Fighting the Beast

It was never easy hearing about all the deaths, the ones missing, the ones found damaged or dead. Reville never thought the kingdom could come to this. Never wanted to inherit all this horror all this destruction. The damage was overwhelming, her people once flourished now empty shells of a vibrant nation. The stories they told as real as themselves as true as the red in her veins. She knows who was to blame and she knows that this had to end. The forest in the valley far below was what she hated most.

Original was all he knew, his name lost in history. He was the original, there were others made through those whom he made, he could feel them, their presences like his own. He knew the stories, those that made him stronger. He knew about the horrors, the deaths, the people who feared him. By his own hand many met their fate, he started this millenniums ago with one death and has defended himself ever since. He loathed the kingdom that sat so far up on the mountain, one day he will end it all.

In the shadows they have waited, watched, calculated their plan. Many centuries it has continued as such and now for the execution, it was time to put this plan in motion.

Something big was coming Original could feel it in his bones, Reville knew it in her heart. They just haven't realized they might need each other to overcome.