War was the only means of living for the mortals. Pillaging others, and would go as far as sacrificing their closest loved ones for an adequate living. Ironically, Mortals, for years have always longed for peace. One could say it was a curse, one that could not be dispelled, one that is made especially for them.
Far was the land of the mortals, neither to the east nor to the west, somewhere in the world surrounded by a vast ocean. A war took place continuously for decades, a never ending rain of blood. Hundreds of mortal lives were the cost for millions of others to lead a peaceful one.
Not until the greatest catastrophe for the mortals that took place one day, while having the greatest of all the battles. A dragon of the old, perceive only to be a myth by the men, wreaked havoc on the battlefield. The greatest combat of men did not last long; even the most renowned Seer turned blind.
Countless men danced whilst the Dragon mercilessly scorched them to their death. The scream of the flying terror turned the mortals deaf. One could not distinguish a man from an animal, most turned into scorched meat, some turned to ashes. Not a single bone could be spotted anywhere, the fiery breath of the humongous reptile permanently dyed the land black.
The Dragon then flew somewhere far that even the people of old had not explored. As the Dragon made its way out, beneath his great burning wings, mountains and forests were left blistering; incalculable tornadoes from afar could be observed, it was the sight equal to the ends of the world.
Of all the most intelligent of mammals only 9% of the population survived. Forty percent of the land that the mortals occupied was dyed black, with the lingering stench of the Dragon, those unfortunate ones who had inhaled the foul smell turned mad, with one man screaming: "FIRE! INSIDE MY BODY!" not being able to endure the torment, he then took his own life.
For the very first time, the mortals had felt powerless against such beast. The terror will remain, it will never fade away. The horrors will be felt, even to those who have yet to face doom itself.
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Arcadia
FantasyNeither to the East nor to the West was a continent, surrounded by a vast body of water, was the land of the mortals, the Humans-- the most intelligent of all the mammals. Wars were a natural thing, peace was temporary. And the final day had come fo...
