THE UNKNOWN MAN IN THE HELL

The terror is blowing instead of the winds, the flesh is rotting on the surface of the realm instead of the soil, reptiles and grave insect are crawling all over the territory, the trees are dead and so is the nation. The atmosphere possesses a red gloomy sky, the environment is so quiet that anyone can hear the sound of the grim reaper which is in the position to take another life from the kingdom. The noises and echoes full of sorrow can be heard even though the place is silent. The dirt is whacking with the winds singing death songs. The territory itself exhibits clues of darkness.

Though the place is silent, the screams can be heard. The nation seems to be dead with thousands of ruins and monuments lying in the sand broken down, even the grave seems prettier than the houses in the nation. Death seems much better than living in this kingdom. A cold breeze always flows in the kingdom, freezing the lakes, rivers, and souls of the people. Creatures of the dead are dancing and laughing. Death is no longer meek in this kingdom.

What we can see is just the ruins of a kingdom that appears to be 1000 years old, a vulture eating the eyes from the socket of a man, snakes coming out from the nose cavity in a skull, and demise dancing on the planet, a young woman in the semi-naked condition crying alongside her husband's corpse, a mongoose eating its own body and a giant statue with its head missing and besides that statue we see a dying old man screaming that our fortune is coming today.

In the dead silence, a sudden sound of footsteps emerged. A handsome, young, dashing-looking person dressed as a monk but the charisma of a prince emerged from the forest. His happiness and smile on his face were like a sun to the planet where the sun had not risen in years. His smile was like a sea of nectar in the desert. His face was enlightened by his sweet little smile but the smile on his face turned to deathly gloom with a shocked expression. His mind is blown away. His face turned pale and he stumbled upon his knees. Not knowing what happened and where to go, he followed the voice of the old man. When he saw the old man he approached him and gives him water to drink. The old man threw away the skin bag containing water and said

"Where were you,

Do You know what we all came through,

You are a loser who just flew

What you did was taboo."

"Who are you and what are you saying sir" exclaimed the man.

"So you don't know who I am, and what happened to us?" asked the dying old man.

"No, I don't," the man said.

"I am Harold the minister at..." old man stopped in the middle as the man interrupted and said "what you are sir Harold, the minister at the court of...?" before the man could finish his sentence, an arrow came and pierced the head of the old man.

The man rose and tried to search for the source of the arrow but he was not able to find it. He reached the old man who was on the verge of dying.

"You are our only hope Sa... So..." and the old man deceased without completing his whole sentence.

The man sat next to him, placed his head on his lap and the tears started to fall from his eyes.

"I will serve you justice, uncle Harold" shouted the man. The man heard a sound coming from the north. The man hides behind a tree. From the corner, he saw a bull-headed monster arrive and pulled Harold to the north and mumbled "the king will be happy and will award me for assassinating you".

While he was weeping, his gaze falls upon the carving at the base of the statue where the following words were written: " Late king Skoll".

[the statue is enormous around 140 feet high, it seems like a colossus in the city of dwarfs. Even with its head missing it's the giant. No structure in the area can match up with this colossal, it's like a human trying to fit in a colony of ants.]

When he read the words, he drowned in the sorrows flooding his heart. His pain reached its extreme.

"Why?" he shouted. Screaming in the pain, he falls unconscious.