[ WP ] She tugged a thread and the tapestry unraveled . The rumble grew , as her city fell to rubble .

It was an amazing piece of rune-weaving this; the tapestry that filled the entire northern wall of the great chamber. The chamber itself was breath taking. White marble floors streaked with ribbons of cobalt ringed with each gentle footstep. Walls made of polished gray stone reflected silently the tears of the beautiful young woman adorned with a crown of roses, and a domed ceiling made completely of glass brought the very heavens close enough to touch. However, she had no time to admire the room, her attention focused only on the tapestry that was the room ’ s sole decoration. 
 
 Moon light struck the tapestry, and brought it to life. Silver threaded buildings glowed against a midnight blue backdrop. A bright blue ribbon sliced across the city, flowing like the river, and diamonds embossed in the weave hovered above the city like stars. Most striking of all though, was the blood red rune weaved against the moon. 
 
 One hundred feet long and fifty tall, it was a perfect depiction of the city. Or at least it was, before the invasion started. Still, the biggest landmarks of the city remained the same: the palace, the prison, and the fortress were easily recognizable, unchanged from the time of their ancestors. The only imperfection of the weave was a single loose thread, hanging gently from the bottom of the tapestry. 
 
 With steady hands, the she tugged the thread and the tapestry began to unravel. A faint rumble reached her ears as the first building collapsed. Screams too, as friend and foe alike were crushed under beneath the stone. The screams brought a bitter smile to her face; by this time, they almost all belonged to the invaders. She pulled harder, and the rumble grew as her city fell to rubble.
