CREED, The Fiery Storm

Sad, Angry Breala

"Very often, though not always, sadness and anger move hand in hand"-Constino

 

Creed had denied the residents of Zytalia asylum in their city so, where had the people gone? An equally puzzling question was where was Breala? And the answers to both questions were like dominoes; one piece falling in place would drop the rest of them. Breala somewhere inside the portals between the palaces had decided to go and find help before proceeding to Zytalia. She had realised that just the three of them; Jim, Strost and herself wouldn't be able to influence the tide of the war. The ten kings if informed about the situation in Zytalia would surely take interest and send a few troops-she had thought. As it turned out, the reality was very much different! All the other kingdoms were under attack too and some kings had even surrendered without fighting! Demicalo, who had vowed to crush the Krichnd's foes, had been the very first person to surrender! Every kingdom that was willing to help needed every man they had and one more therefore, they simply couldn't come to Zytalia's aid. As Breala ran through the portal, she imagined what she would find in the city when she arrived-would it be too late? Would the Krichnd have appeared and saved the day? Her guess was as good as anyone's and she could only hope for the best.

Despite the portals being a sort of short cut, for her the journey was simply too long. The faster she ran, the longer the path seemed to become! Her light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be ever getting out of reach. Suddenly, she began to hear faint sounds that grew louder and louder as she moved forward. Where was she headed? There wasn't supposed to be anyone in the Krichnd's palace so; there shouldn't have been any sound! The less sense the situation made the more interested she became. As the noise levels increased, she ran even faster until she finally caught up with the light and ran right into it falling through a door in the palace hall. Almost as soon as she hit the ground she got back on her feet and ran towards the entrance-pushed the doors open. There they were! All the residents of Zytalia crammed in the Krichnd's compound shouting-whining and complaining about the Krichnd as well as the holders. As soon as she stepped out of the castle, all eyes turned to her. Finally, they had a physical embodiment of their misfortune-someone who was there that they could blame. They shouted even louder as they moved in towards Breala trying to crash her. Breala drew one of her blades and swung it creating a half ring of fire between her and the crowd. Like wild beasts, they were kept at bay by the flames-None of them dared to take another step forward. It had come to a stalemate state and Breala was still displeased with the crowd. She stepped forward and over the ring of flames. The flames went dead but the crowd was still afraid of her.                                       

"What is wrong with you people?!" She asked.

"Look over there..."she said pointing to the sky in the south west which glowed bright like a rainbow of firework. "People have killed...people have died to keep you safe! Alive! That's them right there."   

"What right do you have to complain? What have you lost that they have gained?!" She asked them. Somewhere in a tower right there and above but in another realm, there were two men watching.        

"She will be an excellent leader..." one man said.

"Huh, leader of what?!" the second man asked.

"The world you idiot! Our world." The first man answered with a hint of anger.Breala walked into the crowd and a path was created before her as she moved forward. When she was somewhere in the middle of the compound, something started banging on the door-something big! At once the mob broke into chaos once again! Everyone was trying to run from something they hadn't even seen yet! Some hid inside the palace hall.                                                                                               

"YOU WILL DIE!" Breala screamed, "YOU WILL ALL DIE!!"

Most of the people stopped running and looked her way. She had just told them the truth and they hated her for it-their eyes showed her. Just as much as they were scared, she was angry and sad. The fact that the enemy army was at the palace gate could only mean that the war had been lost-so she thought. If that was the case, then the holders were all gone and Jim too. It crashed her; the thought of what could have been. Seeing all these people fleeing selfishly made her wonder if they were worth fighting and dying for.                                                                                      

"Don't you believe me?!" She asked them angrily, "Check your crystal balls...they'll show you; you won't last through the night!"                                                 

All the people had now stopped and they were listening intently but all they could hear was doom-no option of redemption. The problem was that Breala was turning most of her sadness into anger and that's never a good thing. It was only after a cool breeze swept through the compound that she was able to reconnect with her true feelings.                                                                                          

"We shall all die...you and I." She said in a smoother tone, "Unless we all stand together and fight. Maybe then...some of you might survive."                                                

The banging on the gate was getting stronger and stronger. Very soon the gate would certainly fall in. 

"We don't have much time..." Breala declared as she drew both of her blades, "What is it going to be?!"

Parents put their children down and told them to go into the palace. 'Everything is going to be alright' they lied. They had given their answer and it was clear...                                   

"Go to the back of the palace and get anything you can find...anything you can use to fight." She instructed them. The Zytes all rushed to the back of the palace and returned with whatever they found; pieces of wood, garden tools and nothing-most of them returned empty handed. One thing they all had in common was the fear. Each hit on the door sounded like it would either crack it open or rip it out by the hinges and yet it seemed no one was going to put up a tougher fight.                              

"Forget the weapons! Just hold the door!!" Breala shouted as she ran over to the door. All the Zytes joined her and together, they tried to keep the door shut with their weight. At first, she had thought that their only chance was to stand up and fight but now she realised it wasn't a chance at all! Their only chance was making sure they didn't have to fight. However, considering the force they were up against, all they could do was postpone their fate a little longer. She was right there at the very front with tens stacked behind her adding their weight to hers to keep the enemy out. Breala had accepted a while back that it could all be in vain. Putting herself at the front of the queue was just her way of motivating those whose courage was fuelled only by her provocation. For her, this place had been home and if the day was her very last, she couldn't think of a better way to spend it than protecting the palace. The parents fought for their children others for their pride while most only fought because they wanted to fit in. With each hit on the door, they were pushed a foot back and they pushed back each time putting the door back to its original position. For about half an hour, it looked like they would be able to hold the door for as long as they needed to but then there was a pose in the bangs which was followed by a massive blow! Breala and the citizens found themselves flying with pieces of the door. As they approached the ground, they could see what had laid waste to the last thirty minutes of hard work; the blue-blue eyed giant! She drew her blades and threw flames at the monstrosity. Her choice of action turned out to be a big mistake! The giant, who was not hurt at all by the flames, stretched out his hand and grabbed her leg. He spun her about and flung her out of the palace which sat atop a mountain. Was there a way she could survive that?!

Thank you very much for your time, have a great day.

-Constino