the 100 years war

They were meant to be...

Hyrnamos Rlazo closed his book as he finished his speech about Aradrite history, smiling gently to his students "This is it for today's history class, come back tomorrow for the Dorgantos, Dotamnos and Dotadrite history" he said calmly as the bell rang to announce the end of the class. All his students went and left the class politely and calmly, as they were used to be, raised in peace, calm in respect. Once everyone had left the class, the history teacher-emperor-leader of the armed forces and father left the school too to rest in his room a bit before joining his wife and husband with who he had been with for more than 15 years now, polygamy being completely normal in Aradrite and Do(rgantos/talmnos/adrite) culture. He was the only one living in the old city on Ritalmne, where the last Dorgantos lived many years ago, at his childhood house. He took care of the city, Dorgantoniatos, all by himself and he enjoyed the quietness and solitude of the city. Hyrnamos would often be seen by his father's statue to clean it up and give it a shine. This place was also a sort of panic place for him when he was too stressed, hardly anyone visited here except for when it was the remembrance day, when everyone would come and pay respect to the ones who were killed in the extermination, so they would be remembered.

Hyrnamos laid in his bed, taking his phone, a technological gift he had discovered while traveling from planet to planet, and his headphones to listen to music and calm himself down. He closed his eyes for a while to open them up a while later, not knowing where he was or how he got here. The room was dark and empty, Hyrnamos could not even see the walls, ceiling or end of the room, but the Dotalmnos felt trapped and anxious. He was scared, terrified even. There were screams of damned souls all around him, telling him to get out of here, Hyrnamos was soaked wet, as though he had just gotten out of a pool.... or the lake of souls, the water source in which his sister murdered him. Quickly starting to shiver, Hyrnamos walked around, trying to figure out where he was, not really knowing where to go or how to leave this damned place. "I just wanted to sleep, not to deal with any of this.." he whispered to himself before being deafened by a loud sound of chain hitting a wall and a scream- a.. familiar scream.. which froze Hyrnamos' blood more than the water he was covered with. He knew where he was; the afterlife. He recognized the world from visiting it about 20 years ago when Reaper Milian came to his planet to destroy it- also when he managed to bring himself back to life out of spite. His eyes eventually accustomed to the darkness, which was what stopped him from seeing anything, his navy-blue skin almost turning white out of terror. The Dotalmnos emperor was in a special place in the after life, where the most dangerous persons were trapped in, Mortuame, but he wasn't there as a prisoner, in fact he was there as a visitor, in front of a giant prison cell in which a familiar- and hated person- was in, chained up to the wall, forced to be rolled in a ball his legs against his skeleton body, his arms behind his back and his wings nailed down to the wall in many places. This person here was an Aradrite, the one who haunted Hyrnamos' nightmares since the last extermination of the Dorgantos species. It was Sornnor. Hyrnamos quickly backed away and ran in the opposite direction of Sornnor's prison cell, but whatever he did, he always came back to the front of his nightmare, the reason he was afraid of spirals and the color red. "No no no no no no no no- please let me go, I don't want to be here, I want to leave, I want to leave!" Hyrnamos said, rolling himself up in a ball, starting to have a panic attack, breaking down into sobs. Sornnor stared at him, smiling a little, not able to move at all in his position. "You poor, poor thing, trapped here, just like me" the tyran spat, his tongue being of poison. "Leave me alone!" Hyrnamos screamed, covering his ears with his hands, shaking like a leaf. Sornnor laughed a little at this reaction "I can't exactly leave this place, my dear little emperor, you'll need to figure this out on your own, but for now, let me tell you a story..."

It's at this moment Hyrnamos woke up, panting like crazy, breaking down into tears, it was just a nightmare, another nightmare. The chirping birds and calm breeze could confirm he was still home, on Ritalmne. Hyrnamos stood up, not wanting to go back to sleep and went to his lovers' home to seek comfort. Hyrnamos slept with them for the night, managing to fall back asleep, ending back at the same place, in front of Sornnor's prison cell, like last time he tried to sleep, this time inside of the cell, chained up the same way Sornnor was, at the opposite wall Sornnor was, at least this time Hyrnamos was dry "What do you want? Why am I here?" he asked, feeling the pain through his wings given to him by the crown of the emperor. "I want to talk, now stay here and let me tell you a story, my child." Sornnor replied sweetly, it's not like Hyrnamos could leave at all anyway, stuck here and with less chance to wake up than last time.