Dragons, Demons and Men

The Men's Retreat

That chant followed those men for the rest of their lives. And that life would short lived. That battle would never be recorded. Yet one group of those 100 that survived that fateful day would spread the work. And one young man specifically. Kyrie, he had been brought up by the General Proelium, he had fought hundreds of battles for all. Kings, Warlords and had even been for hire at one point in his life. But Kyrie had always been out performed by his sister. She stood next to him at this time. Around the fire. No man nor woman said a word. There was no comfort for the past day. This was the point where they must separate. Go and spread word that this was the end. Gods have risen, Kings have fallen. No words where spared only the nods of now soulless bodies. Kyrie and Agnus where off to the East, to find there father, their mother.

Iron armour clashed as they stepped heavily. Swords swayed hanging of their belt like a thief on the stage.
"So, how many did you kill?" Muttered Agnus, a smile spread through her face.
"Is everything a competition with you?" He screamed "Thousands just died to... to those things! Those Demons! And all you care about is how many you killed?" Kyrie grabbed Agnus' arm with strength.
"Your right... this is no longer a competition. This is war. This is the end of the world. Death is Coming. This is the Beginning of the End" Agnus stopped. She stared into the ground. She collapsed. Kyrie had never seen her so destroyed. She had always been the strong one, the favourite out of them, mother had always complemented her golden locks and wide brown eyes. Father had always complemented her strength and intelligence! But no thought was ever given to Kyrie.
"Agnus get the fuck up, this is no time for mourning over the dead. This is the time to fight! Or survive as long as we can! We need to tell Mother and Father before it's too late!" Kyrie grabbed her collar and yanked her back up onto her feet. She smiled and pushed him.
"Don't tell me what to do brother" Agnus laughed as she helped Kyrie back up, they laughed for a while as they continued East to the White Halls of Vitae, the city of life.

After 3 days of walking and only 1 day left of the travel before getting to Vitae Kyrie and Agnus became more aware of the past days. The blood that had been shed the lives that had been lost. Suddenly Agnus grabbed Kyrie's head and shoved it down behind a log.
"Look!" She whispered "Ents! There real! They must be moving to save themselves. Last time Mors rose he burnt everything, left the world in ash."
Kyrie responded with a slap on the back of the head and he stood up.
"Agnus the scrolls say they are harmless, let's keep moving" Agnus sighed and agreed, they walked Eastward. The Ents were going the same way. They walked in between the legs of the hundreds of Ents that marched, the branches cracked and snapped off as they walked. As they both left the forest behind the sun began to set. But they did not rest today. Vitae was in eyes view, home was in there grasp. As they approached Vitae they saw the grand pillars that held up these stone walls, they'd lasted 1,000 years, defended the city against there old forgotten enemies and those new ones that now stand at there door. The Demons had not yet travelled this far. They must know that they are the weaker out of the two. Kyrie smirked as he thought about this. Knowing that the war against those things would soon be over, yet his smug look was soon shot down as he remember the sight of Mors. The Beginning of the End. The guards at the gate wore full white and red steel armour. They were the gate keepers, some of the best soldiers ever trained. They are the first defence on the city walls, although there small in numbers they are more feared than a thousand men trained from 10. As soon as those giant gates opened to let the siblings through the city seemed to erupt with merchants selling exotic goods, children running down the Street Of Coin. The centre street. It lead straight to the palace. Marble and built into the Mountain. 5 Statues stood, hundreds of feet tall. They're the five grand kings. Each of them at the bottom a small plaque that held the basics of there grand stories. As Kyrie and Agnus proceeded into the main hall, they stormed into the throne room heads turned to the door, where both siblings stood.                                                                                                                        "HOW DARE THEE!" Beckoned the kings voice "How dare two of the finest soldiers be covered in blood! Underfeed! And still with their Royal armour on!" the king laughed. He knew both of them very well, their father General Proelium was one of the greatest companions to him, they had often been brought to the king, he was like a second father to them.                                                  "My lord" Both Kyrie and Agnus bowed "we have news, and this is not the news that will be pleasant to the ear, this will make them bleed".