Hills of green, flowing farther than the eye can see, collide with seas of pine trees that house any goodly creature that seek it's haven. Vast blue oceans border the land and reflect the never ending heavens above. Serenity hovers over it all, mixing with the mountainous white clouds and resounding in the form of a birds song. Truly it is a place of dream, or that is what is told.
The time before is one none can remember but the old,frail men that huddle by a dying fire in hopes of sparking new life among those desperate enough to listen to a tale older and crazier than the one telling it.
The man's words are truly all for not. No one with any sense would believe a world without the blood thirsty demons forever lurking in the shadows.where humans ruled. but then again any who would waste their time entranced in the man's raspy voice as he gos on about things that could never have been are,perhaps, the farthest from the despair that shrouds over every living thing like a black vale foretelling doom beyond any imagination.
Any form of escape is sought in this dead world. A place that was once filled with the songs of crickets replaced by the blood curdling wail of the hunters;the call of death. Where once the unending blue of a thrashing ocean is now a mountain terrain made up of millions of dusty,water starved, gorges scarred into the land at every turn. This is the place we live,the survivers,the damned.
A dream they say? I laugh at the thought.No,this place could never have been more than a hellish nightmare.
The time before is one none can remember but the old,frail men that huddle by a dying fire in hopes of sparking new life among those desperate enough to listen to a tale older and crazier than the one telling it.
The man's words are truly all for not. No one with any sense would believe a world without the blood thirsty demons forever lurking in the shadows.where humans ruled. but then again any who would waste their time entranced in the man's raspy voice as he gos on about things that could never have been are,perhaps, the farthest from the despair that shrouds over every living thing like a black vale foretelling doom beyond any imagination.
Any form of escape is sought in this dead world. A place that was once filled with the songs of crickets replaced by the blood curdling wail of the hunters;the call of death. Where once the unending blue of a thrashing ocean is now a mountain terrain made up of millions of dusty,water starved, gorges scarred into the land at every turn. This is the place we live,the survivers,the damned.
A dream they say? I laugh at the thought.No,this place could never have been more than a hellish nightmare.
Present time
Small,brown structures serving as makeshift homes,if one could even call it that, dot the tanned dirt ground in random places.The carcasses of once looming skyscrapers lay in ruins half buried in the sand. Water and food is scarce in this world thrown back to a mid-evil time. Survival and primal instinct rules over all creatures,humans or not. living to see the next dawn pasted on a pale red sky is the only goal.
Family is a long forgotten word. Every living man women,even children live and fight for no one but themselves.
But one place resisted against the stench of death and holds firmly to the flowing green grass rolling over hills.Keeping a massive,imposing building to watch over a quaint town. It is called Haven. A piece of land high above the world,perched on the tallest mountain known to be left standing. It is a citadel,surrounded in thick stone walls to fend off the hell spawned threats as well as the desperate humans who have become something far more unnerving than the beasts.
There are those who grow in this surreal reality knowing just and fair morals. They are simply called knights. the ones who dare to stand against the evil of the crumbling world. They grow within the walls of Haven,safe in the giant building. Some people may call them heros,but to most they too are a threat.
Perhaps as great a threat as large as the shadowed creatures pooling in the darkness,ruling the night when whatever little safety provided by the sun fails.
But the true horror of the dead lands is not human fighters or even the blood craving creatures,but those unseen passing in the deepest of caves,waiting for the opportune moment to unveil their wrath upon them all.
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