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"Nature, waiting amidst the hustle and bustle."
Cottages in Simonsberg village, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
What Attack?
Prepare for the Onslaught
Rrëmêmbêãrr zê ãttâck?
There it was again. What attack? It all flushed back into my mind in an instant. I was there again.
'...Survive' She yelled. I ran out back. Suddenly she started crying 'Leave me be, please. I don't want to die' 'Like I give a shit. It's all on the king's orders' Hahahahaha
That laughter. I knew it from somewhere. She started screaming. Louder and louder. You could feel her pain in those screams.
I turned around and ran. Ran to the forest. I didn't turn back anymore, I just ran. Ran for my life, hoping I never have to feel the pain I heard in those screams
Picture Burning House by Nemo-Li
Music Prepare for the Onslaugt by Epic Score
© The Zero 零 Squad, 2013-2016
The Madman
Descendent of God
They marched into the village. It was still early. The Sun had just dawned and the cock hadn't crown yet. Behind them lay already the soldiers who were supposed to watch the road.
Finally. After all these years in that goddamn dungeon someone saw my potential. Someone saw that my power, my lust for destruction isn't something bad, it's useful. He snapped with his fingers and a spark emerged from them. It flew to a house in an instant. WOOOSHH The house was ablaze an instant later.
Mwuahahuahahua After all those years... His eyes started glowing red. He snapped his fingers again and another house stood ablaze. ...I nearly forgot how much fun this is Hahahahahaha Burning people started running out of the houses. Screaming out of pain.
'Go. Do has he told you. Don't let a single one survive. All Hail the King' Mwuhahuahahuaha
Picture Crimson Mage by Izzy Medrano
Music Descendent of God by DeVso Music
© The Zero 零 Squad, 2013-2016
The Attack - Bjorn
Prepare for the Onslaught
One morning I woke up to the smell of smoke and burning flesh. To screams of pain and agony. To the sounds of clinging metal. At first I thought it was a bandit attack. They must be after the gold father got for that jewel he sold to the king I thought. But I was wrong.
Mother tried to stay calm. Father took his pickaxe and was on his way out the front door. Suddenly the door burst open and someone came through it. It felt like time was frozen. I looked at him and saw every detail on his armour. This is no bandit. This is a mercenary. Time unfroze again as father rammed his axe into the intruders head. He fell onto the floor and father went over him and out.
Mother didn't look. She did her best not to. To keep her calm. But I knew she wasn't calm. I could see the fright in her eyes. She took of her necklace and put it around my neck. Then she mumbled something I didn't understand and kissed me on my forehead. 'Run!' She said. 'Run out the backdoor. Get away from here. Survive.'
Picture Nibelheim by jordangrimmer
Music Prepare for the Onslaught by Epic Score
© The Zero 零 Squad, 2013-2016
Childhood - Bjorn
Reading the Leaves
My life before I became an orphan was that of a usual kid. I think. I played with the other kids in the village, helped mother in the garden now and then, watched the smith working when I had time. Nothing unusual.
Father was working in the mines. It was seldom that I could help him there. One time he called me and showed me this gemstone he found. He told me that I should show it to mother and ask if she likes it. I did just that. And she did like it.
It's been a very long time since that happened. Many things have changed since then. Many things...
Picture Medieval Village by rissking Music Reading the Leaves by Falling You
© The Zero 零 Squad, 2013-2016