Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digimon: End of Days ❯ The Fall of Antega ( Prologue )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own digimon of course. I do own certain characters in this story such as Gaiden and Xerxes. Any use of these ideas must be approved by me!

 

 

 

DIGIMON:

END OF DAYS

 

PROLOG: THE FALL OF ANTEGA

 

Darkness falls as the day passes to night over the quiet city of Antega. Stillness blankets the area as the night patrols come and begin their nightly job of patrolling the city. News of a massive army has every nation on Terrice on high alert and of course Antega also known as the City of Warriors is prepared for any battle. But nothing prepare them for the might of the invading army.Rumors also say of a powerful man dressed in grey robes is aiding this evil army. His is only known as Xerxes and nothing more.

The night time in Antega was silent with no disruptions and the sun broke the horizon and with horizon came a blanket of firery arrows and a war cry.

"THERE HERE!" yelled one of the gate guards. "DEATH CORPSE IS HERE!" A bell was rung and it echoed through the city waking every one. Human soldiers and digimon gathered and prepared for battle. And as if on cue the massive shadow of the Death Corpse spilled over the hills and ran through most of Antega's Army. Cries of sorrow and pain were heard as Antega's Army struggled against what seemed to be a massive infinite army. As the battle raged on a cry was heard, it was the leader of the Death Corpse on his ultimate weapon: Aremikmon. The brave warriors of Antega even coward as the monstrous beast bellowed fire and lightning destroying all that stood. On the back of Aremikmon was the leader and Xerxes.

"Mykan...the battle below is in favor of your army." said Xerxes.

"I would hope so." said Mykan. "Nothing is going to stand in my way of total domination of this land." Xerxes laughed and leaned over the side of Aremikmon and glanced at the battlefield below, what was left that is.

"Might I add, if Aremikmon continues to cause massive destruction there wont be a city for you to call you capital or any subjects left." Xerxes advice made Mykan realize and commanded Aremikmon to pull back to the rear of Death Corpse. The scene on the ground was drastically warped with bodies of the dead and dying. This wasn't a war, it was a massacre. The Death Corpse reached the gate of Antega and broke them, and within thirty minutes Antega's current ruler: Grand Vizor Graan surrendered his throne.

"Mykan what is the fate of Graan?" asked Xerxes.

"He will live to serve me." answered Mykan.

"He should be executed." said Xerxes. "You never let previous rulers live! They will gather followers and rebel causing you to lose more subjects! Give the order to execute! EXECUTE! EXECUTE!" Xerxes knew that soon Mykan would bend to the idea of an execution, he just needed a push in the right direction. Mykan sighed and looked at Xerxes.

"Execute."

"Good choice." Xerxes walked down to the white faced man, Graan, with a sword in hand. "By order of Mykan current ruler of Antega you, former ruler of Antega, are to be executed by decaputaion!"

"No....please no." begged the man named Graan. Xerxes of course was merciless and held the sword to the back of Graan's neck.

"I would ask you for any last words, but your mouth has poisoned this house for too long!" Xerxes raised the sword above his head came down swiftly cutting Graan's head of cleanly. It rolled down and near Mykan's feet. He looked at it with disgust and ordered some men to clean it up."Mykan, what is our next plan of action? I heard Eyphan, City of Magic, would be a great pace to begin your conquest." Mykan observed a map, and Xerxes was right, if Mykan ruled Antega and Eyphan, he would have half of the continent. Making it much easier to conqure the remaining land. Though Mykan's army was powerful. It would take him seven years to conqure the mighty kingdom of Eyphan. This fall of the Warrior City marks the end of days and as it says in a prophecy:

 

Ice from the north freezes all time,

Quakes from the east shake the foundations of Man,

Heat from the south burns all hope,

And from the west marches the armies of the Dead.

The Darkness locked up for thousands of years returns with

one thing on it's mind:

REVENGE.

In lands far away, a holy man succumbs to the darkness

and summons the legendary keep of souls:

Cathedral of Y.

The Fallen Priest gathers followers and revives the fallen gods from the ancient tower:

Tyr.

In a land farther than any other, becomes feared in it's power.

The strength of darkness closes its hand around the world,

but one light, the soul of a courageous young man, threatens

the darkness' revenge.

From the distance there is hope....

 

And so begins....the End of Days...............