Ballad of Flames: Prologue

In the past century countries had risen and fallen into the abyss which had swallowed the land in agony. Men and women under the guise of Project Ark believed the darkness would carry them to a new age of men, however horror struck them. Many members had become abominations twisted by their own desires bringing a lone swordsman and a cleric to bring them down. Some say his eyes were so blue that they glowed, and they were wrong. He pushed the darkness back and with the help of many he forged a kingdom on the last remaining bit of land he could, a kingdom of Ash. He proceeded to build upon an empire long outdated bringing it to surpass the modern world into the last haven and there he raised three kids. Alexander Junior, Catherine, and Amelia. While a plague ran wild and ate what it could, where humans were no longer present. Like a land before time, a place that was no longer in existence was all we saw, so we shrugged it aside. Yet my story begins here, at the age of 19 on the streets of a boisterous city with fractured dreams, a city that a wolf was no longer welcome amongst the sheep of the ignorant children.

Yet am I lucky to be standing here today? Knowing all who have been lost to the flames that I have become. The fields had been torn by the heat of war and the winds now carry a solemn tune of death. My eyes looked out to the vast horizon as its colors were orange and pink and carried onto the clouds above. I had no reason to smile at such a sight as agony filled my heart, perhaps I should not be in such vanity as I do now. I suppose it’s time to tell my half of this story, or should I say a ballad of flames. Where war was rampant and Death stood waiting, with greedy eyes that gazed awaiting. Perhaps the lives are what Death seeks as embers laughed, cried, and shrieked to eyes of mad men that have seen the gates. Even I have stood before Death and so has all of us survivors, yet Death would only smile at us and tell us a story, a story of Ash, Embers, and Soot; a conglomerate of ideas that no men can make sense of in their darkest hour.