Of Love and Death.

The Past Chapter 12: Our Worlds Collide (Fight to Survive...) Pt. 4

     There was nothing but chaos in the Sun's Orb.

     It was a scene made up and defined by horror. All around, people in black masks with white eyes and markings of so many colors were running rampant. They had torches and rocks and things that looked like poisonous flowers. They had spears of ice and weighted nets that they were throwing on people. They had literal pitchforks. All of them were armed, yet dressed in a terrifying uniform black.

      Their outfits were all similar yet all different. A black bodysuit with crystals of a single color clustered on the chest. Yet the color wasn't only on the chest either. Each of them also had a long trench coat, yes it was mostly black, with a rim of what seemed to be their signature color. From gleaming yellow to a haunting dark blue, they were all around.

     Fire's first thought was that they were invading shadows, mounting some kind of attack on the suns. But that didn't make any sense. They all had white marks where their eyes would be. Not only that, Fire realized with a sickening dread, he recognized some of these people. Not by their faces, but the suns were all pretty distinct. Fire could pick out whose body was whose. What with not one of them looking alike. They were all different heights and some had wings. Some had three heads. Some were made up of nothing more than smoke. It clawed at his gut, these were people he'd talked to before. People whose names he knew.

      One girl in a purple mask was named Insect. She was the one who had invented mac-n-cheese. And yet instead of showing the world with her culinary glory, she was smashing a table with a hammer. One guy in an orange mask was hacking and sawing at Earth's garden. That was Location. Fire had, on many occasions, asked him for directions through the maze-like hallways of the Orb when he couldn't find his way around in the early days.

      These were people that Fire knew.

      And they were destroying everything.

      The Sun's Orb was, at least to Fire, the epitome of beauty, but now...Now it wasn't. It was the epitome of chaos and destruction. And this was just the central park area. What was going on in the Market? Or some of the hallways?

      It was hard to describe what the scene in front of Fire looked like. It was enough to have stopped him, Art, Water, and Mind all in their tracks, staring in absolute astonishment. There were broken bits of everything that was in the center everywhere. Benches had been shattered. Pages of book's, Light's precious book's, were ripped and torn in a trail. A trail that led right back to the leader of the sun's throne room. Thankfully, or maybe terrifyingly, Light himself wasn't in his chamber. Maybe the sun had gotten out before some form of violence had been enacted on him. Or maybe he hadn't. Either way, he was nowhere to be seen.

      There were also the screams. So many screams. Screams of battle and fury from the people in the masks. Screams of fear and terror from many of the bystander suns echoed around. They were running around, unsure of what to do and just trying to flee. Unfortunately, many of the exits from the garden were blocked by either debris or the masked suns.

     All of the noise was assaulting Fire's ears. He had never heard such a cacophony before. As a matter of fact, the only time he could remember seeing something this violent was when he'd been involved. When he and Cold had had their fateful fight.

     But also, it wasn't just the sounds, or the destruction that the masked suns had caused that was bothering Fire. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even the thing that bothered him the most. No, that was something that scared him to his soul.

     Fire was everywhere. Flames, not ones that Fire had created, were lit on top of everything. Not just that, but they were out of control, burning everything in sight. Apparently the masked suns thought that they would add to the chaos. And they did a bit. No one could get too close to them without being burned. And the smoke that hung near the top of the garden prevented anyone from flying too high up and escaping that way.