-The year 1298, Fall, The Dusk – Dreams and Wishes -

Three hundred years had passed.

Few streaks of white hair now flow on my hair, my face now concealing lines of furrows. I knew long ago that ain’t as talented as that guy in terms of mastering the divine art, my age was catching up to me.  Anyway, for people like me, age was just a number.

Who am I kidding anyway!

The population in the cave-systems was growing like a mushroom as time passed, the kids kept popping out everywhere. It seemed like the few years of peace contributed to it's hastening. So I decided to extend the cave again, a project that literally bore us a new great view.

With the aid of the dwarves and gnomes, the subterranean dwellings had increased in size once again. Yet, all the races longed for one more thing They wished for their children to see the sun and the sky.

Thus, with everyone's help, we engineered a way to make it come true.

Above the roofs of the cavern now lies a massive hole connected to the dull sky outside, its aesthetics satisfying the fairies and elves. It’s an enchanted architectural craft built through joint efforts of all the races inside the dwelling. The success proved that the races could work together for the greater good; the dwarven blacksmiths crafted the tools for the groundwork, the gnomes invented the runic blueprint for this ambitious plan, the humans contributed their art and magic to serve as foundation, the beastman shaman’s inked their totems to strengthen the magic array that would serve as protection, the elves, and the fairies deployed their mythic art to camouflage the cave-systems, and the Orcus tribe doing the odd jobs that require muscle power.

Maybe before I die it would become a massive metropolis where races co-exist as one big family. A place where racism doesn’t exist.

Glancing outside through my old window, I felt a breeze of fulfillment leaping out of my chest. I could see the little children of different races playing and laughing together, the little ones carry no burden on their backs, running as fast as the world allowed them too. Mothers taking care of chores, gossiping about each other’s husbands and in-laws. On the other hand, the men were working hard, budding seeds, planting crops and growing livestock. It was a sight to behold, never did I thought that the apocalyptic war could bring everyone together with their differences set aside.

I wasn’t able to see such sight during my life in the last bastion. There was only death, war, famine, and fear as if our lives were only wilted grasses on the ground waiting to be stepped on and crushed.

I think the gods witnessed our misery, granting us this peaceful solace. For this place was a great blessing for those who sought refuge that day.

If only that stubborn old man settled with me here instead of staying in that bastion. Maybe,  my life would be bliss right now… Perhaps… Perhaps not.

…

Age tends to make women more emotional…

You know as of late, my dreams kept repeating and repeating a certain setup. It was a situation which I wished deeply in my heart. At first, I could only see a man waving at me, on another shore.

I thought it was just some good old nightmare. Yet, as my dreams continued every night,  the man’s visage started to become more and more vivid and familiar. Wide shoulders of a bulky man, a long loose chestnut hair fluttering in the wind, his strong hand continuously waving at me. A cheeky grin masking his face.

The dawn would then came burdened by the litters of my dream, few tears stained my face as I open my eyes from my creaking bed.

Even just for a few moments, my dreams and wishes came true.

I never felt so glad…

Thus, I write this passage to share a bit of my happiness for the future generations.

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-The year 1299, Spring, The Dusk – Weeping Heavens –

Last night, in the middle of our slumber, an abrupt ear-piercing sound boomed like peals of thunder during a storm, the deafening echoes surged throughout the vast lands of Eudorian Continent. Three pillars of light bursts out from the once dark sky, its luster purging the dimness of the starless nights. The night turned bright,  painting the sky with hope and anticipation. A series of Intense vibration drummed all over the place as spatial rifts appeared in the sky.

I heard the rumbles and crackles originating from the rifts, I could not help but gasped as the hairs in my skin stood up due to instinctive fear.

I thought that the end was extending its hand towards everyone. Hoping for a chance of survival, I along with other old ones immediately gathered together to form a last stand, wishing to at least give the little ones a few minutes to evacuate to another area.

All of a sudden, three circular domes emerged from the sky, I witnessed three silhouettes controlling the very essence of gravity as their dainty feet drifted in the air. In contradiction to their divine presence,  sets of chains bounded their hands and feet while their mouths gag by a black mask.

In a moment, I saw the heavy chains cracked as each of its pieces slipped down from the sky, turning into moats of lights before it could even plunge to the hard soil,  the land of Eudoria.

I could see the three doll-like ladies, their eyes observing everything from the sky.

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The first lady was garbed in long white-satin robe her eyes blue as the ocean. Dangling from her shoulders, the damsel’s light blue hair sashayed with the cold night breeze. She was looking at me, no perhaps she was looking at everybody. Her gaze carried a soft gentle whiff, like a mother looking at her beloved children. It felt like a warm embrace was coddling me, evoking beads of tears to fall from my aged eyes.

I looked around and saw other oldies sniffing along with me. I knew it wasn’t just me. There was something more in them than meets the eye.

The second damsel was a little girl clad in white armor. I couldn’t help but think that she looked silly in such attire. Her eyes were like red rubies in harmony with her long crimson hair. Unlike the lady in satin, she carried a passionate aura. Her presence was like a burning coal in a long winter night, heartening and soothing.

Unlike the first two, the last dame had more chains and manacles sealing her movement. Her eyes were also covered by a black cloth as if preventing her from seeing something. A few minutes passed, the chains and the black cloth disintegrated into flakes of light, freeing the lady from her captivity.

Her eyes were like clear purple lilac blooming in the night, containing images innocence and deep love. Deep-black hair whirled along with her purple flared gown.

The moment her bindings dissipated, the other two cast their moist gazes at her. Their lips gently slipped downwards as their eyes dropped into a corner, sorrow and forlorn weighing on their gaze.

Three hundred years…

Echoing throughout the heavens, those were the first words we heard from the lilac lady. Her tears sliding from her cheeks like rain, it carried the burden of three centuries.

She wept.

Hearing her peals of sobs I couldn’t help but gasped, my heart felt tight and full as if acknowledging the release of her hundred years of frustration.

I cried…

In the end, everyone who saw her tears did.

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