We Are: Waking The Fallen

13: We Are: Ending the Fallen

The white haired man with empty eyes rested his head in his pale palms, his eyes squeezed shut. The blonde child with pale, pale blue skin, so pale, it was almost white. But it was blue all the same, watched the man beside her. There was a third figure, but she lay on the ground, dying, dying, dead. She had ink black hair and raven black eyes, or would have done, if she was not sinking into the ground, returning to the shadows where she belonged. 

The two, the man and the girl, stood, or more of, kneeled on the ground of what once was a battlefield. 

Black blood was in pools, still not dried, yet the bodies that were once there were only bones, their bodies unable to sustain the loss of their life force that had been extended far too long. The child stood, lost in thought, and the man crouched, his grief forcing him to abandon all dignity. 

They had failed.

They had all failed.

And there was no more hope.

The girl was wrenched for her sorrowful thought pattern as the sound of wing, undreds or thousands of wings. A murder of crows was flying in endless loops around a skull-less skeleton, lifting it off of the ground in a series of screams and caws. 

Then there was a blinding light, and finally the man looked up from his hands.

In lace of the skeleton, when the murder had dispersed and vanished amid the corpses, was a hooded figure, and they both knew who the newcomer was.

"I am War." The figure said with a hind smile, and the white haired man on the floor stood. "My name and my powers would have remained the same as Death's if not for your actions." The girl folded her arms and looks at the older man beside her. 

His eyes, which were normally white, were pitch black, and she saw tiny veins of the same colour in his hair.

She stepped backwards. He was angry.

"Ah, The Silver Assassin..." War shook his head slowly. "I will not take such a furious soul back with me..." The Assassin just growled, a low, feral growl. "You will burn out your power, you will burn out your life." War sighed sadly. "Just like what happened to the rest of your kind that led to their extinction."

A faint dull light began to envelop the Assassin's body. 

"Only I have a name now," War smiled. "For the Undead are no longer worthy of life, and therefore unworthy of names." His voice was gentle and forgiving. "I was the one who made the suggestion, and you can no longer name yourself while you belong in this Undeath. Our father, out master and lord forbids it, for it was they who cast such powerful magic." The nameless man opened his mouth to speak, but no words emerged, only another growl and the dull light around him became brighter. The child began to back away, but coils of snake like darkness had wrapped around her body, and she felt something constricted her heart, crushing the lfe out of her body. A soundless scream escaped her lips, and she saw, before her own grey eyes was a white form, forcing out of her open mouth. 

She fell to the floor, dead, just as the dull light emitting from the man's body exploded.

Shockwaves shook the ground, tearing it asunder. 

Objects began to fly, the earth began to shake. And then all was still. 

Dead birds, crows, animals littered the floor, bodies ravaged by the violent impact.

And just as the silence fell, the white haired male fell to the floor, his magic turning him to the body of a child.

War sighed. "Such a loss. Now I have no soul to collect." And finally, in a flurry of feathers, War vanished into the Underworld where he belonged, and where the souls that had been take from death were meant to say.

The Undead have finally left the world you will grow to call home. 

The battlefields they once fought on are now barren expanses, the blood that ran through their veins poisoning the land and leaving wastelands and deserts in their place. 

Though I explained the war here within a short time, it lasted far, far longer than it seemed, spanning over years, continued in the world where nothing truly lives.

But this is not the end, those who have listened to the story. No, there is one more act to unveil before I end my tale.

Ah, do you wish to know who I am, those who haven't already guessed.

I am the being with no gender, no true or given name. I am the creature who lives hidden in the shadows of the underworld. I am the one who creates all, destroys all, and collects what remains.

You know me as Spiral.

Others know me as 'Father', and 'Lord' and 'Master'. All gender related titles.

I am the Creator of souls, the giver of time, and the taker of life.

I am Spiral, the ruler of the heavens, hells and he world you call 'Earth'.