7 July 2012
In the land of Aleia all is calm and serene as the life giving star sets beyond the horizon, nocturnal creatures of all manner of being began to stir. The song of the Fae filled the night as they lulled the star to sleep and coaxed the night sky to emerge. A long roar escaped the mouth of a male Lyrex, signifying his readiness to mate. The plains rolled over hills and down into valleys and over the mountains, past the enchanted forests to the city of Pyre, where Aleia's dominant beings reside. Pyre is an imposing sight; it had towering walls that shielded the circumference of the city. Defence armaments were placed equidistant to defend the city from any incursions. The massive gates that signalled an entrance to the city were massive and heavy, they were made of materials devised by the city's sages; capable of withstanding great amounts of force. Truly the city of Pyre was known by all to be the impenetrable city of the Magi.
A fleet of H.I.V.E twelve strong flew quickly with purpose within city; sadly on this day Pyre's walls had been breached. The chaos within the walls was in sharp contrast with the serenity outside. The scene of the glorious city of the Magi was indeed one of devastation. The H.I.V.E fleet seemed to be the last drones in action and their numbers were quickly falling, the sound of projectiles and magical Kama had died down, and the battle had turned into a sword and fist fight, and any weapon a warrior could use that didn't require ammunition. Dead bodies littered the courtyard where pockets of warriors on both sides fought for victory. In the midst of this all, a glorious sight is seen; the King's champion waged battle against a dozen men on his own. Even as he savagely defended his wife and daughter, he cut down his assailants with mighty, swift, strokes of his long blade. As one enemy warrior fell two more came in his place, inevitable the attacking force overwhelmed him and his kin were felled maliciously.
The champion paused for a moment transfixed in disbelief, as the culprit smiled a wicked smile. With a cry of rage, pain and sadness, the champion lunged at the culprit without regard to his own safety and buried his long blade into his body, through his heart and out his upper back. The dead mans body grips the blade as he fell, even as the other assailants closed in to avenge their brethren. The champion ignored his lost blade and unsheathed his twin short blades, three fell before they knew he was upon them. Truly they could not withstand his anger. However, the number of defenders were dwindling and the overwhelming number of the enemy gained even more ground. Tears ran down the champions' eyes as he absently hacked his victims and thought of his love and their begotten. His arms began to tire as they should after fighting for five days, even his prodigious strength had its limits. All around lay bodies in piles of the enemy and further attempts to attack him were hesitant. He welcomed this chance to catch his breath, even as he struggled to keep his blades raised in warning. The enemy had encircled him but now they made a path and a man in unusual armour walked through. (tbc)
© 2011 by Pthasse Amadeus
EZRA Pt. 1 • Opuss № I