A massive wave of heat surged throughout the vast mountainous landscape, charring the lush, tall grass within seconds. The dirt heated up, causing the ground to literally steam in the air. In the distance, a distinct building showed itself being consumed by flames, faint sounds of popping and screaming moving what seemed to be miles before reaching the ears of those who were forced to listen. The animals that once perforated the skies and lands fell down by the tens of hundreds, unable to cope with the growing heat that melted their skin right from their bones.
As if on cue, the skies began to darken and gather furiously like a murder of crows to a freshly killed meal. The whole time, the conflicting emotions of multiple individuals were present like the wounds that affected all the same, but differently. No matter where someone looked, there was death and malice ready to consume even the weakest person that dared showed a ounce of weakness or hesitation.
''H-Hey. . .you'll protect us, won't you, right? Y-You promised that you wou-GGRK!''
A clean swipe of a blade, and the head was removed from the body, perfectly going through the bone and veins like a knife through hot butter, so much so that the wind behind the strike first carved a path through before initial contact.
A low thrumming sounded, then carrying with it a giant gust of wind along with glass, small rocks, and other minuscule things that would become a hinderance to sight. What followed next was the feather to break the back of the proverbial camel. The giant building in the distance collapsed, shaking the very planet itself to its core, crushing those in its wake. Those who were wise to leave before the start of all this fared a slightly better chance than those who dared wait out the literal apocalypse for the sake of the one who offered salvation. In the span of a few minutes, the deaths of hundreds of thousands soon become millions. The situation seemed grim.
Yet, no matter what, there was one who endured almost as if he has been through the motions before.
When the dust settled, at the base of the fell monument sat a broken child, no, rather. . .a man who has more than earned what it is that made him endure the hardships up until this point. In one arm, sat the bloodied and broken body of one he considered to be a younger sister to him, and to her, the older brother she has always wanted.
However, who was in the other hit him harder than the person, or in his case, people who committed the murders.
''Hello, can you hear me?'' the male whispered, then half-screamed, afraid of what would happen next. He pressed an ear to her breast, trying to feel for a heartbeat. . .
And he did not.
''No. nonononono!'' his cries carried power, creating a wave of air that pushed back small rocks and seemed to endlessly echo for the longest time, reminding him of the pain even more until it finally died down. Now, he was left, silent, broken, and enraged.
''H-How did this happen? I. . .knew it would be bad, but. . .to this extent?'' he questioned himself. When he heard no answer, he laughed grimly.
But then something unexpected happened.
''COUGH!'' A very harsh and rustic cough immediately shifted his attention to his arms, more so his left one. ''S-S-Stop yell. . .ing so much. It's-COUGH!-bad for m-my ears,'' the pained voice of the girl sounded fed up. Not with the male yelling, but more so that this whole situation had to happen to the way that it did. That he had to get hurt. Her sister was dead before her very own eyes before her end nearly came. And most of all, that they were so easily tricked into believing what their minds told them was fake.
That infuriated her, yet she could do nothing against it at all. But not because she would not be able, to, oh no. Her fury is equal to that, if not more than those who did this. She would be sure to make them pay, living through a hell that is nigh comparable to the darkest thoughts from the most twisted and demented people known to man. But that would not even be a percent of what she would deem worthy or enough to sate her vengeance for those who did wrong for next to nothing, but again, it seemed most of anything she did, whether it be with good intentions has a tendency to have the opposite effect. . .but this was the last straw. No more.
''Hey, now, don't clock out on me now,'' the male sputtered out, his eyes shifting back and forth rapidly. ''I thought you were dead.''
The girl coughed fiercly, a bit of blood coming out of her mouth and adding to the amount she was caked in. ''Might. . .as well be. G-Given what they did to me.''
A small laugh came out, though it was not a thing funny about the situation at hand. If anything, it demanded to be paid back in tears and blood.
''Hey!'' the male yelled when the girl closed her eyes for a breif second. ''Stay with me, we're gonna get you help. Now, who could it be?. . .Dr. Eurwen! Yea, she can help, but I don't think I can get to her time. Damn,'' the male cursed, pounding the ground. ''I'll figure something out, I-I got to.''
''*Cough!*'' the girl tried to rise up, only making her condition worse as her forehead began to bleed, soaking the crudely made wrapping with ease. "D-Don't worry. . .about me,~" the woman grunted, attempting to reach for something in her cleavage.
The horizon began to set, slowly draping the vast land with shadow. The male scrambled to think of a way to fix this, however he only managed to tear a few hairs out of his head, racking his brain. His mind swam with the memories leading to this massacre. . .and exactly who was to blame for this.
". . .H-Hey," the female reached a hand for the male's cheek, pressing something into it. "We can. . .fix this. . ."
How? Everyone he knew was either dead or turned against him for petty reasons. Only a miracle could offer any type of salvation.
The male grunted, almost animalistic. "How, Adagio? How can any of this be fixed? Look! Nothing be the entire world ending can make this any better! We. . .I . . .failed. Failed you, Aria, Sonata, even Chrys. It's over," the male slumped down, his eyes blinded the most painful bout of tears yet.
Adagio chuckled in her mind. How little he knew. There was one way this could all be undone, but like most things in life; it allows for a sacrifice of equal or greater value.
"T-This will make things right. . .or you may die trying to fix it," a red light began to carve a pattern on her left cheek, sounds of grunting and wincing present as her face twisted back and forth in pain. The brand resembled three lines going up and down.
"Alister, y-you can fix this. . .you just have to believe. . .and w-watch out f-f-f-for. . .~" Adagio stopped short, her breathing reduced to practically nothing.
Watching the color literally drain from her face, Alister gripped her hand, though it long went limp and began to grow cold, her face contorted into a distant stare, eyes wide open and staring a permanent glare into his mind.
". . .Adagio?" Alister questioned, putting a hand to her chest once again, waiting for the longest time to only hear nothing in response. He bit his botton lip with more than enough anger to easily tear the skin and set his blood dripping down his chin. The last thing he registered in own mind as his last lifeline just died in front of him.
"No, I won't let it end like this so easily. I won't." Alister said, looking in Adagio's hand pressed into cheek to see a small black jewel, roughly the size of a bottle cap glowing. "I guess it's time to see if that bitch Twilight was right about that theory of hers."
In the distance, a small noise steadily grew from what sounded like a small whine to a loud precession of war cries, observed by the huge flags waving about in the air on the backs of horses charging forward.
Wasting no further time, Alister gave Adagio a kiss on the cheek that was unburned and spit on the jewel, causing it to crack and hiss, covering the man in a plume of smoke. The next thing he knew, all of his bones vibrated and his body lurched to the ground, as if a boulder was dropped on top on him.
As the world around seemed close everything in his sights, he only hoped that he could make this chance to fix things right.
End