The altar in the dark room stood, burned and forgotten. It's ashy statue cried tears of blood, and the silver dagger, hidden behind a rock near the altar glinted, it's light reflecting on something else in the corner of the dark room.
The blood on the ground, that had dried months ago gradually reappeared, darkened and thick, moistening the dirt and ash that had been left behind. It then slowly moved, like a snake towards the altar, where the statue had stopped crying, and was now staring straight at the pool of blood that was approaching it.
When the blood reached the statue, it split into two pools, wrapping itself around the statue. A deafening shriek resonated through the caves as the statue moved, changing shapes until it was no more a statue.
It's eyes opened, carefully taking in it's surroundings before inspecting the body it had formed. It's lips broadened into a wicked grin, as it levitated from the altar before walking out of the dark cave room with only one thought in mind.
To do it's one job.
Prepare the way for them.
They, who would bring the world back to what it was.
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Of Kingdoms and Chaos (REWRITING)
FantasyThe once powerful Kingdom of Viridia has fallen. The Royal family was wiped out, and the kingdom crumbles. The neighboring Kingdom of Avaria has taken control of the lands and the people live in fear of the Avarians and their cruelty. Lavelina was...
