"The king lay dead at my feet" Typo in original post, XD.
I walked through the snow towards the gates of the Grand City of Moip. A visor covered my eyes from the hostile snow and wind of the blizzard. But something was wrong. Even through the violent bursts of weather, the gates were visibly open. This wasn't normal. I hurried over to them, my camouflaged clothing serving as protection too.
The gates seemed to be hacked open. This was bad. Anybody with the power to use a melee weapon to open the heavy steel gates of this fortress must be using something unnatural. I pulled my assault rifle off of a bandolier on my back, slipping through the small crack. Inside the wall, the snow was being fended off by heated floor plates that melted it as it fell. This warmth radiated through my clothing, saving me from the frigid outside. I smiled from this sudden pleasure, but then I remembered my mission.
I proceeded down a small but clearly defined path past small cabins that seemed new and very hastily constructed. So far there was no evidence of a conflict, but it could've melted with the snow. An unnerving silence hung over the city. Normally, it would be echoing with the laughter of children, the grinding and pounding of craftsmen at work, and the various other noises of daily life. But now, no sound but the howl of wind was heard by me. This only scared me more, and I kept my weapon at the ready.
Although as I passed by a shopping complex, I heard gunfire and a panicked shout, followed shortly by an explosion. Silence took over again. This meant several things to me. It meant that the Royal Army was still fighting with whatever foe had arrived, but the level of success was worrying me. I had paused to contemplate this, but now I continued, aware that enemies could be all around me.
Finally I arrived at the castle. It was mostly for show, but these inner walls could still provide a safe haven for citizens and royalty alike, even from dangers like tanks and airplanes and artillery. I approached the gates and prepared for the worst. But these gates were closed. Barred shut from the inside. I brightened up. this meant that the King was probably still holding out inside.
Then I heard a shout, "Make way for the big guns!" I quickly jumped off the road and dove behind one of the rustic wooden houses in the street. Just now I noticed that the blizzard was letting up, and visibility was increasing. Now I could see much further, even if what I saw was rather horrible. Many of the rustic, old-fashioned log houses were destroyed and ruined. The more modernized homes suffered the same. It seemed that the invaders took no liberties to avoid collateral damage while storming the city. The house I was currently hiding behind was missing its windows and doors. I looked through a hole in the wall, presumably caused by a tank, and out through the front door.
I saw the Royal Army. This was awesome! A squad supported by an anti-tank gun, that was being dragged by a tank, were moving up towards the gates.
A man in sergeant's uniform shouted to them, "A'ight! This is good enough, set 'er down, and BLOW THAT GATE TO PIECES!"
The AT gun was set down by some soldiers and the tank moved aside, while keeping its turret level with the gate, ready for almost anything. The soldiers ran off the street and into the surrounding houses, readying various weapons.
The sergeant yelled, "CLEAR!" and pressed a button on a small remote.
The AT gun fired, rocking back and forth as the sound echoed throughout the city, Well now the entire invasion force knows we're here... I thought grimly as I looked at the smoking hole driven through the heavy gates.
Meanwhile the squad had reassembled and began slowly following the tank up to the gates. The sergeant tentatively prodded the gates, found them unlocked, and signalled to the soldiers to push them aside. The gates were successfully moved aside and the group continued through. I quietly trotted over, remaining as inconspicous and stealthy as possible, my winter camo helping with the second but making me stand out more, ruining the former goal.
Inside the gates was a massive courtyard, with huge bare tree, covered in snow, and a pleasant yet artificial meadow, also covered in snow. But here no heat plates could mask the signs of conflict. Bodies lay in the snow, staining it with the sickly crimson of blood. I finally got a glimpse at the invaders. They seemed to wear some sort of armor, like our supersoldiers, but looking at the numbers of dead, each one could probably take on about 25 of our most elite soldiers.
I gulped and continued to inspect the body, as the soldiers nearby continued to approach the castle, still taking no heed of me. I noted that the bodies were humanoid and the creatures possessed opposable thumbs, but they weren't human. Snow covered the visors of their helmets, so I tried brushing some aside to get a closer look at the creature inside.
BOOM! My thoughts and inspection were interrupted by an explosion from the tank. The soldiers had reached the castle building and the tank had fired at something within. The soldiers spread out a bit and also started firing inside. I decided to remain tactical and snuck around the side of the building, blending in with the "Winter Wonderland" theme of the courtyard. I reached a semi-broken window and used my elbow to knock out the hazardous glass shards. I sneakily climbed in, pleased that the gunfire from the soldiers masked my sounds. Assault rifle on the ready, I tip-toed through the remnants of some side passages, encountering only dead subjects of the King.
Finally I arrived in the Grand Hall, just a hallway away from the action. I was about to rush in but then saw something, and waited a second. One of the armored aliens ran past the Grand Throne and through to the battle. I checked to see if any more were present, and satisfied with the results of my search, approached the throne. The tapestries on the wall were burnt and stained with the blood of the staff and servants of the castle. The grand history of the Kingdom was now also literally soaked with blood, previously just metaphorically soaked with blood. But the artifacts of the Kingdom, golden scepters and jeweled crowns and other similar things remained intact, in little glass cases on tiny pedestals around the room. This gave me enough courage to continue.
And then I saw Him. The King Himself. Now lying in a puddle of His own blood and organs, with His Great Sword stabbed through Him. I walked over to Him, and commited an act of treason by flipping Him over onto His stomach. His eyes were lifeless and looking in different directions, His mouth was open and His eyebrows were contorted in an enternal state of surprise. His robes were red and soggy. His gold and jewels lay beside him in a neat stack.
He was a good King. I thought solemnly, But someone who hasn't yet taken the previous King's jewels must be tons better. I mused, He's dead now, so it can't be an act of treason. I almost chuckled at the thought, I never even knew what his name was... And now he's lying dead at my feet.
But now screams from outside brought me back to my senses. The Royals were losing the battle. Explosion shook the building. I ran over to the hallway to look out, assault rifle in my hands, but in my current state, I was as good as dead. A stocky mech was impaling a Royal with an energy blade, while shooting another repeatedly in what could be assumed was a head. Two of the armored aliens were mowing down Royals with compact rifles, while another was lifting the crew out of the tank and stabbing them, very systematically. One two one two one two. They had rhythm. Rhythm! In killing. They danced around, absorbing the few bullets of the Royals that managed to hit their targets.
It all stopped as quickly as it had started. I was entranced by this sight but now I realized that I was on my knees, assault rifle lying uselessly by my feet. I looked at the helmet of one of the creatures as it approached me, realizing that here was something so far superior to humans that it must be a dream, or that they were something out of a dream. It flipped up its helmet, moving with the grace of royalty. Well, now it was. Now its whole race was loyalty. It didn't matter who they were or how they acted, they were our rulers now. They were the Kings. I collapsed.