Mikaelath

Xer 18th 156 Sol
I may be mute, unable to speak, but what I can say as I write this down…Greona was our home and it was the only world they ever have. It was peaceful and lush, filled with many fae dragons and cooperative imperials who respected us enough to listen and obey our traditions as us to them. I have given many of their children, their imperial younglings, food and special treats from our collections of flowers that we all tend to carefully. This peace however… did not last.

An antique-colored fae was seen flying and sneaking around many buildings and quickly zigzagging in between the alleys and the debris as they fall asunder from high above. Other dragons, faes and imperials, are also trying to escape in the same direction as well, but they too have taken many hits from debris as they are blown towards them. Far from the distance, lies Valzak, once a shining beacon of Greona, now aflamed and its mysterious, transparent red wall, that seemed to be moving towards them. The wall is like a hybrid of a flood and a tornado, flinging the debris the moment it got swept up and destroying many homes along its path. As the remaining survivors reached the outskirts, only to come to realize that all the gates within Valzak are shut and will not open. Even those who tried to fly above
the castle walls are terminated by an unknown crimson electricity, currently arcing throughout the air.

The fae found shelter among wooden pallets and logged woods and hid there, hoping to find safety within. But it was not safety that he finds, it was horrors that burned their images within Mikaelath’s mind. As the wall has come, and passed over him, unharmed… the others have suffered far worse fate than he has ever imagined. From the depths of his shelter… he saw dragons becoming corrupted, with visual red eyes and that terrible roar. Those who has not turned were targeted instantly by those corrupted and slain by their claws. Then came the screams; the screams of the afraid and the screams of the turned and the most terrifying screams of all... the screams of the hatchlings.

Once it all ended or at least cannot be heard anymore, Mikaelath peeked from what remains of his temporary shelter. There was only blood and carnage. Bloodied bodies everywhere… from the top of their homes into the streets. Valzak… and its districts burn brighter than ever, as if everything has turned to anarchy instantly. Fires took over everything in sight and created something worse than death itself. Swarms of corrupted fae dragons came and feasted upon every corpse, living and dead. With this happening… he had to know, know what truly happened as he stealthily makes his way back to the center, sticking by the shadows.

He has witnessed many horrors along the way and there was no right path anymore, for every turn lies new horrors. Many nesting sites are corrupted, brutalized, or consumed and he cannot stand the sight of what has happened to the hatchlings as he tries his best to wipe those views from his memories. Friendly dragons cowering in fear of the swarm and the nightmare that has come for them all, many of which took to the sewers or basements of their destroyed homes as they come. The peaceful luxuries are raided by scavengers. Even their religious dens burn and the eye within the darkness inside them is enough to send anyone flying away at first sight.

At last. He made it to the center…only to find that the High-den is currently in-process of converting into a cultist fortress. Fanatics and zealots are everywhere, from top to bottom. He spied upon everything that has been occurring until he saw someone… who is truly responsible for all this madness.

Walking in the courtyard, a black imperial that every fae and imperial opposed… Yvessoa and the very king who swore that no chaos shall reign in his home, Amadeus. Mikaelath, hid to the best of his abilities within what shadows lies against the walls and the unknown construction materials. He shudders and thought in his mind of the carnage. Hope for the good… no longer exists within this world. He finally has come to the conclusion that he must escape, to warn the worlds above of what has happened here and to seal off all access points. As soon as he exists his shadow, he tripped over a metal object and every eye is upon him. He crawled quickly backward but bumped into someone. A glass jar came down, trapping him and the one who trapped him… was Yvessoa, who gave a chilling laughter, one that will last for ages to come as the door into the darkness with their new home closes behind her.