Tyranny

PROLOGUE I

Sky crest

As I walked down through the streets made of stone, I stared at the endless road beckoning me to what I believed to be the setting sun. I honestly couldn't classify what I was looking at as a star or any other thing I knew of as it seemed way more refined than that, almost near perfection even, like an actual living being. It glowed a beautiful shade of white like a thousand jewels even that couldn't compare to it. It had this royal presence, almost as if it looked down upon us lesser beings and pitied us as we could do nothing but watch it in all its glory- always seeming just out of reach.

The weird thing was I could easily stare at it without any damage to my eyes, if I didn't want to look at it would appear just outside my field of vision but still appear in the sky again when I desired it as it would always become more beautiful to me every time I looked away.

I got home without noticing while staring at the sun wishing it would never set. I walked through the door.

"I'm home," I yell

The air filled with an unknown but pleasant aroma. I ended up in a relatively small room with my parents and a round wooden table with three chairs surrounding it. The wood seemed to be giving off incredibly pure energy, and I felt drawn to it.

This isn't the first time this has happened, it's all over the city- from the objects and buildings to the flowers and people, and I have been trying to figure out what this energy is. I feel like I should know, but I can't seem to recall what it is. Ever since I woke up today, everything seems like I'm not living my own life, as if I'm experiencing everything for the first time, but, I have memories of this place, I wonder whether I have lost my memories spontaneously or...

"No," I say to myself, refusing to believe such a thought, "It's impossible. That just can't be."

I'm snapped back to reality by a deep boisterous laugh. It belonged to the man I presumed to be my father. He was tall and well-built compared to the other male elves, who were more slim than physically fit. He had a nicely trimmed thick beard with solar red hair that was short and unkempt. He stared at me with his eyes that seemed to be burning me with his stare.

Then he said with a playful grin," Aren't you going to greet your pops".

And immediately, I did just that, and I remained in his arms. He grew warmer to the point where he radiated heat, and then, just like that, all the problems I had in my head seemed to have vanished.

A pleasant female voice called me from behind. I turned around to see a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, outstandingly beautiful, average height, aqua blue hair, sweet smile but cold eyes. It bothered me, but I still responded to her call then we had dinner. Afterward, I decided to retire to my room.

As I walked up the stairs, past the hole, and opened the door to my room, I looked in the mirror expecting to see someone else. Instead, I see a pretty girl, around 12 yrs old, with long purple hair down her back and the loveliest violet eyes. But that wasn't me. I stared at my reflection and realized this wasn't anyone I recognized. So why did I have her memories? Either my weird dream or someone's sick twisted nightmare?

Kia Shoto

With arrows covered in poison and fire raining from above and the streets filled with hundreds of murder-driven soldiers chasing after me and my siblings, we are currently hiding in an abandoned house in the slums of the city.

The smell of feces and rotten corpses filled the air, most of which were of people who tried to escape like us. We sit there quietly for a while, waiting for the soldier to pass, and after a second or two, a ball comes flying through the glass. I fly out the window and take off running as my feet touch the blood-stained ground.