The high bells ring in alarm. The world is bleached red, blue skies concealed within thick impenetrable clouds of smoke and ash. Cries fill the walls of a city that once resonated with life and hope. Ravens flee to the lands of simplicity, carrying precious diamonds with them.
The waters infested with travellers from the dark trenches of Yagdrasel, they ram their way through the clustered villages like bulls on their matadors. The living pray for their lives, the dead for theirs. All is lost. The king loses his mind, like the treasury did it’s treasures. Children hide below their beds and their parents below theirs.
Fear has crept inside the minds of the people leaving the hearts vulnerable. Freezing their muscles and turning bones to dust.
(To be continued.)