Ash fell from the sky and collected like snow on the ruins of the ivory castle.
Princess Avendale scoured the rubble until she stood in the throne room. The half-buried crown had survived, protected from the surrounding chaos by powerful magic. She smiled as she picked up the crown and placed it on her head, atop her hazmat suit.
At last it’s mine, and not a soul to stand against me.
Earth’s weapons were too powerful for her people. The Queen forbade portal magic to Earth, denouncing humans and their machines.
Fool. Only at the end did she see their use.