As the sun was setting, everyone was going towards their home. Another day ended. Hoping for the welfare of tomorrow, they would approach the statue of the goddess and pray thankfully for their life and ask for another good day.
Every night was like this for the commoners of Saint Land, the floating island of the goddess. The same world, happy world, always tranquil where nothing special ever happened. But its inhabitants liked it. They didn’t want it to change. They had a peaceful, happy life on it.
But that would end. For the first time, a strange thing happened: a huge noise followed by a powerful light. No one noticed it, but the ones living at the royal palace. Only they would know. Why is that? you may ask. Because the Iris Castle was separated from the rest of the town. It was placed on a mountain, hidden by a forest.
But what happened? All the people inside the castle started a general ruckus. What could’ve happened? Then the first scream:
“Fire!” Then slowly more and more powerful:
“Fire? Where? Oh, no! Fire! Bring water!”
Everyone was running in all directions, accomplishing nothing. But then the powerful voice of the head of the family stopped them:
“Calm down, everyone! Now, do as I say: firstly, some men take all the women and children out of the castle and send them to the town; secondly, other go and bring water; the men that have nothing else to do help me take out the fire!”
All listened to him and did as they were told. They extinguished the fire quickly. “Yeeees!” they would all scream happily. “But I wonder what could’ve started it…” thought the head of the family. But just as he said it, someone cried aloud:
“Look there! Fire!”
“There too!”
“It’s impossible for the fire to spread that quickly! said the head of the family. Only if… it can’t be!”
“Look there!” someone shouted.
“Wolfram family’s dragons! They’ve come to help us!”
“Hmm… but how did they know we are in trouble? We’re on the other side of the mountain!” said Gonzo, one of the buttlers. As soon as he said those words an arrow pierced through his chest and through his heart.
“Gonzo!” the head of the family cried.
“No time to watch out for others, is there Ares?”
“William! What’s the meaning of this? Explain yourself!”
“You rush into questions as always, don’t you? What does it seem to you? Why, a coup d'état of course!”
“You idiot! Are you trying to anger the goddess?”
“What would you know about the goddess?”
“Much more than you think!”
The Wolfram family’s head looked at the other nobleman with disgust and shouted:
“Your reign is now over!”
“William! You don’t know what you are doing! Stop this craziness right away!”
“Die, Ares Arius von Wyncote!” yelled von Wolfram and unsheathed his long sword with a quick move and pushed it forward, towards Ares, piercing through his heart.
“Now the throne is mine! All of you! Kill every single one of this family! Woman or child, none shall live!”
Everywhere there were flames. Everywhere screams could be heard. Everywhere blood could be smelled. Death was everywhere…
On the top of the mountain a young woman opened her big violet eyes beholding all these and murmured insensitive:
“What will happen now? I’ll watch silently over it… the newly started world…”
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