Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Lysanthy ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Lysanthy

By: Jessica Cohen

Prologue

It was a grand building that stood at the center of the Banat Plains. The Building was called the Temple of Benat. It stood, a great castle, with four white towers sweeping high among the skies. An array of steps ran from the Plains' floor to the great golden door at the entry. A strong line of mighty pillars held the roof to its height and shone off its riches by the golden embroidered vines that twisted among them. Two flags flew above it all, masters raised high in the clouds, billowing above the north and south towers. They held the emblems of both Nera and Ishmeral.

A dark figure, both evil and good by his right, watched the building with growing anxiety. His mind was a muddle of emotion. He admired the indigo of Ishmeral's flag and watched with loathing towards Nera's of dawning crimson. One thought gone, and he knew the time had come. It was their end and never his, but it had to be done. He waited for only a minute more before the end completed-no righted itself.

His hands turned to fists, and he jumped when the building's north wing exploded. It was a blinding spectacle of bold color. The fire bulged in a mighty flurry of red and orange with yellow enfolding at the tips. A cloud of smoke built itself above the fiery abyss and rose into the clouds, turning them black with loathing. Just as this enormity ended itself, the remaining three wings came to do the same. The three hundred and fifteen steps to the golden door “righted” themselves as well. They fell in stone and then to smoldering nothings lying helplessly upon the sodden ground.

The watcher was grateful for the Plain's marshy surface. It would stop the fires from spreading further and killing such a place of beauty, things that would soon become dead in any case.

The watcher stood with a grim smile on his face. His eyes were directed towards the massacre before him. His sharp ears detected yelling in the distance. Smiling still, he bowed his head sadly to the wreckage. He whispered calmly as the thirty or so holy priests came to apprehend him, “I told you I'd never go without my revenge.”

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