Chapter 1: The end? Or just a beginning?
Screams echoed throughout the dirty street filled with ash and blazes raged into the heavens, creating pillars of smoke holding up the sky. Tears, sweat and blood dripping from an exhausted face both mentally and physically, making a painful expression most would take pity for, if they hadn't known the horrors he plunged the city into. His body, which was wrapped in fancy black clothing now reduced to worn tatters and his toned muscles supporting his body's light build, aching in extreme pain. His body stood still, soft panting escaped his slightly opened mouth. His large hands clenched on the sharp daggers held in his hands. He wiped off splattered blood from the smooth skin on his face.
Castles lay in ruin, houses fit to house no more, rubble filling the grassy streets, and orange flames engulfed everything the eye could see. Which is why when 'He', opened his cold, dark blue eyes that felt like an abyss was looking back at you, 'He' looked into the stars escaping the harsh brutal reality and seeking some sort of godly miracle, to bring 'Him' back into the days with 'Her'. He was still for a minute, then continuing through the enormous amount of aching and deep cuts inflicted on his body, he started walking unsteadily at a ducks waddle. He avoided stepping into the mass amount of dark red puddles as he went towards the collapsed city gate. Bodies lay, with red liquid oozing out the spaces between the guards armour. The body had a face painted red with horror and disgust, and eyes staring at the pure nothingness beyond our world.
The man with tattered clothes continued staggering past the bodies on the ground, finally exiting the red painted city. There were fewer bodies outside the gate, but it didn't mean they were inexistant. A few men in lighter leather clothes lay in a patch of grass painted red with their blood, however they looked peaceful, satisfied as such. Even though they were no longer in this world, one, the oldest looking one with the biggest build, clenched a note of paper in his big hands. After wrenching the paper out of their hands, the man, with his daggers now holding down on his waist's belt, read the contents. His expression grew lively and his face was practically gleaming and glowing with colour. Tears rolled down his face and a wholesome smile grew extremely as he strained his beautiful voice to express his joy, "You're alive! Rosanne!���
Now stumbling, the man moved forward towards the nearby lively forest and sat with his back against the rough brown tree. His eyes on the verge of being closed, he took a good last look at the colourful wildlife of the forest and with a smile, his consciousness faded falling into sleep. "Asher." A sweet voice called out to him at the end of a dark tunnel. "Asher." She called again yet closer this time. "Asher." She had a sweet giggle this time and he felt that the soft sweet voice felt familiar. HIs eyes opened to see himself on top of a green grassy hill. "Rosanne." he spoke softly, shocked to see her beautiful smiling face and defined facial features. 'He', Asher smiled, and stood, giddily following his beloved Rosanne. He could yet again be with her, even after everything that has happened. While walking he felt no discomfort, as if the tormenting hell he experienced yesterday that lingered over him with every movement was nothing but a bad dream, but he was too caught up in the mood and didn't realise. Then Asher tripped headfirst into the grass stood up almost unaffected but he noticed the world change eerily, the bright sunny day with blue skies now has dark clouds blocking the sun entirely and black skies overhanging him. Frantically, he searched for Rosanne "Rosanne, Rosanne where are you!?" he called. She replied "over here" but her voice felt pained and distorted which Asher replied in speeding up out of worry while the memories of yesterday rushed into his mind.
Through the previously green grass that has now been dyed in crisp black and the scent of death emanating from it. Each step grew heavier and heavier as Asher rushed to the top of the dyed black hill where he noticed a rundown unpleasant shack. The shack was beat up and old with a collapsed frame and dying weeds poking out of every little crevice. Asher rushed to open the door at fear of only Rosanne's life almost completely disregarding the dangerous situation this could put himself in. Asher could see her, her bright sparkly blue eyes turned black with green pupils, her silky golden hair levitated to both her sides and out of both sides of her head, horns grew symmetrically to each other. "Asher, help me." Rosanne pleaded convincingly as a singular blood red tear escaped her eyes. Asher was frozen, yet not at how demonic his beloved has become, but infinite thoughts rushed through his head on what way he has to utilise to actually help her. Yet Rosanne didn't know this and her frailty grew to immeasurable strength in pure anger.
"Why won't you help me!" She screamed and wailed her arms in the direction of Asher, who was petrified in thought. Teardrops flew with every berserk movement as she leaped towards Asher flailing her arms. Asher was forced to dodge, missing a clenched fist by a hair. She was untrained and even if she was trained she wouldn't be able to pull off any proper movements in this berserk state of mind, even if she even tried to utilise muscle memory. Yet being trained or not won't decrease her pure unfathomable strength in which case she would be able to knock Asher's lights out with a solid hit. But Asher won't give Roxanne up to her demonic tantrum. A train of thought entered Asher's mind while continually dodging her fists. "Tantrum? Anger? Emotions? Calm?" He thought, barely linking these together, yet he came up with a solution. In only a few swift movements he stomped on the wooden plank launching himself in a speedy leap in the direction of Roxanne. His movements fast and swift while his body angle low, he entered the close range of Roxanne, directly in front of her. Circling his arms around her waist, he rested his head on her shoulders and whispered delicately and affectionately in her ears "It's alright, I'll fix this."
Her golden hair dropped elegantly, returned to regular gravity and her eyes closed peacefully as she passed out smiling in her loved ones warm embrace. Asher let out a slight grin and a large sigh of relief when he heard a noise, squeak, crack, snap! After the small brawl the two of them had, no aging wooden boards could support such excessive strain. Firstly, Roxanne fell through the floorboards, barely slipping through Asher's hand. After Asher had let out a call for Roxanne, where he was standing let out as well and he joined her in falling. Under the shack Asher was in, was nothing but pure darkness. The roof was covered in darkness apart from the broken floorboards letting light that entered through the shack's holes into the abyss. The area surrounding Asher was layered in darkness yet Asher didn't notice. His eyes were focused on the falling silhouette of a sleeping Roxanne.
"We have been falling for 15, no, 20 minutes? Roxanne." Asher thought to himself in anguish, focusing on Roxanne. His sense of direction and time has dulled and the strength in his eyes were becoming annulled, yet his determination to catch up to Roxanne only became stronger. As he fell he slowly yet surely felt weary. His eyes started closing but a fearsome noise woke him up. Squish, splatter. Within a split second, Asher opened his eyes and instantaneously recognised the scene before him. Upon a stalagmite with blood oozing down it, Roxanne's figure lay in pain and blood that has been splattered around seeped into the dry brown dead cracks. Asher's face painted with pain and anguish after seeing a scene that belonged within a horror play only. Asher's mind was not quiet. Within the mind was a screaming so loud it was only comparable to the billions of tortured sinners held captive in Hell. The ground that has absorbed Roxanne's blood now rushing towards Asher's head. His head was only a few finger lengths away from his tormented face when he shut his eyes in expectation to the blow ahead of him. His eyes opened.
A familiar scene displayed itself before him, the wilderness of the forest was silent while Asher's heart was beating so loud it could create an earthquake. The peacefulness of the forest failed to settle the screaming and torment of his mind. He forced his frantic sporadic panting to slow and attempted to understand the situation. The entire experience he had just gone through was a dream, no, a nightmare, a terrible one, yet Asher knew that Roxanne's cries or help was not faked in any way. He remembered the note from yesterday that set his racing heart at ease, then was doing the same now. The note, no, the message from Roxanne expressing her safety and the real situation, finally calmed Asher's heart and gave him an objective, 'To reach the country in which Roxanne resides within, Wilderdredge'.
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