Prologue - The Death of Silence
Bright lights of searing white whisk through the sky parting the clouds and revealing the vast worlds and heavens. Men angrily clashing weapons, as blood and sweat are spread across the fields, drop their weapons with a clash and reverberation that causes a thundering noise that spreads across the fields deafening one's ears, but then everything then drops to a silence. Silence that is gentle and expressive, yet domineering and authoritative.Silence that shows no mercy for any man, and shows no distinction between nationality, idealism, nationality. A silence that lingers in man's thoughts, and drives one to madness. The silence that a man shows once there is no life in him, no spirit, no soul, just……..nothing.
As the skies part men begin looking up with overwhelmed expressions that quell aunty sense of pride, or fear. An individual swirled with rays of golden amber light surrounding them, creating a saddened gentle expression begins floating down looking upon the world. Their face is sculpted with the ruggedness of a square face yet, their eyes express a gentle embrace with their warm amber golden eyes. Their face is clean and bright like porcelain as if recently sculpted by an artist. The body, while looking feminine in nature, embraces a style of muscular structure that men envy and women desire. Men continue gazing upon the individual, astonished that any being can embrace a perfect appearance as this.
All of sudden a man begins to scream out in pain. The agonizing scream begins again but in the opposite direction of another man. Another begins to scream, and then another screams again and again until the field is encompassed with men screeching in pain. Individuals begin crouching in pain, calling for loved ones, praying to gods, desperately looking for any individual to help them survive with the pain.
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The pain is unbearable, screams of burning insides, pressure that are cracking bones, organs dissolving within their bodies. The screams and shouts from each pain are not the same for each individual. Some shout in pain, but some shout in horror and fear, and their minds corrupted and no longer can maintain their hold on reality. As the shouting and pain continues men begin to collapse one by one, thud after thud as they fall to the ground mimicking the sounds of someone marching in place.
As the thuds eventually stop, left on the field are two men. They both continue to gaze at the golden individual as he floats and gently steps down to the ground as if he is ensuring his step to the ground does not awaken any of the dead. “Why Cause this atrocity!?” shouted one of the men “We fight in your honor, We killed in your honor, we conquered in your honor!”. The other individual begins to ask “No we are the ones defending your honor, we are upholding what you have taught us!” the other man pleaded to the individual “What have we done to disgrace you unlike these dogs of men here”.
“You watch your tongue!” barked the other man
“You are nothing but the scrum of society, you have no respect, no nobility you are even lucky we have let you lived this long”
“I will slit your throat where you stand right now”
“Try if you can,” said the man and they both drew their swords.
As the man begins swinging their swords the individual looks at them, with a sorrowful and defeated expression as someone would give to show true disappointment in the actions of others. The man's eyes begin to drop tears from his eyes as they gently caress his cheeks, he has no sound or words, but then turns his head and body around walking away from the two individual men. Both men then begin to scream in agony and pain, until they both collapse to the ground and their collapsing bodies are the last sounds that reverberate around them. The golden man then says “Finally silence”.
