Raging Storm {book 2 in SOSfanfic series} [ON HOLD]

The Horror Story

Isis ^

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Kaur immediately grew somber. Seeing his plan wouldn't work, Mr. Ambrose hastily added, "I see such variety of people, traditions, even fruits. I want to know how all this came to happen. What makes the Den so special and how did it get here?"

Kaur eased and smiled, "Why of course! I think the best way to describe that is by the three phases."

Mr. Ambrose listened intently. Finally! What Reyna had told him wasn't enough. This was his chance to balance the scale.
 

"The first phase would be the earliest known history of the land. According to dead legend, when monsters and gods roamed the earth, this area was the home of a very powerful Ifrit. The mountain took rock and metals from deep inside the belly of earth, from the pits of Hell itself, melted it and spewed it out the top. Fire and smoke rained on the land for ages. With this, all useful material of earth became encrusted in the walls of this volcano. Many of which we still mine to this day. That is why, in the vast desert, land here is tough, not sand.

"Then the Ifrit is said to have been smote down by Isis, the goddess of love, beauty and magic because of the harm it delivered to travellers. Isis trapped the spirit of the Ifrit to this place and cursed it. The spirit would require a vessel to leave this place in. Any creature who willingly gave the Ifrit permission to inhabit it's body would become the greatest of fighters, the leader of all, and depart to travel the seven seas together. But the creature would not be forced to be possessed by the spirit of the Ifrit, would instead welcome it to join."

Mr. Ambrose wondered who could possibly be crazy enough to invite the embodiment of malice to inhabit their body. What could be happened to let that occur?

"But the Ifrit screamed for mercy. He knew that as his home spewed fire and ash, none would dare approach. He would be forever trapped. Isis granted him a small mercy. She willed water to block off the passage of the molten  rock and seal the tunnels shut. Then this water rose from the great tunnels of old, instead of fire, and cooled the land down, bringing forth fertile sand. Thus, flowers bloomed. And people came.

"The first people here were weary travellers, lost, forsaken, criminals abandoned, any soul in the desert seeking for refuge. Then this mountain was akin a fountain, and the plain dry land a lake, and the dunes surrounding this land were green hills laden with trees bearing fruit, the path whence you came from, rivers flowed. 'Twas paradise.

"Then more and more people came. This might've been a kingdom once. A kingdom of old when dragons were present in all the four elements."

"What happened?"

"Men. They came, first, not to live but to trade. Then to steal, then to plunder. Then to wage war. From far away bringing waves of swords and death. People of this kingdom were peaceful and could not defend themselves. The spirit of the Ifrit grew dire. If the kingdom got destroyed then no one would come here again.

"But it could do nothing. The people were scared but pure enough never to have dirt thoughts as to invoke the spirit. Thus, the defences fell. Many died. Amidst the chaos, a young boy, son of a farmer, searched for his sister. She was being carried off by the invaders. She died in front of him.

"The rage of the boy surpassed heavens. He invoked the spirit from the memory of his night tales. Restless for release, the spirit entered freely, unchecked. The boy became invincible with power. It is said he killed a man, donned his armour and carried the women of the kingdom to the lake. They swam to this mountain and he displayed them like trophies.