Dream of Evil by Happy Parrot
“but deep inside he wanted to see this city burn to the ground together with his evil unnatural deeds…"
The City of Light
That day, it was Friday, the enemy did come in full force, but this was an enemy that has not been seen for many decades, they all vanished after a strange event that happened 300 years ago. Nobody had seen them for 300 hundred years and, now, now this army was at the gates of the White City, a city guarded by white walls. They were a race of extremely skilled warriors but now long forgotten and lost to the ears and eyes of today’s world, almost like people hidden behind mighty white walls…
Karma came to visit….two different doctrines and two different lifestyles will soon clash…
The leader of the invading force was Tramhil, a giant-looking man, he had giant rows of muscles all over his body, and he looked like was stung by wild wasps just a second ago…with his giant stature and his flawless physique he was really a menacing figure. Now this giant menacing figure was standing on the horizon, observing, watching, studying the White walls, scanning for weak points. Sun has started to sunsetting, his shadow was long, and it was reflecting under him in the sand, making Tramhil even more menacing and majestic looking being than he actually was.… It was a sight of almost biblical proportions.
Behind him, his army worked as one, shouting and singing warrior songs…Showing remaining guards on high walls their menacing, extremely sharp, and very advanced weapons…
This was not an ordinary leader and certainly not the ordinary army….
Behind this army that was growing by every minute, you could see three giant bluish Portals…and rivers of soldiers were constantly pouring in from these 3 portals, arriving at the place of looming battle…
All soldiers who came through the portal were in impeccable condition, physically and mentally…like they were groomed for this kind of adventure…Man of War.
Tristan was a guard on the other side, he was like other men, stunned, dumbfounded staring there with confused looks on his face at the development on the horizon.
He said almost in agony…This, this is not an ordinary Army, I told you Gods will send punishment, and now there it is, there is your fate..you drunk, filthy bastards…
The wall will endure, kid, you worry too much…
I, do?!?, look at the Horizon, if we don’t organize right now, this moment all men that are capable to bear arms and fight, nothing will be left standing by the next morning….
Do you understand me!!! he screamed at an old-looking guard who was still wobbling around in a drunken state from last night.
Tristan was one of the few in the City of Light who dint subdue to the twisted influences who were tirelessly, devouring his people every day, bit by bit.
The once great culture and society, full of great poets, musicians, mathematicians, and scholars now was a desert filled with sex, vine, and beer…the air in the city smelled like death and soon in a few hours uninvited death will be knocking on the main door…
Tramhil was still filling his ranks and coordinating the attack with his most valuable general Treon, Treon The unforgivable…
Treon looked at the sky it was almost dark. he said…
Soon..soon we will be ready.
Tramhil gave him a silent nod….