All things come to an end
The war lasted for so long that people forgot why it even started. Young boys left home by the order of the lords and never returned. Each cycle, as new generations came to age, a new order would arrive with the list of names of boys that need to go to war. With them leaving, the village had less and less able bodies to take care of the fields, so most of them where now covered in weed.
It was an early morning when horns sounded in the distance. The villagers quickly went out of their homes to see what was happening. On the horizon, the banners of an unknown party could be seen. Finally, the war in all its form arrived at their door step. Two times had sun come up and went down in the sky. The village was suffering as the raiding party took all their food and water, assaulting any villager that did not give in to their demands. Most of the villagers were now sleeping outside, since the attackers have moved into their homes, but there was nothing they could do.
On the third night, the horns could be heard. Someone was coming.
"Saddle your horses, this is our prize, we will not let anyone take it!" screamed the leader as he was giving orders to his men. You could hear galloping of the horses approaching the village, closer and closer and then they clashed, two parties battling for the village that had nothing more to give.
The villagers started to run in hope they could escape the chaos, but most were cut down by swords from both sides. The whole village was burning and the dead were piling up. Screams of people dying and fires burning were raging into the night.
The ground shook and the horses jumped, knocking their riders off and running away. The ground was shaking more and more, the cracks started to appear. The buildings collapsed from fire or perhaps from ground shaking, who could tell. From the cracked ground, red liquid moved, burning anything it touched. Its sound intensified, so much that it could pierce eardrums. The village and everything surrounding it was now swallowed by red liquid. In the night sky Zre, Nirsh and Uzar, the three moons of Bleagatara, were moving into the conjunction. The Blood Moon has arrived, nothing will ever be the same.
It was an early morning when horns sounded in the distance. The villagers quickly went out of their homes to see what was happening. On the horizon, the banners of an unknown party could be seen. Finally, the war in all its form arrived at their door step. Two times had sun come up and went down in the sky. The village was suffering as the raiding party took all their food and water, assaulting any villager that did not give in to their demands. Most of the villagers were now sleeping outside, since the attackers have moved into their homes, but there was nothing they could do.
On the third night, the horns could be heard. Someone was coming.
"Saddle your horses, this is our prize, we will not let anyone take it!" screamed the leader as he was giving orders to his men. You could hear galloping of the horses approaching the village, closer and closer and then they clashed, two parties battling for the village that had nothing more to give.
The villagers started to run in hope they could escape the chaos, but most were cut down by swords from both sides. The whole village was burning and the dead were piling up. Screams of people dying and fires burning were raging into the night.
The ground shook and the horses jumped, knocking their riders off and running away. The ground was shaking more and more, the cracks started to appear. The buildings collapsed from fire or perhaps from ground shaking, who could tell. From the cracked ground, red liquid moved, burning anything it touched. Its sound intensified, so much that it could pierce eardrums. The village and everything surrounding it was now swallowed by red liquid. In the night sky Zre, Nirsh and Uzar, the three moons of Bleagatara, were moving into the conjunction. The Blood Moon has arrived, nothing will ever be the same.
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