Scene 4 "The Death March".

-Master, the diary is over, wake up, I know you can't really sleep, could you tell me what happened next?

-Well, sit here next to me, you see, our non-relationship of several years was tragically interrupted, as in every story worth telling, there was an inconvenience, and in this case it was the king of the island of the broken swords who had lost his only descendant even before he was born, when he found out that he could not be a father, It was at that moment that he realized that choosing the most beautiful woman in his kingdom had been a bad choice, and came to his mind the terrible idea of getting his heir to the throne with the help of the best warrior of all time, as soon as he finished the fatal outcome of his own family, he announced his marriage to ROSA.

Without warning, one morning while she was shopping for supplies at the town market in the middle of her journey, she was approached by a messenger, with a letter that when it reached her hands, it was already 2 months old, carried by a high ranking mantis commander and delivered to her only after saying:

-At last we found it

-The scroll read:

4 of Araneus 9939

"ROSA, you will be the lucky one to provide me with an heir to the throne, our children will enjoy absolute wealth and power, the lineage we will have will be able to rule over all of Insectopia, our wedding will be on the next moon, p u t a s i d e that nonsense about ending the Lord Demon and go home, there will be no second invitation."

Sincerely yours. - King Magnus Golden-Sword Magnus

Something happened in her mind while she was reading those lines, that let her know what was really happening, and just as she finished reading the scroll, she was surrounded by two dozen mantis soldiers with armor, they would escort her by force to the kingdom of the swords, that was the plan from the beginning, to take her at any cost, ROSA did not fight, she did not want to kill pawns who only followed orders, she thought of their families waiting for them to return, their children, their parents and all the people who would wonder why she did not return from her mission? If it was only to escort a bride to her wedding, she only accompanied them, or rather they all began to follow her.

Days passed, ROSA did not respond to any of the questions or conversations they tried to initiate, she just walked without stopping, without talking, without eating, without sleeping, day or night, she did not stop, she did not even follow the marked paths, i n s t e a d s h e established a route in a straight line from the Kingdom of Flowers where she was at that moment to the Island of Swords, the other side of the flat world where we live, the young warriors could not keep up with her, they wanted to sleep, they wanted to eat, they wanted to rest because even their trained feet were already bleeding inside their boots, but she did not stop, the journey that had lasted years, now she traveled back without resting.

Little by little the soldiers were left on the road, the first one fell under the scorching desert sun of the Inhospitable plain of the Biznagas, now his life meant something, he would become food for the desert carrion, his death would give life to other creatures, her life had more meaning now than escorting a bride to the funeral of her future husband, in the first cold night with freezing temperatures, because that desert is really changeable, four more young soldiers died, more food for the flora and fauna adapted to this inhospitable place, thought the future bride.

The sandstorms and bottomless pits with shifting sands of that linear route, claimed the lives of five more, (an offering to the desert, so they were more useful than escorting it).

After ten days without stopping for even a few minutes, the suffocating humid heat of the Axolotls jungle, with temperatures of more than 50 degrees, ended up making four young soldiers sick and killing them, the heroic journey with moments of peace with their invisible love had now turned into a death march.

Arriving at the volcanic zone of Insectopia, a place guarded by the scorpion rebels, brutal mercenaries without honor, who lived in a place just like them, where a false step meant falling into magma and so it was, the last of the line, three strong soldiers who had resisted those twenty days without stopping, who due to their high capabilities guarded the rear of the group made a false step due to their exhaustion falling straight to be disintegrated, Their screams alerted the rest of the dwindling group who, when they turned around, could only see the smoke that their bodies created when they fell into the imperturbable lava.

At last they were close, the swampy marshes, a vast sad and apocalyptic place, were not a problem for a well trained mantis soldier, but in those deplorable conditions, the toxic vapors took control of their minds, making three of them hallucinate believing that the rest of the group had transformed into demons marching towards their country with the intention of wiping out their families, they did what they were trained to do, they attacked with perfect timing, using stealth tactics from the rear as silent assassins, as training dictated that you should attack a group larger than your own, and so, in trying to fend off the attack six soldiers rest in peace in the dark swamps, yet another offering to the ruthless nature of Insectopia.

The death march continued towards the Island of the Swords, the long sea voyage remained to be made, however, the crew no longer existed, only the commander who was barely standing and ROSA, the ship was so big that for her it was a waste of time to board it, she approached a palm tree and with a swift movement of her swords cut it and gave shape to a minimalist individual raft, which she threw into the sea to jump on board standing up, in perfect balance despite the waves of the coast, she took out her two swords and began to execute techniques of

The only ones who witnessed this unexpected method of transportation were the commander, who was watching her depart from the ship, and myself.

Nothing could stop her, she crossed the ocean with all the loneliness that the wide sea surrounding the island can offer, for a long time there was nothing but blue, just blue, a flat and coarse blue, the sky and the water varied only one tone, no clouds, no foam, just blue, just her, just her destiny that she faced head on.

At last he crossed the thick fog that surrounded the island, and managed to jump the sharp sword-shaped rocks that give it its name, until he reached the beaches of his country, when he got off his improvised ship after 25 days without stopping and touched the sand again, he felt his body charged with energy, the gleam in his eyes was burning, finally the death march that had cost 23 lives was coming to an end.

The bride was ready for her nuptial encounter.