Oval, was the name of this land. Heaven, This beautiful plains with farming fields and green pastures on its sides. A huge lake half the size of the entire land of arga. Rivers could be seen. Two leading to the four golden palaces that beyond the lakes, held a promise to kiss it in a few years to come should it grow.
You could tell, this land was prosperous. Anyday laughter was heard echoing along the mountains from there. Their chariots, not of fire but of magic roamed the land. But never touched it. Nor did they ever hit something or fall.
They were a beauty to behold. Chariots drawn by no beast though their lands, these beasts enchanted beyond the fairies of Arga roamed. Beasts that in the dark glowed. Or those that the end of the rainbow knew, for they make them. The air, the ground the water, these beasts knew all. Beasts with wings so majestic even the Swans of Uriel grew instantly jealous of.
Their horses, the fastest in all the land, some endowed with wings. Others with a single horn. Or both. These added just a pinch of salt to the sand by the sea to the beasts that roamed this land.
Or maybe the guards of these lands. Their lions. As big as an elephant. Or the dragons that spit both fire and came and left with chaos. Torrential rains that filled the never drying lake. The flying serpents they call kgwanyape. The mothers of all dragons.
True it was a land of fantasies. A land forgotten from the days of creations. A city from the golden age of men. It was a haven. A beautiful place untouched by gods. Beautiful beyond measure and removed from the chaotic world beyond its borders.
The only proof of its ancient contact with the world was the island that lay at the center of the golden palaces. Right were the rivers met before they split again, like the cardinal points of a compass, the island lay. Atop of it the most beautiful of all pyramids on earth lay.
As clear as quartz and as beautiful as a diamond was the pyramid of the moon. The pyramid that glowed beautiful upon the night.
But not on this night.
Nor in any other night to follow.
This night Ovale was not Ovale. This night, darkness had descended upon Ovale, the city of light.
Instead of laughter, cries ran throughout the city. The crystal pyramid that once glowed while, gleamed red with blood. The rivers that had crystal clear water ran crimson red with blood and the beasts ran not to the center of the city but to the edge of the walled city to save themselves. All crying and praying upon the spirits of their ancestora to be saved. To be spared for the days to come.
But none were.
A rage of a judge was unleashed upon it. Fires, none dared to burn as he walked along its alleys with his sword drawn for fear they too be cut.
Winds roared like angry dragons.
Lightning flashed and struck the palace that fell.
Thunder roared to silence all those that dared to cry from below and rain, as cold as a winters night fell with a vengeance. But not to give life to the plains of Ovale. But to clean the descecration and blood of the people of Ovale. The Aerum. To clean also the sins of ovale so the generation to come not be born with the sins.
But upon the chaos, rushed but weak steps could be heard. Like a faint insult to the falling rain and raging winds, splattering into water and wadding away from the rain.
The thatched roof of a house flew off as a shadow ducked the falling roof and cowered behind a wall that was slowly falling apart.
The shadow walked into the light of the crystals that lit the city. The figure behind the shadow grew illuminated and all could tell who it was.
A crouching woman wearing a long white dress that was so wet, it clung to her like trouser. Her hair, as grey as a hundred year old woman who lost all her melanin, stuck to her skin even on her face as it flowed mostly to her back.
She trembled as she held the bundle she was carrying to her chest and battled the wind and rain that threatened to blow her away.
Her face went into the light and one would only assume she was a scared ghost that was drowned in the sea.
Her face was pale almost lifeless. But her expression didn't have fear all over her face. Terror was.
She heard miniscule footsteps of the hunter coming behind her and she ran with all she could.
Her eyes gleamed white as she took a crystal out and pointed it in front of her. The wind changed direction and pushed her forward. Easing her run.
However, before she could go far, a wall built itself in front of her as a shadow pounced on her and flung her into the wall.
Pinned by her head to the walm, she drew the dagger she had in her thighs and flung it around.
Her assailant quickly let her go as she ran to the bundle she had dropped and hugged it tight. She opened it and smiled, sadly.
A child. Barely a month old lay asleep in the box as she hung suspendedin the middle of the box with a pacifier in her mouth.
She closed the incubation box and pointed her dagger to the shadows as she hugged the box with the other hand.
The ground, for a split second rose and hit her hard before settling back into its proper position. She flew back into the air and smashed into it as everything she had fell away.
Before she could fall the, the solid wall flowed like mud and caught her wrists and legs and pulled her back up. Pinning her to the wall while spread apart. Sprawled.
Out of the shadows, another figure walked out wearing black bone dry robes from head to bottom. His head was covered with a huge hood and a mask that resembled a skull. A show that he was here for death not for snything else.
He drew his bloody sword and prepared to slash her with it. She looked away from her daughter as she begged to be saved. Begged to be forgiven for whatever it is she did at least until her child could learn how to speak and eat by herself.
The judge looked at the box and the child cried from within it.
He took his mask off his face as he lowered his sword, a little. The rain stopped. Not stopped like ceasing to rain. Stopped as in raindrops stopped mid air and the wind instantly stopped blowing.
The box opened itself and the child kept on crying.
"She needs his milk please." She begged as the bow grew arms which traded the pacifier for a tube and plugged it into her mouth. As the child sucked the tube, the box grew spider like limbs with the metal that covered the child disappearing and glass remaining over the child.
It walked to her feet and sat there, buzzing.
"Please."
He dropped the sword and turned to leave as the wall released the mother and she quickly went for the box and hugged it.
But before she could hold it tight, the judge drove the sword through her chest below the box and she instantly went numb and weak.
She dropped the box and the child inside as she collapsed.
Her blood flowed out of her in gallons as she took the alst look of the world.
She saw him point his sword at her child and without doing anything, he sheathed his sword as he kneeled in front of her daughters incubator and opened it.
The child cried and she cried too. Not because of her pain but because she was leaving her child in a world full of chaos. He took one last look at her as her vision blured and walked away.
She closed her eyes and gave in to her fate. Her people were now dead. Erased from the face of the land they thought they found refuge in after their planet was ravaged by the war between the gods.
Now they were all gone because she defended herself made things that were not supposed to touch blood touch blood.
The spear of Raoul tasted blood inside the pyramid of the guardians. But what was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to let the king rape her and kill her daughter? The daughter she almost miscarried a week ago just after losing her father to him? Was she supposed to just...
She fought the pain to no avail as she prayed to the saint that he at least keep the promise the elders always spoke of. The promise to never end a species completely and save at least four people to carry the bloodli...
She died as the reservoir around the lake broke open and water engulved the city.