Dystopia: Unchained Fate

Chapter Two: Redden Moon of the Fallen Kingdom

Candescent from the skyline, the redden moon illuminate the earth graced with riches and life appearing it to be emblazed like the scorching pit of an erupting volcano. Sipping the chi out from its core the earth seems to beat a skip of delay as it continues to die. Unfathomable calamities began shaking the entire earth while throwing the believers in the out-stretched bony limbs of death.

Wind which carries malice continues to blow in every direction, razing everything into rubbles leaving nothing but the attestation of destruction. The waters that surround the land continue to slam its ballistic waves in to the shore as if sending judgment to the sinners.

As the calamities continue to ruin the land, the redden moon renew smirching its iniquity with a stronger force bringing nothing but grief and vengeance in its wake. Climbing its illumination to the heart of the land called Mosea in the most advantaging chance. The redden moon had at last fragmented the barrier protecting the kingdom, making it the strongest fortress; which was created by the goddess in a million years before making the redden moon appear so young.

Looking like claws surrounding the discreet dome, the crimson light began to sip in from the gaps of the shattering barrier. Slowly but with accounted measures the malice within the rays had begun to sully the pure kingdom of Mosea sending it down to the depths of the abyss.

Unaware from what was happening beyond, the people who lived within the Kingdom of Mosea continued to celebrate the festival for their patron saint, named Clio. The goddess who was born in Mosea in the fallen times of the world. Who used her body as the barrier cell for the darkness as she descends taking the darkness with her in the depths of the abyss. Yet despite the festivity in the town square, someone in the kingdom knew that something was going on outside the protection.

From her room dressed in her ball gown designed with jewel and finest silk. The woman blessed with grace and known as the queen walked out from her four cornered room to her balcony when she felt an ominous aura within her. Anxiousness evident in her beautiful face she look up to the sky in its midnight-blue hue began to falter as a stream of cracking lines visible enough in her eyes.

Alarmed by this, immediately she turn back as she made a swift move out in her room. Shoes clanks against the velvet carpet floor she walk so fast as if she was about to dash while holding-up her gown to avoid stepping the cloth. Feeling her heart rammed against her chest, her breath began to rag as she continued to walk on the corridor that seems to be longer than it appears regardless of the years she spent living inside the palace.

Upon arriving the staircase heading down to the hall where a ball was held she waste no time and began to descend. She took two steps at the time not minding the danger of tripping and falling down the entire case. Mid-way, her eyes searched for the king within the crowd ignoring the questioning look from the guards lining up from the stairs. When her eyes saw the messy auburn hair and a crown on top, she almost smiled and felt relieved. She must make haste. She must tell his king that the kingdom is at stake. Rushing down to meet him... her vision began to blur and a strong wave of dizziness engulf her already pressured mind... and then...

SPLIT...

The queen stopped in her tracks as her body began to convulse uncontrollable as a deafening scream belch from her. Heads turnaround from the source of the voice. Stupefied in their position, they silently watch the queen's body continue convulse as her back bent backward and her eyes rolling-up. Every limb of her body began to jerk almost breaking her but despite of her difficulty, her mouth moved as she speaks in between her chokes.

"K... king... at stake... stake..." a tear slips down her left eyes as she struggle to speak again. "Mo... Mosea... save... save..."

A loud thunder wake them from their frozen stance as the queen fall with a thud in the staircase. Then a scream from every guest came after the fall of their queen. Sending waves of chills to the king as he forced his way to his love. Frantic and not knowing what to do, the guest run around like a confused animal looking for a sanctuary, making going through hard within the panic thrown guest. The king continue to make his way to where his queen lies and unattended.