moonxels

I wake up, small stones as my pillow, dirty clothes my only warmth, and the world is the same as it was yesterday; hard and cold. The Earth as we all came to know it, is but a distant and memory, which we try to forget because of the sadness it brings.
It was when the Dark Ones came that we got banished to this pain filled world of torment. Attacking us from every side, setting fire to everything in sight, and sucking life away with their bare hands, no one was spared.
They came on their horses of black velvet, under the blood red moon. They were armed with giant swords forged from a material no one can identify, and were accompanied by giant wolves, teeth bared, and human blood dripping from their mouths.
All anyone could hear was the sound of screaming; people crying out as their life was ripped away from them, animals as they felt pain they couldn't even fathom. Mighty trees cried out as they got set aflame and turned into ashes, becoming as small as the tiny seed they once were.
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