⭐⭐CONSTALLERIA ⭐⭐

Prologue:

Pant....Pant......Pant....Running, he was running again unsure of the directions and the fact that is he running towards it or away from it.In that cold, cloudless, dark night he was the only one alive running and stumbling on the pavement, overflowing with blood, corpses and detritus. The only sign of life in that forsaken place were the sounds of his heart thrashing wildly in his chest and of his bare, bruised feet singing a song of their own whenever they touched the ground looping with his heart beats yearning to see that again, to hear it again but did he really wanted that?The unsaid yet unanswered question remained in the recesses of his brain as his feet carried him into the unknown trying to escape from that horrid fate.He reached a fork in the middle of the road "this wasn't here before" he thought to himself unable to decide where to go he thought about going back to find another way but there was no path leading back, the road which he just crossed was no where in sight, he was standing on the edge of a cliff covered with burnt grass, weeds and ruins of a past unknown in a huge forest of tall intimidating trees interwoven into each other looming over him sucking any and every life force, the murky water lashed and clawed on the rocky shore to get him.The feeling of being watched creeped up his spine as the sky started to move, the darkness woke up from a deep slumber and opened his wings it moved, growing from the sky and like a huge anaconda started to engulf everything, afraid for his life he tried to run but his feet were glued to the ground there were dark shackles binding him to the ground, panic began to rise in him " I'm going to die!!" Were the only thoughts raiding his mind."Get a grip on yourself" he called to himself, trying to calm himself he kept telling himself that n started working​ on his feet. The shackles were not of iron or brambles but of spiked snakes, their thorns tearing into his skin the more he tried to break free the more their grip on his feet and the length of the thorns grew drawing blood from his hands and feet. His feet and hands were getting numb loosing his balance he falls on his knees, something oozes from his wounds and starts crawling on him thats when reality hits him he's been poisoned. The melody of the beating heart started to fade, the air scorched his lungs, unwilling to die he gathered the last of his strength from his core, steeling his will he screamed, he screamed for help from someone or anyone.A small but powerfull light opens her eyes, she responds to the heart wrenching cry and releases her power.Taking one of his last breaths he looks into the dark but lush expanse of nature, his last resting place that's when a light twinkles at the corner of his eye, beckoning him towards herself, unable to move he pushes his hand forward trying to feel that warmth. At this the light expanded from a pinpoint in to large n small vines with flowers blooming in them, converging at the sky they all meet into a large circle n then shattered, shattered into petals of different flowers all of the same pure blue light filling the area with a light and sweet fragrance. Someone walks towards him, his savior he turns his head to see but a small, soft, blue petal falls on his cheek.As soon as it comes in contact with him all the petals start vibrating n disperse into a white blinding light, he closes his eyes trying to protect himself and looses his consciousness.