Forbidden unity

The Crumbling of a home

Over the past few months things were quiet. Peaceful and simple. 

The previous war had long since been forgotten and left to the ashes. Nobody seemed to think about the rivaling city that had gone silent. It was as if there was never any fighting at all. 

The new king was the second eldest son, he held a strong resentment to Allura for killing his father. He had over exhausted himself planning how he would torture her in the worst possible way. Upon discovering her past of losing her entire city and family to his father, he knew how he would break her. 

Although Allura remained unaware of the changes to come or the shifting in the wind. It was growing cold and snow was settling over all the land. Allura kept herself busy with stocking up her people with food and fire wood for the coming winters. 

Her and Arguyas grew closer and closer together as they worked to keep her city safe. Reinforcing the walls and preparing for the bitter cold to set in. 

As the snow fell and covered the roofs of houses and market stalls, it blanketed the earth around everything with a thick covering of soft white beauty. The city shone bright under the moon light as the snow covered it all. 

Warm glows of the fires from homes illuminated the streets and gave the whole city a cozy and inviting feel. 

The air was cold and crisp, as you exhaled that breath, it could be seen in puffs of white clouds that instantly vanished like phantoms as it exited your lips. 

Dogs ran and played leaving behind their prints in the snow, mixed in with the shoe prints of hard working men and playing children. 

Mothers woulgd shout for their children to return home and warm up, while the children wailed in protest: "five more minutes mama!" 

Dads would shoo the children quickly inside, instructing them to mind their mothers. 

The air would be filled with the smell of stew and fresh baked pies, tea and coffee each evening as families sat around their tables for dinner. 

Everything was calm in the city, The picture of complete serenity. But it wouldn't last. 

On the fifth full moon of that winter, the young kings armies marched for Alluras city, armed and ready to tear the city to pieces. 

Not long after everyone settled into their bed in anticipation for a calm and quiet evening, the alarms sounded and shouts from the guard towerys rang out in alert of the approaching army. 

Allura was jolted from her sleep as the guards barged in to warn her of the danger. She lept from her bed and immediately began arming herself for a fight. Although her main protector protested her fighting she refused to stand by without a fight. 

Arguyas was also awoke and prepared himself for battle. But before anyone had time to fully prepare the ground rumbled as the first stone struck the walls leaving a gaping hole and soldiers began to pour into the city, burning everything they saw. 

The screams of women and children filled the air as houses burned. Mothers cried out desperately for their sons who had been trapped in the blaze under a bed unable to escape and too afraid to emerge from their hiding spot. 

Women and children were slaughtered in front of their families and neighbors. Blood stained the pure white snow and the streets were filled with the bodies of the innocent. 

The sound of clashing swords swarmed over the screams and crackling fires as the guards fought hard to protect their homes, but they were hopelessly outnumbered. 

The smell of fire and burning flesh and fur was sickeningly thick in the air around the city. The castle too began to burn and crumble under the pressure of the massive stones that struck its walls. 

Allura and Arguyas were left fighting for their home But as the men slaughtered the entire city and its patrons, they left Arguyas and Allura alive in the ruins as the city burned and fell. 

Nothing and no one left alive anywhere. Allura felt her resolve weaken as she dropped to her knees in the blood stained streets as the fires slowly melted away the snow. 

She could feel nothing as she went numb. Cascading into a void of loss and pain as everything she fought so hard for was once again torn from her grasp. The sounds around her were nothing but a muffled echo as she starred hopelessly into the flames. 

The bodies of a mother and father holding their three month old baby could be seen in the flames of what was once a home. A dog ran wildly past her in fear with yelps of protest and pain. 

She fell forward onto her hands and knees heaving and crying, screaming in complete agony as she rubbed frantically at her nose, willing the stench of burning human flesh to leave her. Tears dropped continuously between her hands and sizzled to nothing into the charred ground. 

Arguyas was shouting for her. When he saw her he ran to her side. She had burns all down her arms and legs and side. Blood covered her hands and face. But none of it was her own. She hadn't heard his voice or even felt his presence as she screamed until the world around her faded to black, along with the city she once called home. 

Another home lost. 

More blood shed. 

More tears. 

More death. 

Allura vowed that day to never let it happen again. 

This was the last straw. She would end this suffering. 

Even if that meant tearing down every king that sat upon his throne. 

The death would end. Weather or not anyone felt it could. 

Allura was in this fight until the end. She would fight until the sun burnt away and the moon fell from the sky, if that is what it would take the bring peace and protect those she loved from further unnecessary harm. 

These wars were the beginning of the beginning. For the end of the wars would only signify the beginning of a new more peaceful time for all of Danfreel.