Queen Lucario

You were requested (More like demanded) to lead a battalion of soldiers into a town, to spread the influence of your King. Once everyone was properly equipped, you lead them to the outskirts of the territory, but you all find nothing. But then, an obsidian-tipped spear hits on of your men square in the chest, a fatal blow. Then, in your team’s confusion, a team of soldiers emerge, in the lead, an armor-adored figure, with an obsidian spear in hand.

And thus, you all fought the opposition, but one-by-one your men fall, with little struggle shown by the enemies. But you’re loyal, so you continue to fight, exhausted. But unfortunately, some of your men surrender to the enemy, and get carried off. Then, your legs are hit with arrows, penetrating the flesh inside. Pain rings throughout your body, causing you to fumble and mess up your shots. Tired, exhausted, and pain-ridden, you collapse, and pass out.

You awake to two armored guards standing above you, in a dungeon. Without a word, the pick you up and forcefully guide you through the castle, arms restricted. Leading you into the throne room, you see a blue and black furred figure with red eyes, and a expensive crown on her head, sitting legs-crossed on her throne. A glimmering black, sharp-pointed obsidian spear in her left paw. Guards, make them kneel. The figure reveals her voice, a soft-spoken, yet intimidating tone. The guards forcefully make you kneel in front of her, making your gaze hit the floor, worsening your leg’s condition. So, you think you and your little team were able to take us down? Her voice is mocking, yet cruel. And you were the one to lead the miserable pack, but yet you failed. Her face contorts into a cruel grin. So how do feel about enduring and watching the execution of the men who desperately surrendered to us?