Grey Wall

As the winds cleared the dust on the plain, bright shining armor gleamed in the midday sun lighting up the entire horizon. It seemed heavenly, the golden light shimmering as they breathed deep.

Battle horns sounded, whips lashed as horses neighed in protest.

The castle was dark, the men trembled and hid behind stone columns.

They drew nearer, the thuds of heavy stone battering the sturdy walls, breaking, crumbling them.

The day was over, the battle won.

But not yet.

His voice thundered through the mountains, shook the trees, scattered the birds and broke the will of mens hearts. They stopped dead in their tracks, fear gripped them like an ungodly vice. The sky darkened, the very world seemed to hide and tremble from his voice.

And again he roared as he appeared from the skies, his hands raised in anger.

Thousands fled, cringed, pleaded. He stood there, rage filling his veins, eyes burning in hate.

They knew what they had done. They knew what he could do.

They knew his power.

Fear, anger, hurt.

And the ground split in two as his hammer crashed into the earth, shattering the age of men.

Orius Kryptos

2027BC