Table of Contents

The Arrival 

The second coming

Catacombs of Paris

The Lady in the Mirror 

Zofiowka Psychiatric Hospital 

The visionA new world

The Hell Gate

Armyt, the Flameheart 

The REVELATION

The Kingdom of Shambhala

Return of The Queen

The Last Stand

The Awakening

Counting Constellation

The Battle of Vega

Field of Dreams

Made of Stardust 

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The Future Unwritten

The Arrival

The sky above the joint military exercise between China and Russia was a vast, foreboding canvas of swirling clouds. A strange light pulsed within the thickening storm, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. It was as if the heavens themselves were preparing to unleash something beyond human understanding. The air was electric, crackling with a palpable energy that made the hair on the back of one's neck stand on end.

Below, millions of people stood in silent awe, their faces turned upward, searching for the source of the light that had halted the world in its tracks. The landscape around them was stark and desolate—rolling plains of barren earth, punctuated by jagged mountain ranges that loomed like ancient sentinels. The cold wind howled through the valleys, carrying with it the scent of impending doom.

The military encampment, a sprawling complex of concrete bunkers and steel towers, was dwarfed by the scale of the natural world around it. The architecture was harsh and utilitarian, built for function rather than beauty. The buildings, squat and unadorned, were arranged in precise rows, their gray facades blending into the grim landscape. Fences of razor wire encircled the perimeter, and watchtowers rose at regular intervals, their searchlights cutting through the gathering darkness.

And then, without warning, the first occurrence happened. A figure appeared in the air, like a ghostly apparition emerging from the fabric of reality itself. It was translucent, almost ethereal, and for a moment, it was unclear what—if anything—was real. The figure hovered above the encampment, radiating an otherworldly light that seemed to penetrate the very souls of those who gazed upon it.

Before anyone could react, another figure appeared, and then another, until the sky was filled with them. These beings, if they could be called such, shone with an inner light that defied description. Their forms were humanoid, yet alien, their features shifting and indistinct. Some saw them as angels, while others whispered of ghosts or aliens, their minds grasping for an explanation that could not be found.

As the beings descended toward the earth, their light trailing behind them like the tail of a comet, the ground beneath them seemed to tremble. The sky, once a sea of storm clouds, now shimmered with colors that had no name, hues that shifted and pulsed like the beating heart of the universe. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being rewritten, reshaped by forces beyond comprehension.

The landscape around the encampment changed with the arrival of these entities. The barren plains seemed to come alive with an unnatural energy, the ground vibrating beneath the feet of those who stood witness. The mountains in the distance, once immovable and eternal, now seemed to sway as if under the influence of some cosmic force. The wind picked up, swirling into a cyclone that tore through the camp, sending debris flying in all directions.

But the most disturbing change was in the air itself. It was as if the atmosphere had taken on a life of its own, becoming almost tangible, pressing down on those below with a weight that was both physical and psychological. Some people fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the oppressive sensation, while others clutched at their chests, gasping for breath as the air seemed to grow thick with an invisible pressure.

And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the beings began to spread out, drifting across the sky like blots of ink on a canvas. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, their forms undulating as they passed over the encampment and the surrounding landscape. Where they touched, the world seemed to change—colors shifted, shadows deepened, and the very essence of reality seemed to warp and bend.

In the cities far from the military exercise, the effects of the arrival were just as profound. The once bustling streets were now eerily silent, the inhabitants frozen in place as they stared upward at the shimmering lights in the sky. Buildings that had stood for centuries seemed to shiver, their foundations groaning under the weight of some unseen force. The ground beneath them cracked, splitting open to reveal dark chasms that swallowed everything in their path.

The humans on the ground all knew the purpose of their presence: they were here to eliminate us. For the first time in history, the human species were the target, doomed to be hunted.

It is unclear who gave the order to fire first- whether it was the Russians or the Chinese- but many scientists blame humans for these sinister occurrences. The Arrival had marked the start of a new era, one where the humans were no longer in control.

It's been many years since The Arrival, but the mystery still remains. Who were these strange creatures, and why did they come here? We may never know, but one thing is certain: the human species will never be the same again.

In Rome, the Basilica of Saint Peter lay in ruins. The grand structure, once a symbol of faith and power, had crumbled beneath the strain of the arrival. The massive dome, a feat of Renaissance architecture, had collapsed inward, its intricate mosaics shattered into a thousand pieces. The once proud colonnades now lay in heaps of broken marble, the statues of saints and apostles toppled from their pedestals. The streets, once filled with the lively chatter of tourists and the hum of city life, were now eerily silent, save for the distant wail of sirens and the ominous thrum of something far more sinister in the air.

Gadriel moved silently through the shadows, his eyes scanning the streets from his vantage point atop a crumbling turret. The once-majestic architecture of Rome—its grand columns, ancient statues, and towering basilicas—now stood in stark contrast to the desolation that had overtaken the city. Fires burned in the distance, casting a hellish glow over the skyline, while thick, black smoke curled into the night sky, blotting out the stars.

Perched on the edge of the turret like a gargoyle, Gadriel's gaze was drawn to movement below. In the narrow, winding streets, a car sped through the chaos, its tires squealing as it careened around a corner. Inside the vehicle, Gadriel could make out the terrified faces of a man, a woman, and two children. The fear in their eyes was palpable, a reflection of the terror that gripped the city.

Behind the car, a group of creatures emerged from the shadows, their forms twisted and monstrous. They moved with unnatural speed, their limbs elongated and sinewy, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light. These were not mere animals—they were abominations, birthed from the darkness that had descended upon the world. Their screeches filled the night air, a cacophony of hunger and rage as they pursued the fleeing family.

Gadriel watched with grim determination as the car barreled down the narrow street, the creatures closing in. The man behind the wheel swerved desperately, trying to shake off their pursuers, but the beasts were relentless, their claws scraping against the asphalt as they gained ground.

In a heartbeat, one of the creatures leaped onto the roof of the car, its talons raking across the metal with a shriek that set Gadriel's teeth on edge. The driver swerved violently, but the creature held fast, its weight causing the car to fishtail uncontrollably. The tires screeched in protest as the vehicle skidded, hurtling toward a stone wall that bordered the street.

Gadriel tensed, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. He could see the trajectory—the inevitable collision. The car slammed into the wall with a sickening crunch of metal and glass, the force of the impact crumpling the front of the vehicle like a tin can. Shards of glass sprayed into the air, catching the firelight as they fell to the ground in a deadly rain.

For a moment, there was silence, the city holding its breath as if in mourning for what had just transpired. Then, with a shudder, the car settled against the wall, smoke billowing from under the crumpled hood. The creatures circled the wreckage, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt as they prepared to close in on their prey.

Gadriel moved swiftly, descending from the turret with the grace of a predator. He landed silently on the street below, his eyes locked on the scene before him. The man in the driver's seat was slumped over the steering wheel, blood trickling from a deep gash on his forehead. The woman beside him was dazed, her hands trembling as she tried to unbuckle her seatbelt. The children in the back were crying, their small voices filled with terror as they clung to each other.

One of the creatures, a hulking beast with razor-sharp claws and a maw filled with jagged teeth, approached the car. It reared back, then with a single powerful swipe, shattered the windshield. The woman screamed as the creature reached inside, its claws closing around the driver. With a savage jerk, it dragged the man from the car, his body flailing helplessly as the beast tossed him aside like a rag doll.

Gadriel felt a surge of anger rise within him, a cold, controlled fury that sharpened his senses. He was not a man to stand idly by while the innocent suffered. With a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light. It had been centuries since he had last wielded it in battle, but the weight in his hand was as familiar as an old friend.

The creature, sensing the threat, turned its gaze to Gadriel, its lips pulling back in a snarl that revealed rows of bloodstained teeth. It lunged, but Gadriel was faster. He sidestepped the attack with a fluid motion, bringing his sword down in a lethal arc that sliced through the beast's shoulder. The creature howled in pain, black ichor spilling from the wound as it staggered back.

Before it could recover, Gadriel struck again, this time driving his blade deep into the creature's chest. The force of the blow sent the beast crashing to the ground, its body convulsing as it gasped its last breath. But there was no time to celebrate the victory—there were still more of them, and the family's survival depended on his swift action.

Gadriel turned his attention to the other creatures, who now hesitated, their confidence shaken by the swift demise of their comrade. He could see the uncertainty in their eyes, the doubt that began to creep into their predatory instincts. They were no longer facing helpless prey—they were facing a warrior.

With a roar that echoed through the deserted streets, Gadriel charged at the creatures, his sword a blur of steel as he cut them down one by one. The beasts fell before him, their bodies crumpling to the ground in heaps of twisted flesh and bone. The last of them, a smaller but no less vicious creature, tried to flee, but Gadriel was upon it in an instant. With a final, decisive stroke, he ended its life, the beast collapsing at his feet.

Breathing heavily, Gadriel stood over the fallen creatures, his sword dripping with their foul blood. The street was silent once more, save for the soft sobs of the children in the wrecked car. He sheathed his sword and approached the vehicle, his expression softening as he reached the family.

The woman looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Who… who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"I am a friend," Gadriel replied, his tone gentle yet firm. He reached into the car, carefully unbuckling the children and lifting them out. "You're safe now."

The woman, still in shock, allowed him to help her from the car. She clutched her children to her chest, tears streaming down her face as the reality of their escape began to sink in. Gadriel cast a quick glance at the man who had been the driver, but it was clear there was nothing that could be done for him.

"We need to move," Gadriel said, his voice calm and authoritative. "There may be more of them."

The woman nodded, her fear giving way to determination. She took the children's hands, holding them close as they prepared to follow Gadriel. Together, they began to make their way through the darkened streets, the flickering flames and crumbling buildings of Rome standing as silent witnesses to the night's horrors.

As they walked, Gadriel's thoughts were a storm of emotions—rage at the creatures that had brought such devastation, sorrow for the lives lost, and a deep, unyielding resolve to see this nightmare through to the end. He knew that the battle was far from over, and that greater challenges lay ahead.

But for now, he had saved these lives, and that was enough to push him forward. The road ahead was long and perilous, but Gadriel would walk it without hesitation. The world had changed, but so had he. And in the heart of the Eternal City, amidst the ruins of history, he found a glimmer of hope.