Crimson's Prophecy

Constant killing series

As if the world already prepared for falling apart there were cracks in the floor as you'd see them at the beginning of an earthquake. They shone in a crimson tone of Color and added so much more light to the universe - dim light, but light nonetheless.

It would take this underworld only a few weeks to be destroyed. That's what a member of the Celyntra had told them. His name was Sam and they had met him right after destroying one of the mating machines of the creatures which had stood in Yndranium.

"We're taking care to shut down the other, smaller system, for instance in Ysena and the Hytherson's Bay which is located near one of the edges of this world."

They all knew what he meant by "edges" – also Crimson and Sheila had heard of them by now: Behind those places the universe ended in a way that you couldn't live there anymore; you'd land in darkness and for some reason it would make you explode there... without anyone noticing. Other than that, neither Sheila, nor Hether, Deric and Fiona knew about the places Sam had mentioned. They decided not to ask him; they'd figure soon enough where those localities were.

"You look like Crimson," Sheila said. "He was with us before..."

"...he returned to earth with his sister," Sam finished the sentence. "Yeah, I heard about that."

They confusedly looked at him.

"He's quite known in the Kathrenian universe," Sam answered to their facial expressions and immediately corrected himself: "The Celyntra know who he is. Crimson Syntorth, the man who grew up in the Province, almost completely isolated from society. We know more about his parents and his uncle because they were working against us."

The others couldn't quite believe what they heard, but they didn't have a lot of time to ask questions now; there had only been a few minutes for them to talk to each other before the next creatures appeared in the hallways and the stairs of one giant closed castle they had dared to enter after theyd met Sam whod found the key for it. In the past three days since they were here in Yndranium Sheila had seen three sorts of creatures which were completely new to her: She hadn't been in contact with the one being of the underworld that was capable of shooting something similar to highly concentrated acid out of guns; another new group of creatures was specialized on chopping off human's heads with some huge axes Sheila had only read of on earth in books about dwarfs and their way of living; the third sort of creatures would do nothing but strangle you to death if they got a chance to get close enough to you.

What wasn't new to any of them were their three eyes, two like the ones humans normally had and one at the place where the nose should be. Most of the creatures were at least six foot eight tall - except those who had the size of bees and whose fellows once had made Andrew fall in a blank hole of darkness. They had their blue-green, rough skin and screeched without taking a single break to breathe - here they didn't even need to breathe, it seemed. That in fact was again something uncommon.

Sheila and Sam were on their way up the wide and high stairs which lay in the center of the castle when they heard the screeching sound which got louder and louder the further they walked up. The creatures came down the stairs, all at once and they moved that fast that they almost fell. Some of them shot knives, some of them fireballs, but Sheila and Sam both ducked or jumped aside in the right moments. Some of the bee creatures were caught by fireballs and died as if the ones responsible for that said: We're more than enough so that no one can stop us. We kill some of our own species, but that doesn't hurt us.

The bee creatures still flew out of their holes hidden in the walls and they kept flying closer to Sheila and Sam until they sat down on their skin and began to eat. They literally just ate the skin and meat of the human beings and probably wouldn't stop if the two of them didn't kill them instantly. It only took them a few seconds until Sheila couldn't even look one foot in front of her - because of the darkness, but also because of the small creatures. Every time she killed a handful of them by slapping them with her hand a dozen more came and flew closer and closer to her face. The fact that the small creatures screeched as loud as the big ones didn't make it better. It took her - and also Sam - at least two hours to finish off all their little enemies and sometimes they still had to get out of the way of other creatures, for example of the ones who could stretch their arms to press them onto their necks and make them suffocate.