Upon returning to the house the old woman leaves the gatherings of her venture. Stepping outside slowly walking down a narrow path, covered by feet or two sized flat rocks. Looking at the beautiful sunset, she sits on a rock next to the small stream of water that is floating down the hill. Closing her eyes, with a deep breath of fresh air. She exhales, allowing her mind to flow freely. Thoughts, idea and images passing thru her mind, just as the body of water next to her continue passing her, but yet it was also forever by her side. This special moment of silence whom she used to share with someone some moons ago. Now used to cope with his early departure. Following her with curiosity, he finds her sitting down, eyes closed and her hands laying on her laps. No sound or movement to acknowledge his presence. Joining her side, he sits next to her looking at the setting sun. Which he used to pass by, without having a single thought. Now looking thru another pair of eyes, it seems as its trying to speak to him of a greater purpose. When everything seems unclear, and the future is filled with mystery. There still is light and colors of passion, greater than many of fights who were fought to the death. With her eyes closed she places her hand on his shoulder. Noticing that makes him wonder, what thoughts could be occupying her mind. When the vibe of this sunset could make anyone appreciate its power. He faces the sun closing his eyes, the final rays before its disappearance act, gently touch his face. Breathing the now cool and crisp air. The lights are now shutting off and the play through of that dreadful day begins. The darkness setting in, clouds thick and filled with doubt, invaded by ruthless creatures of chaos and destruction. Penetrating the barrier between the Heaven's and Hell. They have found a way to get thru "The One". Breaching Heaven's Gates, meteorites lighting up the sky, the shadows of the clouds of soldiers is now raining down their planet. Looking up at the sky without a glimpse of worry or doubt, Vahaa looks down at his palms as the covered in symbols blades slowly come forth. In between the markings on his hand written in a circle, containing the power that cannot be left unleashed. Ready to defend his home as well as his people. The clash is coming near. The time span where the only thing that matters is now, if people lived now rather than waiting for later, or stuck in whats already over, maybe their decisions could be made with more power and influence them for the best while reminding them of what is worse. As demons make impact with the ground, everything unfolds. The slaughter of those who are defenseless, and the leveling of everything they have built. Sacrifice of many is why others fight to protect, as they realize in the scheme of life that every war is momentary. What truly matters is of who makes it on the other side, the world will be dictated by them. Emerging from the fog, a knight, the one they know as the Reaper. WIth his appearance, colder than chunks of ice flying endlessly thru the Universe, looking for their home. The Scythe in his in his hand itching to bring somebody their end. The armor blacker than dark matter itself, as smoke is coming from underneath his silken hood, that seems to be covering nothing but darkness and silence. At the glance of movement expressed with fear, he moves forward to its location, instantaneously almost as if he moved at the speed of light. With a swift one hundred and eighty degree angle spin of his Scythe in the direction of his back. His Scythe passing thru the air with the sound of splitting air, in an attempt to cut the fear before him in half...
To be continued...
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