It was in the depths of the night, the red moon blossomed and radiated the Falkorland Kingdom. It was peaceful, yet the winds roared like a cavalry raging through the winds of the night. Beautiful cherry blossom trees complimented the lands of the Falkorland; the whole perimeter was filled with large beautiful cities and a heavily fortified city with walls ranging almost mountains in the middle. It indicated the capital city of Falkorland, Singe, the city where the king of Falkorland resided. As the scene in Falkorland was a beautiful sight to behold, a sudden blast of white light blew across the entire land surrounding mainly the capital. Villages and small cities from afar had woken up the residents from the bright light in Falkorland and as they saw this a large army appeared out of thin air surrounding every piece of land in Falkorland. Every individual in the army wore white and gold on their armor pieces, and an emblem indicating a gold symbol on their chest depicting a knight offering a decapitated head.
“W-who are these armored knights?!” An old man from one of the villages yelled as many others questioned and were frightened from the sudden appearance and commotion. Amidst the people’s confusion, suddenly one of the knights unsheathed his sword before slashing at the old man’s head and beheading the old man. As the old man’s head was cleanly decapitated it fell on the luscious grass, staining its evergreen color, and so the army continued and attacked the Falkorland before taking its strides towards the capital. Fires started and before long the villages were in a rumble of burnt houses and corpses that were left with only their black silhouette, completely abyssal black. Some villages were covered with ice, corpses stood frozen in time as they became playthings for the army to destroy and laugh about. Some villages were completely blown with perfect massive circular holes that instantly ended their lives.
As the terror advanced into the capital of Falkorland a boy in one of the destroyed villages was sobbing as he hid under the house his parents owned. In the tiny basement was a ladder about 10 feet leading up to the house, in the basement was filled with dust and books, it also held a box filled with symbols of ever-changing positions. The symbols were occupied with stars and on the top of the box hovered a scarlet teardrop crystalline and brilliant it brightened the dark basement with a hue of red.
“F-father and mother,” the boy said in a quiet tone as his tears dripped towards the dry soil of the ground, “W-why did they kill you, why?” As the boy contemplated the death of his parents he groveled on the ground as he clenched on the dry soil. Recalling the moments of their death the boy heard their voices, they cried, they screamed, they were in pain.
“Godfrey, hide now and don’t come out from the basement!” As Godfrey’s mother pushed Godfrey into the basement and locked it shut she covered the entrance with piles of dirt. After moments passed Godfrey was confused and afraid as he heard screams before his parents were in a rush. Having searched the basement Godfrey found that tiny holes were leading to the outside. As he was short he stacked books to look through the hole and before him laid a man on the ground screaming as his arms were completely torn from their sockets. This man was Godfrey’s father and as Godfrey looked further ahead he saw his mother. As he saw her she was pierced through a stake through her head. Looking further ahead Godfrey saw more bodies similar to his mother’s.
Witnessing the scene before him Godfrey stood still as he was in complete shock. Frozen in place Godfrey witnessed as his father’s life ended as well with one of the knights smashing his hammer down towards his head. Blood and bits of shattered bones scattered everywhere as the blood-splattered into the tiny hole Godfrey peeked through. As the moments passed Godfrey finally reacted. He retched as he dropped and tears dripped onto the dry soil of the rough ground. Finished recalling the moment Godfrey sobbed and cried as he laid on the ground next to the bile he had secreted.
“Father...mother,” as Godfrey talked to himself once again he felt numb with no motivation left to understand his situation, “Dead you are all dead…” Saying this Godfrey closed his eyes before drifting to sleep from the trauma.
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As Godfrey drifted to sleep the invasion continued as the army marched and destroyed the villages and cities completely. The army wore white and gold and indicated the Gaalion Kingdom. The Gaalion were a fierce kingdom and were known to extort the weakness of their land and resources. There were 5 kingdoms; they all lived in the Lambious continent which flourished with large lands and resources which were contested by the 5 kingdoms. There were the Gaalion of the west, fierce and strong; they believed that the strongest are the ones who deserve to rule. After the Gaalion are the Valor, strong and revered as the best innovators they hold strong rule in the north of Lambious holding technology that pressures almost all the kingdoms.
The next kingdom is the Falkorland Kingdom of the central, they believed in peace and were the greatest merchants in the whole continent of Lambious. They had the greatest assets in resources and provided great trade with most of the other kingdoms. The Falkorland Kingdom having no defenses relied heavily on the Royal Kinsmen Kingdom to protect them as they gave free resources to them in return for protection. From the east was the Royal Kinsmen Kingdom, the strongest of them all. They were the greatest, the valiant kingdom that honed the greatest potentials of strength. They were prideful, their ego inflated as they were praised, and easily offended by those who talked bad about them. Owning most of the land in the Continent of Lambious as the east extended farther than most parts of the continent. They had the largest army and were a neutral kingdom that fought against no one, and only fought against those who challenged them.
Among these kingdoms was the most mysterious kingdom, the Nullvian Kingdom. Their lands were encapsulated with a dark shadow hovering and cutting off the entry of the south. Like those who tried to enter only went back devoid of blood or muscle; a skeleton. The existence of this kingdom only came to be as the other 4 kingdoms questioned the south and as these 4 figures questioned, the ruler of the south himself came out. He declared the independence of the Nullvian Kingdom, setting rules that all kingdoms respected as they dealt with a kingdom with no way of knowing their manpower.
As the army of the Gaalion reached the capital of Falkorland, Singe, the army stopped before 7 figures emerged from the unorganized army holding their flag. The 7 figures varied in size, the shortest of them all was young but had a smirk that terrified even their own army. As 7 generals gathered, the flags on their shoulders indicated that they were the generals. Standing together they suddenly emitted an immense aura before all 7 generals channeled their energy and released their varying powers. One of them had the power to create ice and freeze his surroundings to crumble the wall. Another had the power to control fire and melt the large walls of Singe. As two of them released their power the shortest general suddenly walked up to the wall, and as he did so suddenly the wall terraformed before crumbling in a huge perfect circle revealing the city within.
The capital city was huge revealing houses covering the whole city of Singe. As the citizens saw the Gaalion army they screamed before running towards the gate exit on the other side. As the generals saw this they smiled before using their powers to slaughter the citizens. One of the generals acted quickly as he clasped his hands and channeled his energy and before long suddenly the running citizens exploded. Blood splattered, organs flew into the sky, everywhere you looked the city entrance and nearby houses were covered with human remains. The army then rushed forward before running amok and tearing houses and slaughtering the citizens further painting the city with crimson red luster.
“To the castle!” As the army ran amok in the capital city of Singe, a general roared aloud. He was tall and bulky, a man around his fifties with no hair, but a white beard and scar on his left eye.
“Today, we will finally exterminate this filthy kingdom off the map and claim our Kingdom's victory!” As the old general proclaimed his statement the army roared with him as they rushed towards the castle of the king slaughtering citizens as they went. Advancing forward men and women were killed, children were slashed till they could scream no more. The capital of Falkorland looked grim and before long the Gaalion finally reached the doors of the castle to the king. Having reached the castle before long the Kingdom of Falkorland suddenly fell silent on the dark blood moon, the kingdom’s end had finally come.