Days of the living Darkness

In the dark deep of night, the tranquil unruffled southern town, Urania, soon rose from its profound slumber when hoof beats and war cries steamed into the red-black cloud reflecting the cottages engulfed in flames. The first half of Urania was frightening, children watched as their fathers fell to the sword and their mothers dragged away as they screamed and begged for mercy. On the other hand, dying men along with bruised fathers drenched in their blood could not help but watch as their children were lugged into cages mounted on carriages.Meanwhile in the second half of Urania, those with the sympathy to stay prayed out their eyes while others ran as fast as they could or rode on their horses into the forest nearby. “Get on the horse now.” Yelled a middle aged man at a child. “No, I will stand and fight as a man…” Before the little boy of nine could complete his statement, a slap

The City of Vlastisi, a kingdom under the reign of King Aaron Bert, it is also one of the six kingdom independent from the Southern Empire ruled by His Lordship Bishop Ekmond Alexander the seventh. The Castle is built at the cliff top while the town, split into two by a vineyard and a meadow covers the remaining hectares of the cliff then follows a large Fir forest. It was the nineteenth hour of the day, yet a flock of Finch still peeper around the Fir forest; the puff of air blowing across was chilled but tepid in an oddly way. At the Meander of a river dividing the Fir forest horizontally into two halves; five Men gather around a camp fire chatting while awaiting two rabbits being roasted by the fire. “Seriously, why are we here?” asked Ben, the youngest and innocent looking one amongst the men“Quit complaining Ben” replied Alan  “I’m supposed to be with my wife” Ben stretches his hands wide then

The City of LanceTony Rooks, partially asleep, opens his eyes to the clank sound from the dungeon door. Immediately the door was opened wide, three Lancian warriors strolled in.  Tony straightened himself then gazes up to the warriors, “Just for formality sake, I’m not going to be executed without a fight.” He assured with a smile. “Not today Tony” a voice familiar to Tony spoke from behind the warriors. Darren, a young General walks amidst the warriors then stops in front of Tony; average in height, having a body size in between being skinny and chubby. He was in his early thirties but his long dark hair brought out his twenties look. “Prince Phil has ordered for your immediate release.” “Like hell he would” said Tony, trying to hide his relief and happiness on hearing the great news. “It’s true Tony, have I

 EtrigonTwenty-second hour of the dayThe sky was pitch black allowing the tiny clusters of stars to flicker glossily, the full moon itself mingled into the night creating a beautiful illumination on the town. Eighteen-year-old Elroy looking rather exhausted, trots his horse up a hill path leading to the cottage of Orlanda Ramsey.On getting to a point of view were the cottage could be seen, the cottage door was wild open; the only source of light was the lantern hanging outside which was almost fading out. Keeping the bad thoughts on check Elroy quickly dismounted his horse; then began walking gently towards the cottage, his heart beat increasing with every step he took. Suddenly, in the melancholy of the intense atmosphere Luna staggered out of the cottage but gained balance on the wall, giving Elroy a bit of relief, “Luna” he called out quietly “what’s up with…” Elroy paused with his speech, shri

 The Waste Lands, hell on earth was the nature of the droughty land scape. It’s the only place ever known to allow crime prevail in its full potential; there are four towns in the land, separated by a day’s hike.Each town has its head but under the lord of the Waste Lands, Goru Sein, a ruthless man with no regard for human life.A cart carrying a large steel cage holding a group of battered prisoners, trots through the gates of Slavers task moving along the wide open street leading towards the town square. Slavers task is one of the towns in the Waste lands, governed by Rose Nigel, like the other towns, Slavers task is enclosed in a spherical shape by a wooden wall. The town was sour to the sight, the inner walls were old and ready to collapse at the loudest bang, the water supply at the entrance was home to flies, there were no tress neither birds flying around, the surroundings harbored various waste, the town was literally dead. The tents a