Awakening of the Eldritch Flame

Three hundred years ago, the fall of man began. It was an invasion, by an unknown sentiment that descended from the world above. Its origins were unknown, and in accordance came monsters of myth.

Dark clouded beasts who reek of blood and terror. Their eyes were dull but fiery with a tint of the Eldritch flame. Dazzling in a blue light, they scoured the lands and threatened those who lived.

Clouding the skies on that fateful night, a portal opened within the skies. They poured down upon the lands like rain and scavenged for the flesh of humans.

The cause of the sudden chaos was unknown, but its pressure was surely otherworldly. Startled by the ensuing chaos, the men of valor and pride holed themselves within the great gates of the castles.

Yet no matter how hard they hid, there was nowhere to run to. Nor was there any space to hide, as the monsters could sense humans. It wasn't the flesh they yearned for, but the soul.

Tearing apart the flesh to eat the soul as a treat, they survived plundering through the lands. The kings grew angry and annoyed by this, but they knew not how to fight against such a threat.

It wasn't long before the chaos spread far, and with that came terror. The world was engulfed in flames, whilst the savage beasts indulged in their nasty habit of plundering.

Kings fell from their high statures, and kingdoms descended to ruin. It was truly hell on earth, but no one could dare face these monsters. Even nobles who stood in glamour had become peasants before these vile beasts.

Seeing this, rumors of their terror spread through the lands. The commoners named them in similarity with their dark nature, a tone which constantly reminded all about their threatening skill.

This name was firmly understood by any who heard of it, as it told the nature of the demons. A simple name it truly was, and with its saying came dread and sadness.

"Dreadmourn" was the name they called the creatures. Some were four-legged beasts, and others were in a humanoid form. Nevertheless, it became an omen to see these vile beasts, let alone meet them.

Unable to contain the dragging of torture and terror, the sixth king of Derchil, Von Asl Eldrin rallied his troops in an attempt to save his kingdom.

With mere numbers staggering through the thousands, they fixed their sights on the monsters of the night. It was a losing war, but the king did not waver.

Even though his troops were no match for the hordes of beasts that sped unto their stead, he kept his will steadfast. It was a battle of Thirty thousand against a million, and behind the silver helmets stood terrified knights.

Of course, they were afraid, after all, who wouldn't be in such a situation? However there was no place to run to, and hiding was definitely out of the picture. All the other nations had already fallen to the attacks of the creatures, and their turn had finally struck.

Having a sense of protection for their families, the brave knights stood firm and drew their lances for war. War with the beasts which yearned to tear down the country they called home.

King Eldrin stood ahead of the army, with his horse as a confidant. Stroking it gently, the brave king descended and fetched some sand with his palm.

He knew they would either drown in death or remain victorious. Yet no matter how you look at it, the latter was far difficult to attain. Surviving looked impossible as the monsters approached, but he kept his composure steady.

Grabbing the helm of his sword, he unsheathed it and pointed to the dark sky. His eyes were cold and plain, but a burning desire kept them warm.

The cavalry was the first line of attack, and in readiness, it ensured strict focus. Every soldier knew it was surely an end to their desperate lives, but dying with purpose gave them more glory than any other.

Breathing out calmly, King Eldrin set his sights on the stampede and glid his sword downwards. Pointing against the monsters, his calm look turned fierce, and a motivated fire burned within him.

"On this day, we shall sacrifice our lives for the great cause. No monster will breach our lines of defense, even if it be thousands or millions. Hear ye, men of valor!!"

"My sword will be your sword!! My breath will be your breath!!! Stand for the wives you longed to protect, the family you gave it all for. They await you in the cottages and mansions for another night."

"We will survive this, and even if we don't our souls will rejoice in the afterlife for ending this terror. Stand firm, my men!!! Against death, YOU ARE FEARLESS!!!"

Argh!!!!!

In a burst of motivation, the knights of shining armor ran through the dirt for war. The king stood at the head of the attack, and with his sword of steel, he cleaved the heads of the dread mourns.

Yet as his sword whisked through the air, human strength was too faint in comparison to the beast's strength. The war grew terrific, and the losing side was evident from the beginning.

The numbers declined slowly as the hands of time ticked away. Given the escalating fight, Eldrin's troops were slaughtered mercilessly on the battlefield.

As the last line of defense against extinction, the king bore the hopes of his dead subordinates and rode further. His screams filled the bloody grounds, and with a battered body, he pressed on nonetheless. 

Striking his sword against the scales of a dreadmourn, his steel sword broke into two. King Eldrin grew desperate, and in another spin of attack, he found himself near the jaws of the beast.

It seemed the end had finally drawn close, and he accepted his fate with pride. However the blast of lightning startled him, and as he watched the gods had descended.

They felt regret and pity for the harm caused by the dreadmourns, as it was due to their imperfections and recklessness. Being indebted to the king for surviving, the gods allied with power.

Overwhelmed with joy, King Eldrin picked up his weapon and led his men on. The tides of the war had turned, and they finally had a chance against the dreadmourns.

His broken sword became a sword of light, blessed with the power of the gods. As a sign of their alliance, they bestowed upon him an honorary name. One which was given to only the strongest.

Yet this was only the beginning. The war ended victorious for the Southern king, but that wasn't the end of the chaos. On the outskirts of the land, evil still lurked and it searched relentlessly for prey.