Moss. Green Moss.

She was standing on the highest peak of Opium Mountains fully dressed for the ceremony: the long black skirt and the tunic made of violet steel track blocks. After-all the vast kingdom of Mystral relied on her tough shoulders. She was the warrior queen who had saved them when the white mist came. She was the one who fought with the fluffy clouds full of poisonous illusions. Her heart, stoned from years of battle, survived just because her life mission was yet to be fulfilled.

When the last ray of sun disappeared at horizon, she played with the big ring that was shining on her left hand thumb. Its blue waters were stained with red miniature figurines depicting her female blood line. All powerful women doomed to live and die alone. The process of procreation was revealed by the circle of magi only for couple of hours. After that their memories were erased.

Now her time came and though she usually didn't give much attention to the so called feelings, she had to admit that most probably the emptiness tormenting her diaphragm was anxiety. She kicked a small pebble in (maybe sic!) frustration, throwing it away in the abyss below. The pebble was falling with the speed of a rocket and landed with a small explosion on a bed of green moss.

"The hell with it. Let's finish it as I have to check the western gates of the black moor."

She turned and set forth to the grandiose granite bunker. When she walked, the wind didnt dare blow, the animals didnt dare breath, the trees didnt dare murmur their leaves. Only 2,000 m below in the chasm the moss was waving and modulating itself unaware of the blasphemy. It had been sleeping for too long and now it wanted to see the world. Rustling, stirring and shaking, the emerald blanket made way to a giant centaur with green eyes and pouty lips. When he yodeled happily, the sky cracked and the magi in the bunker met fear for the first time in centuries. They grabbed the flabbergasted queen and pushed her in the procreation room, locking her inside.

Too focused on the silly and defiant scream, at first she didn't notice the device popping up slowly from the floor. But then she gasped when she saw the huge disk on which there was a male trunk with 12 legs, 12 arms and 6 phalli. The lack of upper heads disturbed her the most. The hands were inviting her to come closer. Magically drawn by the monster, she took 1, 2, 3, 4 steps and...

"Oh you, mother f...s, yelled the queen. You impotent bastards. All this time..."
With a sudden move she pulled the short silver sword that kept her hair in a bun and slashed the 6 magi into small jumping pieces. Sprinkled with green blood, she smashed the door in one kick and run stormily outside. Her hair was following her silently brushing the marble floor. Right in front of the bunker the giant centaur was still yodeling and smelling flowers.

"Oh, someone is really pissed off." he said, slowly clopping toward her. "Do you wanna ride me?"
Bemused the queen kept silence, while taking in the meaning of what she was witnessing. Pure madness. But something in his eyes, something that did not belong to this world forced her to throw away the sword.
"What's your name, stranger?"
"Moss. Green Moss."

The future chronicles would mention 1234 movies made to honor their love story.