So since the last chapter was so confusing, this is sort of an ammending chapter. I introduce some of my theories and some of the main points in the story.
Also, read this in a woman's voice.
Red Moonlight by Danny Rayel
The world of Remnant. Ahh...a world many take for granted. They go about their simple little lives, not once thinking about how things came to be. What wars were fought so they could live without a care. Who's lives were lost, so that they could live theirs.
They also forget who broke the world.
They forget those who suffered.
They forget how it feels to be shattered.
Even though there is a reminder hanging in the sky outside their windows every night.
Fools.
They may have forgotten.
But we have not.
Before the Great War between the Kingdoms the Land of Remnant was different. Instead of being divided into five continents, as they are now called, it was one land. One beautiful land. Remnant was one piece.
Then there was the War.
Armies from the kingdoms crossed into each other's borders. Alliances were made and broken. Death reigned on all sides. War, one of man's most terrible inventions. So many were lost during those dark days.
Then, the King of Vale, with his allies rose up and challenged his foes to one last battle. The kingdom's met in fierce battle.
The King decimated the field. He killed thousands, crippling the armies of his enemies
But his most horrific act was saved for last.
When his enemies hesitated to sign for peace, he forced their hand.
By some magic he attacked the moon. The moon which held us together even though we fought like barbarians.
When the moon shattered, so did Remnant.
The strain which held everything together was broken. Land ripped apart, waters filled the gaps, one Kingdom in particular sank as its foundation was ripped to shreds beneath it.
The Lost Kingdom.
No one speaks of it. Only the oldest remember that there was another Kingdom.
The Lost Kingdom of Vytal.
"Vytal?"you say. "But that was early the island where peace was negotiated and agreed upon after the War.
Ahh...history is told from the perspective of the victors.
We were a proud, glorious city. A crossroads between the other four kingdoms. Protected on three side by mountain walls and a wide lake on the remaining side, Vytal was the Queen's Jewel of Remnant. Protected highways connected Vytal to the other Kingdoms. Her people were highly advanced, lovers of art, music, and peace. We were rich, the pinnacle of society.
Here, the Silver-Eyed Warriors were trained. Here they were born and in Vytal they lived. Centered in Remnant, Vytal was their base. If there are any Silver-Eyed warriors left in the world, they could trace their lines back to Vytal.
That is, if anyone remembered Vytal.
We were the greatest Kingdom in Remnant.
Then there was the war.
Vytal remained neutral as the different kingdoms made alliances against each other. We were above the barbarism of war, though we were not above profiting from it. We supplied both sides of the war and we slowly drained the countries of their most precious commodities.
The King of Vale noticed this and began to arrange meetings in an attempt to draw us to his side. Vytal refused, and thusly we made our greatest enemy.
Those from the four kingdoms that wanted peace flocked to Vytal, till we became known as a neutral ground. Our Kingdom grew until we were the largest of the Kingdoms of Remnant.
Then, the Shattering of Vytal.
It started with the earthquakes, followed by volcanoes, and finally the ground disappearing under our feet.
Earthquakes shook Vytal up and down, cracking the mountains and they sent their debris rolling down. The walls began to crumble, and several houses were reduced to rubble. Panic spread through the Kingdom.
Grim, that had not set foot in Vytal since the Dark Days, overran the city. The remaining Silver-Eyed warriors did their best, but many were slain by the creatures.
Our once great city in ruins.
Volcanoes, water or fire burst suddenly from the ground. Water flooded the city and lava rained down from above. The only good thing that came from the disasters, was the driving out of the Grim. Even they could not compete with nature. However they left their mark. Several of the Silver-Eyed Warriors were wiped out. Those that were still alive had fled or were stationed outside of the Kingdom.
Vytal was in ruins.
Our people were dead or dying.
The land was breaking up.
Our protectors were gone.
All because of one man's choice to end a War.
The cracks began to separate, the water from the lake and the volcanos pouring into them. The earth was forced apart, under our feet.
What remained of Vytal sank into the water or was swept away. Only a small island remained of the once great Kingdom, washed of any signs of civilization, a barren wasteland.
This is where peace was negotiated. The King of Vale's last laugh as he ground the Kingdom into the ground.
So, Remnant was divided.
A Kingdom destroyed and forgotten.
Or….
Perhaps not.
I long for the day Vytal rises from the ashes once again and makes her enemies pay.
That day…
That day is not far off.