The Unexplained Massacre

Prologue #1

The battle had been lost. She knew it before she even opened her eyes. She could feel pain all over her body and felt the familiar sensation of cold air on open skin. She tried to raise her arm but it was trapped under something. With what strength she had left she pulled. Her arm came free.

Her eyes fluttered open and she immediately had to stop herself from screaming. In front of her was the corpse of her lover. Patches of his hair had been torn from his skull along with the flesh it was attached to. Portions of his skin had been ripped off revealing bone and muscle. She raised her hand and gently stroked what remained of his cheek. He felt cold. She could feel tears running down her face. Her one love, her only love, dead.

She forced herself to turn away from him and sat up. She could now see the extent of her wounds. She had a long gash from her chest to her hip. She watched as the blood poured out. The bright shimmering green, once characterized as beautiful, looked sickly as it spewed out of her.

As her senses returned she realized she couldn't feel her legs. She squinted to see in the darkness. Her legs had been twisted and broken, and were facing an awkward angle. It made her ill to look at them.

She focused on the rest of the room. The once great halls were drenched in blood, trickling down the walls and forming large pools on the floor. The room, once bright, was bathed in shadows and blackness. Then there were the bodies. It was difficult to see in the dark, but they were there. The corpses of her allies littered the floor. They were mangled, mutilated, and barely recognizable but she could have named each of them. They had been her council, her friends.

She tried desperately to move but she couldn't. He...

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“You need to die too” he said slowly.

All of a sudden she was terrified again. She felt something hold her down as the black figure approached. She felt the cold metal of the gauntlet on her skin. Then the Black figure moved his hand and she felt the icy tips pierce her neck. She barely had time to scream as the figure ripped her throat out.

The Prophet watched, unmoving. The girl's aura was fading, as was common for her people. Her pupils lost their emerald green color and changed to milky white. All signs of life faded. She let out a singular breath that did not require air. She was breathing out her life essence. A bright green vapor left her lips, twisting, curling, dancing and then it was gone.

He shut her eyelids and then turned to leave. The stench of corpses, and the low rasping of the Black Wraith accompanied him to the door.