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Well, I saw some other stories around here, and just felt like trying it out. I'm 14 years old and no writer so forgive me if I start rambling. I really don't know where I'm going with this, other than it loosely follows one of my games. Comments and suggestions appreciated. Here's the first part. And, I really tried to make this a serious one, but you'll see that after about the third sentence I ditched that approach 
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Dictator Cleopatra set her gaze westward. The saying was true: The sun never set in the Egyptian Empire. Powerful beyond belief, the Empire, her Empire, spanned three entire continents with colonies in many others. But all this wealth, glory, and power came with a price. She no longer had any friends, and every other civilization, although furious with her, would not dare match wits with so powerful an adversary. And now, like so many other great leaders with little to do, Cleopatra spent her days knitting woolen afghans and her nights pushing her puny "friends" against the wall and demanding tribute at the threat of war. Most acknowledged her vastly superior strength and were quick to accede to her demands, but others steadfastly refused. However she didn't press; the quilt for her new grandson Moses was not quite finished yet and she would not allow another war to distract her.
"Advisor!! Enter my chambers!" Cleaopatra barked rather loudly.
"Yes, madam. How may I so graciously serve thee?"
"Guess the number."
"Wh-wh-what number madam?" The advisor's eyes glanced nervously around.
"The number in my head, you insolent fool!" She was becoming impatient.
"Ffff-fo-ffff-four?" The advisor said, he stared nervously around, afraid to look up. Cleopatra's eyes narrowed. "Wait! I meant to say nine! Yes! That's it! NINE! Please, I beg of you, forgive my transgression." The advisor whimpered.
"No." Cleopatra said nonchalantly. "Guards, off with his head."
The guards were quick to take him, and although he tried valiantly to shrug them off, it was no use. He was carried kicking and screaming to the depths of her palace.
Cleopatra had become unusually harsh as of late. Ever since the war with Babylon which erupted over some trivial land annexations in Scandinavia, and which also ended without Cleopatra ruthlessly razing the entire nation, she hadn't been her jovial old self. Waging war across the sea is expensive and hard to maintain, and although she easily succeeded in driving out the colonies that had so haphazardly parked next to her glorious nation, sending troops to North America in order to battle the Babylonians on their home turf became a lesson in futility. Yes, she was the most technologically superior civilization in the world, but the advances she needed just were not there. But things were different now.
Meanwhile, in Persia.....
"Emporer Xerxes, word has just arrived that our naval shipyards are assembling these new Ironclads, as they've been called, at an enormous rate. Our Navy will easily become a force to be reckoned with."
"Ironclads you say? Tell me more." Xerxes was intrigued.
"Of course. The makeup of an ironclad is leaps and bounds above that of frigates, sir. Clothed fully in metal, these glorious ships are capable of withstanding brutal attacks of cannon fire. What's more, the revolutionary gun turret mounted on these warships eliminates the arduous and highly dangerous task of turning the ship broadside in order to fire. No longer must we give enemies any advantage they do not deserve. And finally, sir, our ship's movement is not subject to the whims of those dastardly wind currents, because the ship is run entirely on steam! It's is amazing in every sense of the word, sir."
The messenger rambled on incessently for another few minutes before being abruptly cut-off.
"Yes, yes, I see your point. These ironclads are the break I have been looking for. Those brutish Egyptians will no longer stand as the superpower of our world, and I, Xerxes, will be the one to dethrone him. Early reconaissance suggests that the Egyptian Navy is still heavily dependent upon Frigates. Even better, we saw in the Babylonian Wars that those whimpy caravels still saw some use. Yes... this is exactly what I've been waiting for. Messenger how long before we have a fleet of these new ships?"
"Only a few months, sir"
"Excellent. Excellent indeed. Egypt, you will live to regret your savagery."
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Dictator Cleopatra set her gaze westward. The saying was true: The sun never set in the Egyptian Empire. Powerful beyond belief, the Empire, her Empire, spanned three entire continents with colonies in many others. But all this wealth, glory, and power came with a price. She no longer had any friends, and every other civilization, although furious with her, would not dare match wits with so powerful an adversary. And now, like so many other great leaders with little to do, Cleopatra spent her days knitting woolen afghans and her nights pushing her puny "friends" against the wall and demanding tribute at the threat of war. Most acknowledged her vastly superior strength and were quick to accede to her demands, but others steadfastly refused. However she didn't press; the quilt for her new grandson Moses was not quite finished yet and she would not allow another war to distract her.
"Advisor!! Enter my chambers!" Cleaopatra barked rather loudly.
"Yes, madam. How may I so graciously serve thee?"
"Guess the number."
"Wh-wh-what number madam?" The advisor's eyes glanced nervously around.
"The number in my head, you insolent fool!" She was becoming impatient.
"Ffff-fo-ffff-four?" The advisor said, he stared nervously around, afraid to look up. Cleopatra's eyes narrowed. "Wait! I meant to say nine! Yes! That's it! NINE! Please, I beg of you, forgive my transgression." The advisor whimpered.
"No." Cleopatra said nonchalantly. "Guards, off with his head."
The guards were quick to take him, and although he tried valiantly to shrug them off, it was no use. He was carried kicking and screaming to the depths of her palace.
Cleopatra had become unusually harsh as of late. Ever since the war with Babylon which erupted over some trivial land annexations in Scandinavia, and which also ended without Cleopatra ruthlessly razing the entire nation, she hadn't been her jovial old self. Waging war across the sea is expensive and hard to maintain, and although she easily succeeded in driving out the colonies that had so haphazardly parked next to her glorious nation, sending troops to North America in order to battle the Babylonians on their home turf became a lesson in futility. Yes, she was the most technologically superior civilization in the world, but the advances she needed just were not there. But things were different now.
Meanwhile, in Persia.....
"Emporer Xerxes, word has just arrived that our naval shipyards are assembling these new Ironclads, as they've been called, at an enormous rate. Our Navy will easily become a force to be reckoned with."
"Ironclads you say? Tell me more." Xerxes was intrigued.
"Of course. The makeup of an ironclad is leaps and bounds above that of frigates, sir. Clothed fully in metal, these glorious ships are capable of withstanding brutal attacks of cannon fire. What's more, the revolutionary gun turret mounted on these warships eliminates the arduous and highly dangerous task of turning the ship broadside in order to fire. No longer must we give enemies any advantage they do not deserve. And finally, sir, our ship's movement is not subject to the whims of those dastardly wind currents, because the ship is run entirely on steam! It's is amazing in every sense of the word, sir."
The messenger rambled on incessently for another few minutes before being abruptly cut-off.
"Yes, yes, I see your point. These ironclads are the break I have been looking for. Those brutish Egyptians will no longer stand as the superpower of our world, and I, Xerxes, will be the one to dethrone him. Early reconaissance suggests that the Egyptian Navy is still heavily dependent upon Frigates. Even better, we saw in the Babylonian Wars that those whimpy caravels still saw some use. Yes... this is exactly what I've been waiting for. Messenger how long before we have a fleet of these new ships?"
"Only a few months, sir"
"Excellent. Excellent indeed. Egypt, you will live to regret your savagery."
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