1- Crisis
It was a time of nightmare, a time where sin and greed impeded the way
of achieving salvation, a time where people only strived for revolution and not
freedom of rights.
It was a time where people practiced the forbidden arts of reincarnation.
People were murdered for their souls, beasts were “sacrificed” for their
souls as well, and by doing that, the souls’ hidden powers were unleashed. It
may sound like some cliche fantasy plot, but it was true, back then in the year 2204.
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The city was in ruins, the people all
in despair; the only things left in sight were bloodshed, remorse and tears. It was the most brutal attack delivered by an opposing force ever.
But the people were innocent, they only wanted peaceful lives, and what
they faced was a burning inferno raging the busy streets of West Silvereign
City. Skyscrapers tumbled over like a falling stack of cards, all too ready to
crush anything and everything. Suffering children were trapped between layers of
concrete debris; all wailing for fear that they may not see their guardians
again.
Blood smothered the once polished streets. The entire stretch of pavement
was literally covered with the crimson liquid, and the pungent smell of it
worsened the horrendous condition of the survivors. Some of them were wailing
in agony, some were praying for salvation, most just stuck close with their
loved ones, dead or alive. Sirens of hope rang the ears of the victims, and it
got louder. But it soon vanished as the Tower of Tavern collapsed. All hope was
lost, and death awaited them.
A lone teenager, that was me, remained unharmed, not even a bruise. I
stood above the firmest building, viewing the destroyed remains of the city,
the people who just lost the will to live. My heart was without peace, as I
knew the war would never end. The ongoing war between three clans of unmatched
strength has done only the worst to revolutionize the world, contrary to what
their followers said. And it was greed, and only greed which caused this.
I shook my head in disbelief while using the bloodied fingers of my
right hand to rid my flowing tears of disappointment. I was flabbergasted.
Since when did I get injured? I felt excruciating pain, and hastily used
my left hand to try and cover the wounded finger to prevent excessive blood
loss. But I couldn’t handle it and let out a shriek, not because of the pain
which I didn’t bother much, but because of the government’s reluctance to spare
any victims. That moment, I saw the polluted faces of the city’s corrupted army
exactly twenty feet in front of me, one of them wielding a rather long sniper
with smoke coming out of the gun barrel.
“You are the only one uninjured in this city. And thus we officially
declare you the prime suspect of this calamity. You shall be executed now.”
Without hesitation, all the so-called ‘soldiers’ raised their guns ninety
degrees upwards, ready to exterminate the only standing one. They were filled
with sins, and yet they did not give a damn.
I clenched my left fist in extreme anger, as my right palm cease to
function. The bullets were poisonous, which were new at the time. If I didn’t
seek treatment soon I will eventually die, and my death will go unnoticed by anyone except the army. The north eastern winds blew without
vain, effectively brushing my dark brown hair backwards, revealing my unique
indigo-colored eyes to the battle-equipped men, which startled them. I stared
at those sinners with utter fury, wanting to kill each and every one of those
bastards, but it was too late. The poison has spread through my entire right
arm, which caused it to swell up, seemingly about to burst at any rate.
“Bring it, scums!” I ignored my
apparently numbed right shoulder and lifted my still usable left hand upwards,
spreading my fingers apart, and placed my palm onto the detritus-filled ground.
I’d guess it, they had enough.
“FIRE!!” Just at that moment, a storm of lead was raining down towards
my direction. They were fast, accurate, all fired by the best snipers alive.
But for me, they were nothing but mere rats hunting for innocent cheese.
The soul in me has reigned over my sanity.
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