-1Prologue: Fear
The wind dropped, the steadiness of the trees seemed to sway away with the wind, the coldness, the death. The ruins of the temples layed there is front of her feet, a blue fox stood watching, looking at the ruins, nothing a mere Cernarian could do but watch. The villages burned the air, wreaked with rotting corpses. Blood layed out on the grass, writings on the walls, smoothed away, clouds covered the sky, bringing no hope. Cherry blossoms danced around the ground, being swept away by the fleeing wind, everything was so silent, it seemed as if summer had returned and life came back. The souls of those dead carried away freed from this misery. The wind took them and freed them across the boundary of living and death and they were freed.
Fear was in the air, she walked slowly, gripping her staff tight, holding it, with dear life. Nothing seemed to glimmer, nothing seemed to rise, and nothing seemed of hope. The smell of the dead, fear and living were mixed and the smell of war was there. Her blue fur swayed in the wind, the cries of pain too much, the groaning of the gods and wind, too much, she could not stand it anymore, her heart was pounding, the tears fell to the ground, people calling her name, crying for help, their blood lose too much, everything was too much. The saltiness of the air was the tears of many soldiers and gods who wept through the rain, the wind stopped the groaning stopped. The cherry blossoms swayed through the wind, silence crept over the land, darkness came, the vulpine turned, her blue fur drenched with tears, and blood.
"They are here…," she whispered.
The wind picked up and stated to blow, roaring noise piercing through the silence, taunting, the villagers, taunting them to their deaths. The vulpine cried, calling out, calling to hope, nothing was answering, nothing. Nothing but the deaths, moaning, groaning, no hope could reach them, nothing could. A distress call broken by deaths, reinforcements ran from the scene, the vulpine dropped to her knees, she cradled her head in her hands, rocking back and forth, nothing she could do, mother, father dead, freed from this world. She cried her eyes were red, bloodshot from the pain, misery and tears. She blinks and feels warmth, a wind of warmth.
She looks up, her ears twitch and she looks. The crumbling of the temples, the yells of pain, fear rushing towards her, she could here her blood pounding in her ears, her eyes wide with fear, she watches as the flame draws near. Death is near, she sits watching the flame and feeling the waves of heat against her blue fur, she will be free, and her mouth creeps into a smile.
"Krystal!" a voice rings out from below, a voice calling.
She turns her head seeing the blue foxes call for her, "Come!" they say over and over. Her crystal colored eyes blink with tears she calls out to the gods, asking what to do, she watches the shadows dart from everywhere, consuming lives, the voices, she looks ahead and watches the flame draw near, nothing she could do, she will be free from the pain and misery. Her tears dry into the air, her eyes open with hope, joy, nothing seemed so real then freedom. The temples in the land fell to the flame, the villagers burned with horror; she closed her eyes and smiled,
"Nothing more than freedom…" she whispered, the three suns seemed to vanish she closed her eyes and felt coldness around her and everything went black…