A barn and scortched land streatches out for miles with the only sign of life being that of the hundreds lying dead in their own blood. Their lifless eyes stare unseeing at the woman walking gracefully across the battle field with a small child in her arms. A white dress clings to her peach colloured hourglass shaped body showing of her stomach that is slightly swollen with the life of another.Her white blonde hair falls in waves around her and her hazel eyes watch for any threat that would stop she from reaching safety before the army returns. The small child a male has dark Brown hair like his father and his mothers hazel eyes. His skin is a pale peach in collour. Another woman follows closely behind her slightly to her right. This woman is built similar but with tan skin, black hair and blue eyes. She is clad in Brown pants, shirt and boots and is ready for battle.
As they near their safe haven the army approaches fast. With no time left the woman in white looks to her son then her dear friend and back to the fast approaching army. She knows her fate and it is to die at the hands of these men before she can reach her beloved. But the fate of her son had yet to be decide. She tosses her son to her friend glancing over her shoulder and smiles through her tears.
"Run Marzel, save Rize. You have to keep him alive at all cost
Raise him to be a strong man." she says and turns back to the task at hand. She composes herself squaring her shoulders standing straight, eyes on the target."But what of the baby inside you?" Marzel asks.
"Her fate was decide the day I consived her. To die with me within my womb. She was never ment for this world. Now go!" The woman in white races towards the army swords out ready to take them with her into oblivion.
"Zinyu!" Marzel yells crying with the small child in her arms and turns running from the scene as only a single thought drives her on. The protection of the child in her arms.
Zinyu crashes into the front line taking them out in one swop of her blades. She continues desecrating the army dancing through their ranks as she parried and attacked them. She only stops when the last mans sword imbeds itself through her left side just below her breast. He slams his fist into her mouth busting her top lip and knocking her teeth lose. She grabs the mans sword pushing herself forward, as she shoves it further within herself and kills the man by twisting his head from his shoulders.
She falls to her knees pulling the blade from herself as she spits blood on to her blood stained gown. She looks to the darkening sky that was being consumed by the nothingness. A powerful weapon built by a man for more deman then God. This weapon has consumed the sky's above turning them into endless nothingness. They where once bright and each streatch of land connected. Now they are splite a part some ruined beyond repare.
This God has start this war in search of one thing Valdis. A powerful monster said to be of pure untouched darkness. Many have sought it out but only one had prevailed. Zaine Shadowmain a great man that now is the soul protector of Valdis.
A man decindes from the sky standing before her as she looks up at the man clad in a black cloak that hides his face in shadows. His presences makes her shake as his power surrounds her, suffocating her, emobilizing her in fear of this man.
Never has she face anyone with such power as this. She bows her head in shame of herself. The mans fingers tangle in her hair pulling her head up and. Pills her against him. He ascends into the nothingness above and they disappear to a massive castle. He takes her to his torcher room where he tosses her to the floor. She slides across the blood drinched floor hitting her back against a spicked wall.
She stands reading herself to fight this man even of it means losing both hers and her daughters lives. If it means his end She will stop at nothing to make it so. He laughs at her as he strides over to her confident in his power and tosses his cloak revelling his identity to her.
Zimis the man who started both wars stands before her. His black blue eyes boring into her as he runs his hand through is black hair. His skin is pale white looking frail to the touch. He look as of he had already died and is now a walking corpse. He stands before her and she takes a step back bracing herself. He grabs her wrists hard bruising her and slams her into the wall breaking the skin of her back on the spikes. He straps her wrists in chain's and drops her wrists. He leaves as his men pore in to take their turns with their prise.
Months pass as she struggle to stay alive longer then her visions had shown her and on the last day she feels the beginning of contractions. She gives birth to her daughter on the torcher room floor whilst still chained to the wall. She leans down sitting on the floor gathering her against her as the cell door opens and Zimis steps in. He walks quikly to her as she shields her daughter from his eyes. His fingers grab her hair pulling her head up as he places his crooked blade against her throat.
He slices his blade across her throat, cutting deep and spills her life blood onto the ground. She grabs her throat trying to close it But he slams his foot into her back pushing her to the ground. She curves her body away from Her daughter hiding her within her dress. His blade slams into her back slicing into her heart and he twists it till nothing is left of her heart. Her eyes look on into the diatence seeing nothing as she feels her brothers presents within the castle only a few meters away from Her cell. Her soul reaches out searching for her beloves knowing her daughter will be safe now that Fendrel is her to save her.
the void of darkness pulls her soul within it saving it from disappearing into the nothing pulling her away from Her beloved. She drifts within it forming a plan to take down the man that has taken so many innocent lives without reason. She will become the one thing she had sworn never to become, the puppet of the vial darkness that's only thought is to devour all that is good and innocent in the realms. She will bring the phrophecies to life, the ones she alone saw and take this man out at all cost. No mater how long it takes she will be the one to snuff out his life.
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Ethereal The Time Lord
FantasyThere was two prophecies spoke of by the higher beans of existence. A phrorhecy of life and that of death. The prophecy of life speaks of two the bringer of life and the bringer of death. Two beans born from a void of darkness. That will bring pe...