Blood was dripping everywhere, loud bangs can be heard in distant lands, and sounds of clashing of swords can be heard, some had lost their life's and lucky ones were with one of their limbs missing.
Nothing was immune to damage everything that could be seen in distance stretching to horizons it was filled with chaos, despair, and death.
In the middle of it all, there was a loud cry, a cry that was filled with sorrow, sadness, helplessness.
There was a man in golden armor, that is now covered in blood, he was drenched in the blood of hundreds of enemies he has slew and he was still clutching his sword tightly and was on his knees.
This man had a powerful aura of a monarch and his blade was shining brightly covered in blood. He stopped moving and was continuously staring at the sky with tears in his eyes.
Some wicked creature that looked like a half-eaten corpse of elf soldier was walking rapidly towards him and raised his sword towards the man in golden armor, but in next instant the man that was on his knees motionless raised his sword almost as an instinct and the elf was sliced in two, seeing their comrade dead more of these undead creature starting to move towards him.
He looked week and pitiable at the moment and thinking of it as a chance this monster started to move towards him, from the right there were again elf soldier in half-eaten like state and some had their arms or body decayed, this time there were more than three. There was also a bird-like creature that flew from a distance, its eyes were missing, and skin on its head was missing, it was screaming and flying down towards him with its talons baring at him.
From the back, there was a loin-like creature but instead of red burning flames, it had smoke rising from its mane. It roared and started dashing towards him.
The man in golden armor was still in a daze staring in the sky. The sky looked ominous, it was pitch black, it was void of moon stars and clouds. It was just pitch darkness, but his eyes seem to be staring at something that seems like something was following something flying in the sky.
The beast had now approached very near him, suddenly the man's aura changed, the air around him started to crackle, blue-colored like lightning started inching every corner of his skin. With that a circle started to form under his feet, this circle was filled with strange symbols and inside that circle, another circle appeared and that also was filled with strange symbols, but this time the symbols were less than the outer circle. the outer circle was filled with thousands of strange symbols that were flowing here and there, then inside it, a new circle was filled with more than 800 symbols and then again a new circle inside of that. the new circle kept on forming inside the existing circle and they also got filled with symbols instantly. thousands then hundred and then dozens then ten till innermost ring was occupied with 1 single symbol was left.
As the last symbol was etched the circles came alive they started to spin and inside them, the symbols started on the rampage, like a hungry wolf these all symbols started to fight with each other, some symbols got devoured by other symbols, and some symbol killed each other in the fight.
It was a strange situation and all this happened in a fraction of a second, and as the beast was just upon him, only one strange symbol was left, it held the power of each of its all previous symbols, and it was a symbol called "Ragnarok Rune", this was the most powerful spell under his command and as he released it, it was like the world felt still, the time stopped and the beast was left hanging in the air.
The man's tears were frozen in the air, his hand clutching his sword tightly and his eyes still looking at the sky,
[father ….. father …..father….]
The man's mind was echoing in these words but not a vibration left his mouth, the spell was casted and it required immense power to fuel it as it was the greatest spell his kin has ever created and will ever be able to create in the future.
The lightning crashed on the ground, burning the beasts sounding him to ashes and all the ones he deemed as enemies, lightning after lightning crashed on the ground and traveled like snakes to strike its target. at this moment the whole black night was shinning with bright lightning and the world echoed in thunder boom. This powerful spell sucked all the power that was left his veins with, and with that, the spell was slowly lifting.
The world started to revolve again slowly, the man's tears started to flow again and as he opened his mouth and shouted
[Father let me help u for the last time, let me be the one, let me repay for my sins]
As he shouted with a heart full of sadness, regret, pain. A voice could be heard inside his head. He tried hard to listen but was unable to listen to them, he was so sad as he could feel these were the final words of his father.
The voice ended and all this man could hear was
[….. as you are my son.]
His heart bleeds and his soul cried at these words, as he knew that these were the final words of his father that he ever will hear.
The time has now started to flow normally and all that was left were ashes of enemies, land filled with dead comrades, and a lonely son.
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[ah ah ah]
With the heavy breathing I woke up, my whole body was covered in sweat and burning as if I was on fire.
Unknown to me I had started crying as this frail body of this little child could no more hold the wretched pain of this heart.
She woke up from her light slumber, and quickly held me in he arms, and started to shake them like a cradle. Slowly-Slowly she started to pat me and brought me into her embrace.
Her aroma and heartbeat In my ears more like a medication therapy and slowly but surely it finally calmed my heart. I gently opened my eyes to look into her eyes, and I saw her smiling at me. With that my heart was calm like ice and I stopped sweating and crying.
She also wiped her tears with one hand that was falling, seeing me like this. She hugged me more tightly and said
[ little alan thank god u stopped sweating and crying, I was so scared… if anything would have happened to you how would Mumma live… oh thank god it was no problem with you, oh thank god I think my little alan had his first Monster Dream … it is all my fault that I recited that war story, so next time I will recite a fairy tale ok so now my alan will then get sweet sweet dreams ok]
As she said such her worried face was replaced with a happy smile, I also forced a smile. She was very close to it was really a dream, but little did she know that it was not just a bad dream but a Nightmare.