A Tαle Fσretσld

[Volutional 935]

 

 

It is in the mists of a mountain, upon the quietness of protection and peace, that this tale truly begins. But to delve into the truth first would make one eager to know the ending, when truthfully the ending is a spoiling to reality's beginning. The tale shall begin with two of a different coat, and a child of a intertwining of the two. It is there that this foretelling really resides.

 

 

In the darkness of the day, one that had risen from the same darkness, lay a frightful terror awake and wailing. Birth had ended, and the Red had begun. The Red delved into knowledge and books upon it's maker's own writings. Maps and loose lots of charters and parchments. But in the depths of this knowledge lied ruin and defeat. For it's maker was a fraud and the real was far long gone.

 

The Red had became more so, and none but it's maker could settle it. But even upon finding the maker did the Red not see reason, it's maker was blunt and hidden. The Pink Valley had housed a heat of anger and a brash of flame that night. In the mind of Red did the faith loose grip, and the maker was condemned to a fate unbeknownst to most but the Night. It is the Night that guided the Red, forever more. A scar was formed.

 

It was the Silver City that the Red met it's end, and thus gave birth to Orange. Lighter in nature but brutal at heart. Orange was to be the next to face the Night, and the second to face the scar.

 

 

It will be that the Orange make home inside a Tower so high it's reaches are grander than the object that dwells inside. A stone of great power and light shall be controlled by a being of great age and vows. Commitment will hit Orange like fire of death and blood boiled forth. But Orange shall not resist the temptations of evil, and will fall into Red once more as it's maker.

 

Orange shall die quickly. Just as the news shall spread also. With Orange's death shall bring silence upon the scar, for a time. But the Night has more plans for such. Control is still an element of Blue, and Blue shall be the one to take the Tower, and split it into Two.

 

 

This is when the world ends. With flame and force shall people once ruled follow. Into the void if one could deem it death. The rest will linger into life, a new one. Fresh and royal like a world newly made. But this is all but that, this is a place of mystery. Yet still it be a place of knowledge and happiness.

 

But the Nightscar have joined once and forth all. And it will blend into it's shadow like it does in the light. The stone shall be protected and used if need be. And the people inside shall grow older than Blue, and wiser than Green. Stronger than Red and higher than Purple. For the world will see it's change. And Nightscar shall be the toll of death.

 

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