The Empire Wings.
Chapter 1.
The Sudden Effect.
The sky was gradually getting dim as the sun restfully hid behind the mountains in the distance, creating a stunning, mystical sunset with mixtures of blood colors. As finally the last bit of the sun disappeared, everything became dark and silent, as if there wasn't any living thing in the whole world except me. But the silent was broken by a whisper of war drums.
The sand flew around me, never setting as I walked through the desert, barefooted. My clothes were ripped and sagged on my skin.
"Those bastards will pay," I murmur to myself as I tried desperately to keep up some of my clothes. It wasn't long ago that I was in a warm house, being well taken care of by the Empire. I was a feared General, who hid behind an iron helmet that was enclosed with blood stains, but I was never extremely loyal to the Empire. They wished to kill everything and anything. Nothing could stop their path to obliteration, but I had my limit to killing.
I couldn't kill the innocent civilians in the towns we burnt to the ground; I helped them escape without any person knowing. I couldn't set fire to a house full a people. I couldn't and by the laws of the iEmpire/i that meant I was weak but honestly, it was what made me human. But as time passed, they found out my traitorous actions. They took way my defense, stripped me from all my clothes, and raped my body.
That was how I ended up here; they left me to die in the desert.
I sat down in the sand that was slowly becoming cold with no sunlight to heat it up. I had no idea what to do, I couldn't just run around, I would die from exhaustion but if I stayed where I was I could freeze to death from my lack of clothes. I could bury myself in the sand for some warmth and walk in the morning but if I did that I could die from heat stroke and of course, I will still have to deal with starvation if I even lived that long. I took a deep breath before sighing and looking up at the millions of stars that were looking down upon me.
They were so beautiful, even if they were just small dots of light against a sheet of blackness. I couldn't help but wonder if on one of those planets there was someone looking at me, watching me, and waiting for me. . .
The wind settled, letting the sand land gracefully on the ground. I would have noticed this beautiful sight but my eye caught a glimpse of something red in the dark sky. I wouldn't have spotted it, if it wasn't for the weird shin it had at its peak. I stood up with my head titled to the side, wondering what it was. I couldn't make out its weird shape in the dark but as it flew closer, I realized that it had wings and was as big as 50 men. I started to run, thinking that it belonged to the empire and was sent to slay me. I ran up the sand dune, almost dropping my clothes. I wasn't fast enough though; it was nearly on top of me. As I reached the top of the mound of sand, I stopped dead in my tracks and my heart sunk deep into my chest as if trying to hide from the horrors that stood just a few feet below me.
Hundreds of Empire soldiers, all standing around with weapons, were waiting at the bottom of the sandbank. None of them seem to noticed me because they were occupied by the thing that made me run for my life. And it wasn't a moment later, it flew past me with its wings spread wide and it's red
skin, like blood, seem to become one with the night sky. I stood there in the at most shock as it blew fire upon the loyalist and their screams, their gruesome screams, couldn't kick my mind back to reality.
The monstrosity glided into the air with smoothness as if it was just swimming and suddenly, at the top of the dragon, the shin I had seen before jumped from the dragon and landed on the sand as it flew away from him, as if it too was afraid of him.
The man stood up and the Empire army was taking steps away from him, looking at each other for some comfort because what was about to happen next would change everything I ever knew.
The man was young, with chocolate brown hair that flew softly around his face and eyes. He was oddly handsome, with his eyes that searched everything around him. For a warrior, he was surprisingly, un-injured, no scars, no marks, and not even his armor was damaged. He was flawless but unseemly frightening.
He took slow steps towards the army, slowly rising his ideal blade into the air. He softly smiled to him as he unexpectedly ran towards the loyalist. I gasped as he clashed with a soldier, swinging his sword high into the air and swiftly, it came crashing down splitting the red eyed loyalist armor and reaching the skin. Blood shoot into the air from the pressure of the sword and landed all around him. The poor man screamed in agony as the young warrior cut through him and many others making his way closer and closer to the heart of the Empire territory, massacring anyone in the way.
I stood there, watching the fighters every move, admiring his combat skills, envying his skill to feel no guilt from his killings, and wishing I could be more like him, someone who could kill for fun, where emotions were not a problem and where there were no limits.
That night the sky was pitch black but the Earth was red, it's ground covered with blood from the Empire's troops.