II: The Unbeknown Massacre of Broodth.
The brothers arrived on Dome-Wyrd's shores, a sandy sizzle, with the piercing dawn. Disrupting the tide, all of the royal-Elvan brothers stood side-by-side, behind their father, heads depressed.
Eyes shut and silence filled the room as they faced all of the kingdom’s guards.
a few dozen filled the room, standing attentively below the stairs.
A storm rolled in, with the cue of crackling thunder, occupying the ship’s quarters, were the brothers, whom previously were arguing. The Elvan king shouted with a freshly poured stein in his hand.
“My sons! Our perilous journey is being heavenly rewarded! I'm sure of it! The premonition I had.. the moon shines down on us." He slowly states as he limps his frail frame toward a window in the cabin, with a perfect view of the moon. Illuminating the sea below- perhaps it was the angle, or the alcohol, but the illumination from the moon made the water glow like an ethereal bridge to an unknown promise land. Although..
Ancient cities are always lost, for reasons unbeknown. Curse or tragedy, the ruins shouldn't be a reason for madness, but a prop of understanding. A brutal lesson from The God of Death.
The brothers slowly stepped to the side, as the king rambled on to the Snow-Elves. The brothers looked on at the man that suspiciously "seemed" like his father. "You've noticed it too brother ?" said the chubby Freay, they all slowly sipped their steins nervously, in synchronization, keeping their gaze on the king, subtly but not too intensely.
"Quite so, something's off, and it's been ever since he's raved about this sodding dream. Something evil methinks.." the older brother scratches his chin, staring at the window. "What if a daemon, could crawl in our skin brother? How would we combat it?" His voice lowers,
"even if we did slay father.. how are we to know this daemon won't infect us?"
Vaea’s malicious smirk moved the clouds, slicing them apart, nothing can be hidden from her. Not even mortals thoughts are safe, now conversing, that is impeccably foolish.
The King, smiled a smile that made their heads cock in shivering fright. He straightened his back, abruptly ceasing talk with his kin, his spine cracking in fifteen different places, his stroll was youthful.. he stopped inches before the brothers. His glare was droopy, void of emotion- he gazed onto them not as sons, but prey, as if the king was now a starving wolf.
There was an awkward, intimidating, glare. Mondisi, throwing his head back laughed and howled toward the window, dribbles of spit stained the pane of glass, flying from under his tongue. His laughs escalated, as did the spit, his eyes bulged, face throbbing, went dull-straight, surprisingly and intensely so.
The brothers stared at one-another. Refusing to break eye-contact, Mondisi, silently walked over to the center-table, swiftly grabbing two wine glasses. Mondisi held them at his sides, his hands smashed them into the cheeks of his sons.
As glass shattered, some lied ridden in their faces. Noticing this, the king squeezed their cheeks, moving the jagged pieces of glass around only to find the captain's cabin haunted. Possessed by horrific screams as the brothers once again, stared into one another, but this time- without hope. They attempted to look for their mother, but she was busy, screaming bloody terror in the darkness of the King’s quarters. Doing only Vaea knows what.
Suddenly, with ferociously perfect timing, The king's expression mutated to that of utter shock. Tears filled his eyes,
"In all that the moon illuminates... WHAT DID YOU SODDING LADS DO?!" Mondisi, devoured by the stress, began to cough, the brother's worried-still, in shock.
This daemon who lie within their father, be it dementia? Or something much more inconceivable? Wincing in a terrible pain, the brothers grunted, finally deciding to help themselves-
They hollered, "MEDIC!" Mondisi halted his coughing. The brothers, as they walked passed their father in a limping agony. Mondisi, The Snow-Elf King’s body, had a strange convulsion in his glass shoulders, ending in his now suddenly, elderly fingertips. A grin grew, cheek-to-cheek, that he never wore. As the king quietly giggled like a handicapped child. Mondisi, scratching his head, had now again forgotten what had just transpired, eerily so.
If he had remembered- it would surely mean an abrupt death, and that cosmically, deathly truth may have actually been better in a world where good things happen, but this world of a doomed-fate, Dome-Wyrd, where good things never happen, albeit rarely. This world, is not one of those worlds, i'm afraid it has very few days, very few colorful skies, very few heroes, very little hope. very few survivors, but what it does have is many, many, unforgettable terrors- the reason mortals lie awake at night, under the lonely moon.
Dawn, surprisingly rose, piercing the ashy clouds that refused rain. The brothers were yawning, equipping their gear. Sheathing their swords, unable to recollect anything of the prior night, the brothers now marched off the boat, stretching, as they strolled with their arms behind their heads. "Welp, brother, let's hope we have better luck with humans than we did in our homelands."
Mondnee, and Freay, both chuckled as they walked down the ramp,
"aye, brother, sodding aye." They cautiously strolled into the town, just upon the grim, sandy-shore, half a mile forward. Atop the hill and onto the grass they spotted a paved road with stalls and shops on either side, with houses behind them assumingly belonging to the rightful merchants, an honest town.
Finding the first general store they could find, though they hand never read or gandered upon human scripture for they could care less of human teachings. They were perplexed to find that they could somehow instinctively read the stall’s signs. They needed food, they needed a lot of it, and they needed it quickly.
The moment they walked inside the general store afore them. Every-single-gaze-peered toward them. the brothers held their hands-up, palms-open, eyebrows up.
"We're just here for supplies.." The customers were kindly intrigued, referring to them as wooden creatures. Curiously the patrons approached, all asking dumbfounded questions of their races origin. Jokingly, the brothers explained their moonlit race.
“Our ears are much different than yours, that’s obvious enough, but as are our ways, forgive us if we are cautious to tell, for we have had cruel treating from humans such as yourselves in the dire past, so much so, that our kin looks back with disdain.”
“Even with all of this said, we treat others with gratitude until mistreatment, this is a belief, that I believe, we both share, in these ghastly dark-times.”
The human patrons of the shop cheered along. One asked.
“With all due respect, sir, why is your skin so queerly pale?” Mondnee laughs a hearty cackle,
“That’s an easy one! I know you human folk know of the moon that graces the skies in the late-nights. You may be simple, but i do not detect foolishness, I say this with respect, though it may be strange to you. All of our kin, you see- was born under that beaming light in the sky, because of this and in the forests we onced dwelled. Our sensitive skin adapted and mutated under the moon’s monstrous power, unbeknown to you, our fellow man, and even ourselves, it's truly the Elves first wonder.
The humans gazed in amazement, dumbfounded, understanding differing skin shouldn’t be a horrid thing, just because it is foreign.
The merchant himself, whom stood behind the dusty counter, twitching in a distant stare, he growled and shouted "You lot gonna’ buy? Oh! Or are you queer-skinned-folk, gonna’ fuck-right-off knife ears.”
The customers were as confused as the elvan brothers. The merchant, wielding a knife from his back-side, lunged at Mondnee, vaulting the counter intensely, Mondnee began dodging, throwing his weight backwards, swaying his shoulders, twisting his neck.
Mondnee wielded his sword and in one swift-motion, spun in a full circle, rotating back around slicing the blade upward, piercing his stomach- In a flash, a bright-line appeared on his gut, blood pouring from within, along with all of his organs, as they spilled to the floor from the slit of a precise slash.
Mondnee backed up in a defensive stance. Slowly shuffling his feet, his face and torso drenched in blood. "shit" Mondnee said. The human crowd, that stomped like a phalanx, their demeanor changed from intrigued- to bloodlust. Knuckles cracked, obscenities toward the elves flew in spit-fire. Lips twitched, anger exploded as the first intrigued human, torpedoed his fist toward Mondnee. An upward slash of his curved sword welcomed his human hand, bones cracked.
The human’s hand plopped to the floor, blood gushed, revealing wrist bone, disconnected, finally the foolish human, screamed. A continuous screamed that made the rest of the crowd, pause, but not for long.
As soon as the first footstep was heard from the paused crowd, they multiplied, stampeding to their own mutilation.
Mondnee readied himself, smirking and shouting.
“Well, come-on you thick bastards! Losing your friend here wasn't enough? Well, my blade is starving!” Gripping the hilt, the leather scratching, Mondnee held his sword in a downward arc, the hilt pointing toward his cheek.
The crowd now sweaty, marched toward him with a tsunami of insults, but Mondnee was too smart for these games, he joyfully ignored them. The second human, swung for his ribs,
“predictable” Mondnee thought. Stepping to the side, gracefully, he jabbed his sword, penetrating his torso, grasping for air and clawing with trickles of blood crying down his face. Mondnee grunted, raising his leg up and kicking him forthright, crashing to the floor, a pool of blood made his eyes dark.
Flinging his sword of blood, twirling it in a circle, reverting back to his original stance, he held one hand out momentarily, motioning for them to engage Mondnee.
Foolishly, all at once, they all complied. One human slipped on the dismembered hand, cracking his neck on the way down.
Mondnee danced around them, twirling in precision. Slashing them in a speed of a blur, Mondnee whirred through the air. The room rained blood, in Mondnee’s unstoppable flurries.
Hands, legs, feet, and even necks were slashed, mutilated, and carved. The sight, only left a blood covered Mondnee, and a horrendous museum of organs, decorating the room in an unavoidable, dripping shame.
Running back to the boat, stomping up the ramp, storming in the door-
Mondnee, pleaded with the king, but he refused, the Elves, had to journey to the mountain, they had to burn the bodies. The King ordered his guards.
“Hack them, chop them, burn-them, i do not care, just get rid of the corpses.”
The king roared sternly. A little more than a dozen elvan soldiers (fourteen, to be exact), turned around in synchronisation. Chanting the king’s name “Mondisi!” Their armor was their choir, clanking in a ghastly melody. The Elves were relentless, in a single-file line they separated, two for each building.
They cared not for the humans,they had their chance, or at least “so said the king.” Before the sun could even help the plants grow, screams were only heard, a horde of terrifying screams, from the children abandoned. The elves were told to gather ALL the corpses and so they did. None of the elves said a word, there was nothing but their King’s orders.
Mondisi, and his now bandage-masked wife strolled down the ramp, Mondisi shielded the queen’s eyes. The King whispered to a nearby guard something vague and sinister, before long, on a stake set ablaze, there pierced through the throat, the very merchant that denied them trade with a look of one scared bastard.
Half an hour had passed and dozens of bodies thrown into the fire later. The King, Queen, his Two sons- and the rest of his Elvan guard, ventured onward, up the hill behind the town towards the daunting mountain. With a town of burning bodies and parentless human children behind them.
Even then, with towering, burning corpses displayed as a horrendous message of brutal truth. The Elves, they truly had yet to learn of a true blood bath, the soon-to-be, dominating fear that lurks in the above daunting mountain’s grass.
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