I found myself walking through the streets of a huge Kingdom that was surrounded by water. Perhaps it was late afternoon, for despite the absence of the sun, the skies gave an orange glow somewhere in the horizon. People were everywhere; smiles across their faces; children running around bearing gifts of some kind. I kept walking in no particular direction, until I stumbled upon a wide table where things that looked familiar to me were placed on.
I realized I was a merchant. People looked at the things with wonder and curiousity, some bought, some didn’t; but nevertheless, everything was fine. I saw another thing among the things I was selling; it was a page of my sketchbook, a drawing of a landscape. There were mountains, tall grasses dancing in the motion of the winds, and a dense forest just ahead. I grabbed the paper with my both hands, examining it carefully, until I decided to sell it for a small amount. I did not think anyone would buy it anyway.
But the night was just beginning, and everything changed within the blink of an eye.
There was fire somewhere, and the skies now seemed it was burning as well, replacing the orange glow into a bright, fiery, shadows watching from the distance. Villagers ran to hide; the Kingdom was under attack.
A huge building stood at the very center of the Kingdom. Not a castle, but more like a church. There was a bell tower, and it rang and rang, its deafening metal sound echoing from miles and miles throughout the dark sea.
We ran towards the church, but not to hide, but to protect it. I was just a merchant, but I knew well enough how to use a sword. There were many of us — from villagers to Kindgom soldiers — standing steadily over the slanted roof.
Then they appeared.
Demonic women with wings, piercing eyes, and screetching wails flew over the church, all over the Kingdom. No one knew where they came from, and the happiness that once dwelled in everyone’s faces were immediately replaced by fear. I heard windows shutting, even if it was useless. They were not harpies, no, but something else we never know.
Something rose over the skies, thin and suddenly wrapped in flames — spears — showering above the Kingdom. It was the end of everything, and the last thing I knew, I was protecting a helpless dog from the fiery showers, and the piece of drawing drifting in the winds.
(Source: cloudbearer)