunshine that filled the fortress of Avalastor. There were many guards and happy looking servants running around doing various things on the 9 floors of the fortress. This fortress spoke of strength of war and the creation was perfected by the empress.

She had been waiting, for something so it seemed. She was not tired nor exhausted and she would stay strong. She knew her empire safe in her hands and her mind and soul was devoted to this empire. She was calm and quiet, even though she was burning inside from the current events that had taken place. Annabelle taken from her throne and drove to the darkest places of Hell, not even the Devil could not go.

The empire restored to peace and the portraits of Empress Augustine and Emperor Saiid Caesar resided 10 feet tall behind the thrones. All was good, Victoria had fixed what at one time could not be fixed. Triumpth amongst the damned and courage against the storm. They had come through! And forever was Avalastor apart of the Heavens. The Gods had been kind. The empire had repaired itself.