PROLOGUE: A CITY IN TURMOIL

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It was not a single burning building in flames when an explosion smoldered through the roof of a storefront building, but there were also houses in a city street rising in in smoke and flames. The air was contaminated with ashes and smoke. Frantic, traumatized people were running in through the street with burning houses.

Not only is a single street been paved with exploding, burning houses but as well an entire city. A city of pure white stone marble with temples and golden statues rising high was burning. A city that stretched out for miles with many tall, heavy-stone houses, temples, statues, and aqueducts of running water from snow melting from mountains were torn down by heavily armed, armored soldiers pulling on copper wires.

Many trolls pushed against pillars holdings up the white marble temples and collapsed on the city streets. Several statues fifty times taller than a human, which would be ant-size spec, were pulled from heavy wires by wild draconic wyverns and toppled to the streets made of squared-shaped gravel and cement stones.

Monsters controlled by silver and ambered robed mages with powerful magic staffs torn through magnificently built temples taken decades to construct. Rock-skinned trolls, dragon-shaped wyverns, giants, and a single three-headed Cerberus were mind-controlled through the essence of wicked black magic of an unnecessary devilry.

Evil prowled about the once-glorious city and turned it into a place where soldiers and mages used their military might and sorcery against the civilians who built the city from fountains of their ancient ancestors. A city taken a long hundred years to build was burned and massacred in short hours.

Not only the distraction of the city was imminent, a handful of civilians were also in danger. Many of whom were captured, mostly the young teenage youths. Young youthful girls and boys of twelve to sixteen years of age were aligned in front of a ruined temple, which had built a godly statue up to seventy hundred feet tall.

Then a black horse with red eyes and a pair darkened silver wings, a black pegasus, strode in front of a thousand youthful teens. The rider rode with a red velvet cape with and a chest plate of obsidian material plastered with red ruby diamonds. His face covered with a black helmet forged from the foundations of a volcano and scales of a dead dragon with pegasus feathers, and it was shaped to look like a crushed skull. His board armor was heavily armed with thorny spikes and broken dragon teeth.

The horse rider was indeed a powerful warrior and one without a human heart of purity. Corruption ran deep within his armor hiding his body from the poor youths forced to kneel on broken legs. His horse strode in front of a hundred teens kneeling before him, and he snapped a finger as a signal.

Then the soldiers aligned behind the broken, kneeling teens plunged down dark knives in their backs. A backstab of thrusting blades stabbed the hearts of a hundred youths and more than a hundred cries of parents watching from atop a burning temple as their children and future generation of the city's population were killed by the warrior's signal.

The warrior reined his horse away from the corpse dripping in knife wounds bleeding out red blood, which drained into the street like a red river. A single told dashed to the warrior riding his stead away from the crowd.

"Report, soldier," said the horse warrior.

"Nothing yet, Commander," said foot soldier frantically. The Eclipse Twins are still at large."

"Keep searching!" ordered the Commander. "Kill every youth from ages between the age of twelve to sixteen! That is the order of the King and predicted by the Soothsayer the Eclipse Twins have been reborn again. The power of the Sun and Moon reincarnated into a boy and girl! Kill every child if you must. This is the order of the King himself!"

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