John Deacon awoke and sharp searing pain in his head told him, this was going
to be another bad day. For months, John Deacon had been having bad headaches,
and his doctors advised him there was no hope for him. The cancer had spread to
all his body, including his brain. John Deacon knew he was at death's doors.
John didn't mind. He had lived a long full live. He was ready to go.
He opened his eyes, and he awoke to a surprise. He was lying on a cold stone
ground, and the room was dimly lit. He had the faint impression he was
underground somewhere. And he saw around him, his close friends Brian, and
Roger were both lying unconscious along the floor, stone cold crazy.
A single guard was standing near the entrance, heavily armed. "Sir, you have
awakened. I was instructed not to disturb you until you had awoken." The man's
voice was kind, and John had the impression he was a young man. "Where am I?",
The guard replied, "You are in the secret chambers of the Queen, and I am
Amrock, the Queen's personal guard. The Queen has instructed that you are to be
given sustenance." The guard clapped his hands, and immediately, the door
opened and three servants entered, holding trays of steaming broths, bread,
grapes, and cups of wine. John heard his friends groan, and wake up. Both Brian
and Roger appeared groggy as if they had slept for weeks. The servants helped
them up and they all sat at the table where awaited them breakfast. John
ignored his friends, and persisted in asking the guard more questions. "Amrock,
where is my friend, Freddie?". The guard replied, "The Queen has instructed me
to tell you that your friend Freddie is assisting the Queen. Until then, I am
to care for your needs, and answer your questions. Soon, you shall meet the
John accepted the guard's reply and looked at his friends. Roger was feasting
on the hot stew, and freshly baked bread. Roger apparently hadn't lost his good
appetite in this life. With food stuffed in his mouth, Roger mumbled, "This is
really good! I am famished. Mmmm". Brian sat at the table with a dull
expression. John guessed that Brian was still in shock. And he couldn't blame
him. None of this made sense to him either.
For the next hour, they quietly ate their meal. They were all strangely
famished as if they had not eaten for weeks, and their hearty meal helped them
feel stronger, and better. After they were finished, their individual moods had
improved. Amrock observed them, and when he was satisfied, he said, "It appears
that you are now feeling better. I can see the health return to your faces. The
time is urgent, and I was instructed by the Queen to guide you to her. She
desperately needs to see you. The time is short. Great evil walks our lands.
Even now, thousands of good men die."
Brian raised his hands, and said, "Wait a minute. You're going too fast. Where
is Freddie. What does Freddie have to do with this Queen?".
The guard paused, and stated, "The Queen has instructed me to answer your
questions. And I shall. Your friend Freddie is a great warrior. He fights for
the Queen. And he has called you here into this world to help the Queen fight
the dark evil walking our lands. And you are also expected to fight for the
Queen." Roger burped loudly and said, "If this wasn't so ironic, it'd be
The guard gestured and said, "I am now to lead you to the Queen. She has been
expecting you. And the time is short". Brian, Roger, and John stood up and
followed Amrock. None of them felt any better because this didn't make any
sense. They weren't warriors. They were rock stars, musicians. Each of them
pondered the guard's words. Freddie was a great rock