Three milenia ago, the world was plagued with famine, death, and war. Villages and Cities were on the verge of perfect annihilation, and there seemed to be no end.
Day after day since the war had begun, the sky shone red like the blood of those who passed. This war was not fought between men, but against the forces of light and darkness.
Darkness fought with demons and evil magics that plagued the armies of Light: mankind. Soldiers of Light died daily from painful sicknesses and severely infected wounds. Those who were not crippled from injuries or sickness were quick to die from the raids that the army of Darkness executed almost like clockwork.
One day the Captain of the Army of Light had fallen hideously ill with a particularly bad disease, one that ate you from the inside out. He beckoned his lead officers over, to discuss what should happen after his passing.
"Go underground." He commanded them. "Let the earth protect us from disease and war. Until the time has come that the Heavenly warriors arise, do not leave the sanctuary of the earth."
The Heavenly warriors were warriors of prophecy. In their hour of absolute need, the warriors would make themselves known, and save mankind. The prophecy claimed they lie asleep in ancient mountain ruins. Many had been sent to try and release them from their slumber, but none had left the ruins alive.
Now the Army of Light was entirely underground, as was any man or woman that was not sick. The children and elderly were not allowed underground, as they were more susceptible to the famine.
"Where are the Heavenly Warriors?" Shouted one man to the new Captain of the Army of Light. "This is our hour of need, if this goes on much longer mankind will no longer exist!"
The others in the cavern agreed with their own shouts. The Captain could not handle all of these angry people, and neither could his leading officers. All they could do was pray that the Heavenly Warriors would awaken soon, and would save them all.
"And? Common Tec don't leave us hanging!"
"Yeah! Did the warriors ever come?"
"Obviously, otherwise we wouldn't be here right now."
"Uh, Flora, you do know it's just a fairytale, right?"
The group laughed at their friend's odd comment.
"So? Common keep going!"
"I can't." Tecna replied, holding the book in her lap. "This is one of my favorite fairytales, though it was never finished for some reason."
"Well, we can guess that they did come, right? Why would anyone call it a fairytale if evil won in the end?" Musa asked, pressing a finger to her chin.
"Maybe that's why it was never finished, maybe because the author wanted evil to win." Stella said crossing her arms.
"That isn't a nice ending though... just to leave us wondering like that." Bloom huffed.
"That isn't the end, Bloom." Tecna said. The group perked up. "People say that the author of this book was one of those who lived through this, and that it ended because he eventually died. Which fits with how this tale came to be, it was dug up during an excavation in South America while they were looking for ancient artifacts. Originally, this title was found in a very old Latin, and was incredibly difficult to decipher."
"If it is true that it was dug up, isn't it just as true that there could be the ending of the book still be buried?" Flora mused.
"It is, but when they found this part of the book, the pages almost instantly evaporated to dust, it's a miracle they were able to retrieve what they have." She paused. "However if you go online there is a forum filled with people that do nothing but devise endings for this."
"Hold on... so if this book was dug up, does that mean it was true? That there was a war between demons and humans?" Bloom asked.
"That is also up for speculation. It's possible that the man who wrote this was delusional. In and around the area where the book was found there was evidence of weaponry, and mass graves. Though, it could just as easily have been a war between two tribes, and the man who wrote this saw the other tribe as demons who used early chemical warfare."
"Tecna you take all the fun out of reading fun books like this!" Musa groaned.
"Do I? I don't mean to..." She chuckled.
"Alright, that's it for story time guys. I vote truth or dare!" Stella beamed.
The group groaned. "Again? Common Stel!"
The weekend turned into Monday too quick for the girls to enjoy their 4-day weekend. From their sleepover on Thursday night, they had a huge shopping day on Friday, followed by another sleepover-slash-pool party at Stella's on Saturday night, where Tecna had read them the odd unfinished book. Sunday morning brought on a group realization, save for Tecna, that they all still had homework to do for the week, so they decided to have a study group that worked out better than any of them thought.
"Woo! What a vacation huh girls?" Stella said, stretching happily as they entered the school building.
"You say that like we've been to some exotic place or something." Musa smirked.
"We might as well have been, but I'll settle for shopping and pool parties any day!" Bloom smiled.
"You should have done your homework during study period like I did... Then we could have done more stuff yesterday!" Tecna said crossing her arms.
"Aww, lighten up Tecna. We still had a lot of fun at our little improvised study group." Flora smiled sweetly.
"I have to admit, I didn't think we were gonna get anything done!" Musa chuckled. "I thought Stella was going to pull out that damn bottle again and we'd have to play more Truth or Dare!"
"Musa! Give me some credit... I know when I have work to do, and I do it then." Stella whined.
"Yeah, but you usually don't know you have stuff to do until the last minute!" Bloom laughed. The others laughed too. That was when the first bell for classes echoed through the concrete halls.
"See you girls later!" The group waved as they separated and headed for their first classes.
-SOUTH AMERICAN RUINS; 10:42AM
"Professor, have a look at this."
"Hm?" An older looking man came by to take a look at the younger mans work.
"That ancient book found here 30 years ago... I think this relates to that." Said the man.
The professor looked where he was pointing. Before them was a huge slab with hundreds of odd markings surrounding three protruding slabs that showed incredible signs of wear. The slabs had warriors carved into them, and some other things that were too worn to immediately discern.
"That old book? I thought we agreed it wasn't true, just a fiction of the time... though, it is possible that there is some truth to it... perhaps there were three foreign warriors that came and won the battle for this tribe..." The professor mused aloud. He was familiar with the book the man mentioned, as he was here the day it had been found.
"So you're saying that this could be their grave-marker?" The man asked.
The professor nodded. "I am saying that is very likely, but..." he put his hand on the slab in the center. "Look at these three slabs, the ones that most likely indicate their bodies. They are worn than the rest of the slab."
The man thought for a long moment. "What if... as some kind of homage, they rubbed oils or plants on the stones? Believing that, even after their death, the souls of these warriors would keep their land safe from more tragedy?"
"That is a good theory. We won't know for sure until we get some surface samples, then we can-" A loud crack cut him off. "What was that?" He looked around at the ground below him, before he looked to the slab. A massive crack was going through one of the worn slabs. "Did you do that?" The professor asked the man, pointing at the slab.
"N-no! I swear I didn't touch it, maybe the dig team above-" Another loud crack, and the other two slabs were now cracked just as badly as the first one.
"Hey! Up there! Stop digging! We've found something down here and you're cracking it!" The professor shouted up the rock wall.
A man looked down from the side. "We aren't digging, we're on lunch break!" He shouted back.
"If they aren't making it crack then..." Another crack, this time came the sound of a stone splintering.
The rock slab had large cracks covering the protruding slabs. They webbed out and only increased, like something was banging against them, trying to get out.
"Professor!" The young man pushed the older one to the ground as the stone burst forward, revealing a powerful light from the revealed holes.