Prologue

PROLOGUE

3rd Person's POV

A storm of fire arrows lighted the starless sky, Pyro. The gracious voice of the sirens was heard across the noiseless dusk, Aqua. The uncontrollable gushes of wind suffocating the stillness of the night, Aero. The subtle trembling of the ground understands the tension and fear, Terra.

The mages were alerted as a throng of demons wrecked their barrier. They have prepared for death, to shed the battle cries, to hear the shrieks and howls of triumph. Carving and cleaving towards the centre of the horde of demons, snarling and screaming as the surface of the world became slick with gore.

Weapons tainted with impurity and demise, banging and clangorous into the demon's arduous shells. Limbs scattered on the ground now bathing with hellacious red and ebony blood. A maelstrom of elements was emitting and thrumming through the carnal-black sky.  

The formerly glorious homeland with present vivid butterflies resting at fragrant blossoms, harmonious singing of the birds of diverse feathers, the silent whisper of the wind and the serenity of the water are now replaced by bloodbath and screams of agony. Rampaging fires are spreading through the capitol, burning houses and civilians but bestowed light to the dusk. 

From another perspective of the war, two commanders were battling for different motives; for the sake of her fatherland and people while the motive of the rebel commander was for revenge. Combatants aiding their leaders from behind, fighting for the same purposes while putting their lives on the line, relying on their commander to end the war. 

"Why do we have to go through this? You've taken lives from honourable people." A woman shouted at the man who stood in front of her. A throbbing rage can be felt radiating from her aura. Her long jet black hair swaying along with the soft breeze of the wind.  

"They are not honourable, they are just pawns that you can sacrifice to attain your purposes. Nevertheless, your fatherland raised so many demons in their territory. Your countrymen are the reason for this havoc and mayhem, no one else should be blamed for their sins." The man calmly retorted back to the raging woman and a grin of triumph flashes on his face because he saw how the woman scrunch her nose and determination can be seen deep in her eyes. 

As the shrieks of horror died down, does that mean the war has ultimately come to an end? It's a question that will forever be answered hypocritically. Battle and conflict will never cease. The memorable evening full of sorrow and resentment has finally come to halt. Despite possessing the victory, none of the mages dared to celebrate. Fallen ally perished in the gruesome death bestowed by the demons. The effluvium of death lingers through the nostrils of those who survive.  The battleground was baptised in the rusty smell of blood,  nauseate perfume of the corpses. 

Absent from the arena of death, a mother clutching her chest. Brazier-red blood spurted by her open wound, some trickling down her mouth. As she slowly fell to her death bed, murmuring a message for her children. 

"Everett , Tarian. Farewell"  Her final whisper travelled through the wind destined to the heart of her beloved children. 

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