Alpas

Simula

Disclaimer!!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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This story contains bad words, typographical error, and grammatical errors. It also contains violence that may trigger some, so if you don't like violence, don't read this story.

SO, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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LONG TIME AGO, even before the birth of your ancestors, the world was in distraught.

Wherever you turn your head, there was chaos.

But, despite those violence, there was a place that was living in peace.

Agartha.

A world beneath the world.

A myth, you say?

It's not. It was never a myth. It's real.

Walking down a street, people are gathered in their respective circles, talking about life, about wealth, about. . . perhaps love. However, the most interesting talk of the town is what you thought is impossible.

Supernatural powers. Special abilities.

It exists.

It exists, but only in that world.

Everyone has their own. People with the blood of the Goddess Agartha shall have their own at the age of four.

Those people are called Agarthans.

They have longer lifespan than a normal human being. They can live hundreds and thousands of years unless they receive a fatal impact with the same strength and abilities. That's the only way to kill them.

They were living in peace, not showing even their shadows to the world above them, afraid of what they might do to them.

They lived in solitude.

Agarthans may be classified base on their abilities. They can only have one. It can be earth, fire, water, air, time, there were also sub-elemental abilities, and the most destructive, mind control and black magic.

Foolish of them to think that living in seclusion will bring them peace.

Well, they did live in peace.

But, not for long.

A war broke out. War amongst themselves.

There were traitors. Agarthans that refuse to acknowledge the presence of other Agarthans.

They built a pact with a goal of wiping out that world. They want to massacre the world existing beneath the world.

Agarthans were divided. They fought until their population decreased to a very disturbing number.

Agarthans that were defending their world can be called Warriors.

However, Agarthans that are against the existence of their homeland was being led by three people. They call themselves, the Ministers.

The war lasted for a few years, until everyone was exhausted.

Everyone fought hard, especially the people defending Agartha. They dedicated their whole soul to their land.

Only to be defeated.

In their side, everyone is dead. Except for four people.

The sole survivors of the Warriors.

The four refused to accept defeat. They didn't want everything to end like that.

But, their resistance were useless. They were all exhausted and anytime soon, they'd expire.

Perhaps, it's because of their desperation, or perhaps their dedication to their homeland that they resort to such dangerous card.

All their remaining powers, they gather it to form a huge ball with all their might.

All because they refuse to end things like that.

With tears of different overwhelming emotions, they all form a circle around the ball. One has an arrow stuck in his chest, one was bleeding to death, one lost her foot, and one was missing an eye.

They were all dying, but was able to stand up. They reached and held each other's hands, tight as possible.

With their remaining strength they shouted, tears were overflowing,

"This shall not the end! Beloved Goddess Agartha, we cry and beg and offer our bodies! Allow our souls to remember this day! Allow our souls to never forget!"

One warrior fell. They didn't let go of his hands.

And another.

The land of Agartha was completely annihilated.

That day, Agartha ceased to exist.

And before their existence totally expire, they whispered the most powerful spell. The spell in which they sacrificed their bodies for.

"Reincarnation."

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