Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Necromancer ❯ Blood Awakening ( Prologue )

Preface

From the soil of ancient wars a foul army arose. Thousands slain for power, pawns once more, move inexorably through the settlements of man. Nothing survived the wrath of their Dark Goddess and the whispering in their hollow minds. Her power could rip souls from both heaven and hell and summon terrors only dreamt in asylums. When she called the dead answered, and where she commanded they went. And what she wanted she always got.

The corpses of those slain by her terrible army rose to swell the ranks. Entire villages were swallowed by the horde and still they marched. Their Goddess wouldn't let them rest.

From the helpless ruins of a once glorious empire they shambled towards the great nations who's prosperity brought purity and life to the surrounding land. With the first touch of the Goddess' foul hand thousands died. She breathed death and decay upon the victors of them. Every mortal heard her dulcet voice filled with the sweetest oblivion and some eagerly fell into her cold arms. Those that didn't joined unwillingly.

"I will bring equality through the only means at my disposal. Kings and peasants will sleep in the same cold bed." To her still heart she brought her fleshless children and blew life from death into them.

The kingdoms rallied against her minions, but the dead cannot be killed, nor could they be stopped. Soldiers watched in horror as their slain companions rose and took up arms against them. From the forests the foul stench of death wafted forth, as the dead creatures emerged to join in the parade of darkness.

And when death finally stole over the whole world the Goddess slept and her minions fell in their place. Their work finally finished and their mistress sated. It was the end of the Dark Time when death ruled the living.

By no means had she taken all life from the planet. Small pockets of humanity lived and then flourished with her disappearance. They spread and the living ruled Gaea again. Time fled forward and the dusty veils of forgetfulness descended upon the survivors of the Dark Time. Yet an ominous prophecy forewarned of the Goddess' awakening, but it too was forgotten.

When the first blood spilled and the Destiny Wars began the dead stirred uneasily. A soft song filtered through the soil and the dead moaned. It flowed upward in rivers of death and caressed the corpses of the recently fallen and they twitched. From her dark slumber the Dark Goddess sensed the passage of time and breathed.

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Well, how was that? Please review and tell me what you think. Don't worry some familiar Escaflowne characters will make their debut in the next chapter. This fic is sort of along the lines of my unfinished story "Apocalyptic Fate".