The War Palace

[thethiefofvictory 339]

The doors of the War Palace were wooden. Made of fine brown wood, the finest Time had to offer. A species of tree went extinct as a result.

 

The doors have never decayed, even as the millennia old building they guard falls apart, kept standing only by the pseudo-immortal robots patrolling its grounds. They know they’re the last of their kind.

 

The assassin heard the sounds of swords colliding with each other. Of guns being fired and reloaded. Of screams, beckoning the young soldiers to train. All from behind the ancient fortress.

 

The war was her creation. Someone promised her money to kill a noble and frame the royalty. She got her money, but her actions had unforeseen consequences. The war laid waste to the city. It’d take another century to rebuild it all. Most thought, and still think, of the war as punishment for the evils of the city’s residents. Was it?

 

The building she stood before was the War Palace. The fortress of ancient tradition, built to protect the royalty, government and army. To fight. Its activation was the declaration of war. Its deactivation, the announcement that war has ended.

 

Twenty years had passed. Two decades of war. Yet the War Palace remained devoid of life. Decaying. Dying. Nobody could dare challenge the hundreds of robots the city’s ancestors had built. If someone did, they would be chopped to pieces by the mindless hunks of metal, or shot or stabbed by one of the many factions fighting the war.

 

The sky was black. The sun was nonexistent. So was the moon. It was afternoon. It would rain soon.

 

A droplet of water fell upon her. Then another, and another. Then a thousand more.

 

The river screamed and raged. It would flood soon.

 

She heard gunshots, and screams. She heard swords, and smelt blood. Somewhere, two or more factions were fighting. Someone would see her soon, and kill her. She would rather die by the hands of the robots inside.

 

Her hands reached the wooden doors of the War Palace, and pushed them open. Ten robots greeted her, smiling. Their white hands were swords and daggers that held guns. Their black eyes stared at her intently. They scanned everything. Her thoughts, memories, her DNA. She trembled with fear, for she knew this.

 

It is impossible to fool the Protectors of the War Palace.

 

She stared into their black, robotic eyes. She saw confusion. She heard the robots talking to each other. She did not understand their language, but she sensed that they did not know what to do. For once, they were lost.

 

Then came the words that would define her fate, and theirs.

 

“Target identified. Welcome. Long live the Queen! Long live the Royalty! Long live Peace!”

 

She smiled. It worked.

 

[Hex 11,520]

Approved

[thethiefofvictory 339]

Wait, were there no typos or anything? Wow... :p

[hi-its-mebachoo_3000 1,247]

What worked?...

I guess I'm just as confused as the robots :lol:.

[thethiefofvictory 339]

What worked?...

I guess I'm just as confused as the robots :lol:.

It worked - plan worked. Basically, protagonist pretended to be, or perhaps is, the Queen of Peace. But then the Protectors can't be fooled? Again... complicated. 

Edited July 18, 2018 by thethiefofvictory