Chapter I
(A previous note: I am not from a country where English is the mother language - if you must know, I am Portuguese -, which means that my written English could sometimes be not as bright as I'd like it to be. My apologies for that. Feel free to report my mistakes - I will thank that. Hope you enjoy reading my world as much as I enjoy writting it.)
The whole sky was flashing with light. Angry lightning burst through the black clouds, illuminating the dark night for no more than mere seconds. Some bolts came alive to the dusty soil, bursting violently on the hardened ground with a ravenous sound that echoed through the wide valley.
The earth itself, as the sky, was dark, stony, irregular, forming deep valleys between huge rocky formations. The blistering light thrown up by the furious skies above casted strange shadows all around. Old legends said those shadows had a life of their own, changing their shape according to the very thoughts and emotions of those who stared upon them.
But, afar from that, the Underworld wasn't much different from the Earth in those bleak days.
Or so it seemed to her crying blue eyes.
It was all a matter of perpective, said the demon who was in charge of the expedition. Usually, those who survived the journey through the ridges and reached the city of Nitramneadh found in the Underworld quite a friendly place.
Whatever the word "friendly" meant in that blasted land.
In that moment, the better for her was try to find it friendly somehow, she said for herself. But how could she consider anything friendly then? Heavy rusty chains hold her fists and ankles tightly, opening wound in her soft, white skin. Her hands were firmly bounded on her back, and the chains on her feet only allowed her to give small steps. He could not think about running, for she was chained to other prisoners behind her. She was the first of her queue. In front of her, marched the army of demons.
For a moment she stared at the dark sky. If she could at least fly as before... but thinking about that was pointless. Even if she wasn't chained, her right wing has been wounded in the battle days ago. The freedom of the skies was now too far from her.
As the freedom of her world, lost behind the vortex of the Eastern Gate.
Another tear fell with that thought. Lost. The tear, her freedom, her world, her future. Everything lost in a war that didn't belong to her. But now that she was trapped in the very heart of hell, that just didn't matter anymore.
Far in the cloudy horizon, the great, dark obsidian Tower of Nitramneadh could now be seen, the eternal fire on the top of it burning like a beacon of light in a world of darkness.
The whole sky was flashing with light. Angry lightning burst through the black clouds, illuminating the dark night for no more than mere seconds. Some bolts came alive to the dusty soil, bursting violently on the hardened ground with a ravenous sound that echoed through the wide valley.
The earth itself, as the sky, was dark, stony, irregular, forming deep valleys between huge rocky formations. The blistering light thrown up by the furious skies above casted strange shadows all around. Old legends said those shadows had a life of their own, changing their shape according to the very thoughts and emotions of those who stared upon them.
But, afar from that, the Underworld wasn't much different from the Earth in those bleak days.
Or so it seemed to her crying blue eyes.
It was all a matter of perpective, said the demon who was in charge of the expedition. Usually, those who survived the journey through the ridges and reached the city of Nitramneadh found in the Underworld quite a friendly place.
Whatever the word "friendly" meant in that blasted land.
In that moment, the better for her was try to find it friendly somehow, she said for herself. But how could she consider anything friendly then? Heavy rusty chains hold her fists and ankles tightly, opening wound in her soft, white skin. Her hands were firmly bounded on her back, and the chains on her feet only allowed her to give small steps. He could not think about running, for she was chained to other prisoners behind her. She was the first of her queue. In front of her, marched the army of demons.
For a moment she stared at the dark sky. If she could at least fly as before... but thinking about that was pointless. Even if she wasn't chained, her right wing has been wounded in the battle days ago. The freedom of the skies was now too far from her.
As the freedom of her world, lost behind the vortex of the Eastern Gate.
Another tear fell with that thought. Lost. The tear, her freedom, her world, her future. Everything lost in a war that didn't belong to her. But now that she was trapped in the very heart of hell, that just didn't matter anymore.
Far in the cloudy horizon, the great, dark obsidian Tower of Nitramneadh could now be seen, the eternal fire on the top of it burning like a beacon of light in a world of darkness.
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