Chapter IV: The Faerie of Wind
Overlooking the world below The
Faerie of the Wind began to cry. Her diamond-like tears caused the Earth to
shower in rain, causing windstorms all through the land. Oh, the dread she felt
in her soul as the inner-demons of the world took over… drawing the real ones
out.
“No… Please not again.” Her voice
like a bell, each word rung like the melodic beauties of angels singing. “Poor
humanity… again the world shall be covered in darkness, only to be replenished
by the Wave that once destroyed your demons.”
The Faerie of the Wind, covered in
fluorescent white robes, glided down towards the planets stratosphere. Her
nipples perked from the excitement of dread, though her stomach was solid and
tight from the horrors that she knew she was about to face. Angelic in body,
but without emotion save one: Fear.
As the angelic being floated down to
the earth’s level, she saw them. The others. The Flame Giant had already begun
his destructive march across the European continent. The Lady Ice, her very own
half-sister, had begun her rampage of covering Asia and the Australian coast in
a wasteland of frost and death. And the Wooden Man, marching through the
America’s, activated his armies and was slaughtering everything in his wake.
“Am I too late!?” The Faerie of Wind
cried.
But a spark of hope soon filled her
vision. Down below in a rural area of the coldest reaches of the Upper
Peninsula of the World, there shined a beacon of hope. While the world’s armies
had been obliterated, a young woman, unaware of the chaos around her planet,
was practicing with a wooden sword.
“I see… hope in this mortal… For
once.” The Faerie of Wind reacted. “Perhaps she will be the New Savior.”
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