Prologue: The Catastrophes of War

Prologue: The Catastrophes of War.

Third Person's Point of View.

Blood could be foreseen everywhere. The shout was echoing as if it was the normal voice tweet of birds. Two swords colliding and develop a sound of blacksmith's enhancing weapon.

All creatures are dying by the catastrophes of wars. One before dying wishing to be spared, while the other one before vanishing, wishing that someone will end this war.

Warlocks, Wizards, Deity, Dryads, Elf, Werewolves, Faeries, and Harpies executing oneself's race.

Every beholder of each race. Face each other. Preparing themselves to cast magic, evolving themselves, and stretching their arrows.

They all shouted simultaneously, “DIE, BRETHREN!”

They have started to fight. They split up and group into two. Facing each other.

Elf's Sentinel versus Dryads' Enchantress, Deities' Goddess versus Harpies' Queen, Warlocks' Leader versus Werewolves' King and Faeries' Princess versus Wizards' Master.

Who will win between the fight of every two races? Who will hold the head of enemies? Who will claim the world? Which races will be extinct?

The note of Elf and Dryad.

They both exchange attacks and power. Both wounded and blood coming out from their both bodies. Why are they not giving up? Are they really strong? Or they are not giving up because they don't want their races to be assassinated?

They both breathe heavily and faster. They are tired. They stood up at the same time, and again they cast magic that was bestowed by their ancestors before.

Both match and draw. Both of them are the beholder of power of the nature, but who will be the remaining beholder?

Elf's leader controlling the tree to manipulate to become vein to entangle the Dryads' leader, yet the Dryad is also controlling the forest to protect her from being killed and entangled.

Dryads' leader isn't cautious enough. She isn't aware of the consequences. Elf can control the tree, so basically, she can control what she manipulated. She's trapping in the veins. What will she do?

She copes up with an idea to use the tree that entangled her and the moment, she was freed from being trapped, she attacks the Elf's leader, long before it could avoid, the Elf's leader got hits, for her feet was trapped on the ground.

She's unbelievable. She's still alive after being crushed by the trees. What is she made of? The Dryad's leader got more wounds and the blood came out from the back of her.

They are both wise, but the part of their cell are fools.

On the other mark, Deity versus Harpy. The goddesses of the heaven and the living creature of the sky. Intense and interesting fight.

They both fly, clapping their wings, trading each other wind attacks. They are the formulator of winds, yet they fought each other. Fate is too wise to scatter each race and to split them up to make the leader who has the same power clash.

Who is accurate enough to control the concealing wind? Who can see through the invisible air?

The Harpy's leader controlling the gloomy sky to hide from the sharp wind attack of Deity. She avoided it and now is her turn, she formed an air spike made of clouds and throw it to Deity. 

The Deities' leader is intelligent, but her eyes are naive. She was hit by one and she's wounded. She managed to avoid the others, but she doesn't know that the three of her comrades fell down because they are the ones who catch it.

But then, the Harpy's leader is somehow stupid, for she didn't notice that the Deities leader used the wind to make her fall to the ground.

Both are accurate and have sharp eyes, yet careless.

The mortal enemies. The Warlock and Werewolf. The dreadful and the deadly ones are fighting. 

They are both the Sentinel of the earth, but after this fight, who will be the reigning guardian of the earth?

They are both strong and have a higher capacity of stamina. They don't easily get tired. Indeed, they are the creator of earthquakes. The moment they have started, the ground is shaking, the reason is the both of their strength synchronized.

The werewolves' leader evolved himself as the wolf, meanwhile, the warlock is creating a golem made of rock, wanting himself to be defended by the golem.

Werewolves' leader is indeed fast and has the eyes of eagles. It can see where the golem will attack. Looking for the hole to crawl, he created two wolves, using the ground to distract the golem.

The golem is distracted, the warlock felt uneasy, what more he can do than relying upon pawn? I bet the warlock's leader isn't even strong without its magic.

But then, the color of warlock was unveiled. It has the eyes of the earth who can see the accuracy of the attack of the wolves' leader, but the Werewolves' leader surpassed his sight.

After attacking in the stomach of Warlock which successfully evaded by Warlock, he used his claw to create a wound at the neck of the Warlock.

Slowly, the Werewolves' leader crawling slowly to the warlock, while the warlock is stepping back.

Werewolves' leader is about to cut his neck, unfortunately, he forgot about the golem and the golem punched the wolves and that made the wolves' failed to slice the head of Warlocks' leader.

The earth could clearly conclude how completely dependent the two of them are. Without power, both of them will rely on their comrades. Dependent Dependent Dependent creatures.

On the other fight, the Fairy and Wizard. The holder of the power of the moon. They are the offspring of the moonlight. The caster of magic.

Both of them are the privileges of magic, but one's power must be diffused. Who will be that race? Is it the little but invulnerable Fairy? Or is it the undefeated Wizard?

The wizard started to cast a spell to use it against the fairy, on the other hand, the fairy began to develop such arcane magic.

Long after the wizard completely used the magic, the fire, and water mixed itself and became a thick that even the ground melted, yet the fairy created a shield.

Indeed, the magic of the wizard is dangerous and deadly, but one thing that the fairy is certain; she is the only one who can beat and match the magic.

The fairy, then, began to use its magic. She released such loud and shocking thunder to the place of the Wizards' leader.

Who would have thought that in many years, the Wizards' leader finally has a bruise in his body? For a long time. Whoever fought Wizards' leader didn't even strike a single hit.

No one is worthy to fight with Wizards' leader until now. The wizard is laughing as if his mind was being affected because of the lightning.

Many of his comrades reacted, but they got it wrong. He didn't laugh because of it. He laughed because he realized that the fairy was challenging.

They have continued. The fairy didn't even have a single bruise, she is too cautious whatever may hit her, but then the Wizards' leader, finally found an opening on how to beat her.

She can't be hit by magic when being struck. She is invulnerable and to weaken it, he needs to at least make her lose its guard, but how?

He used teleportation while the fairy is defending herself, he then cast the fire behind him and that's how the fairy got wounded.

In order to strike at her, you must attack side to side. The warlock is a genius, but both of them is a dirty player. They have tricks. They are the Liar, Traitor, and Gross caster.

All are fighting, including the leader of every race. The ground is shaking, the clouds were moving, and the forest was collapsing. What more will be affected?

What made them become like this?

A man was laughing in the concealing shadow with a wine of his glass. He was flattering while looking at them. “So fascinating,” he expressed to himself.

He should be the one who shall be defeated, but why is his hand didn't even shed not a single blood?

He is cackling. Furthermore, he is no stronger than everyone, but he is just too intellectual, everyone was being played by him. Everyone believes in his sugarcoated lies.

He fooled everyone to control them using his hand. The story he made, the plot and every trap, everyone fell from it. He was planning to claim the world as his privilege.

Will he successfully do it? The war started and will end soon with the blood and head of every leader.

But how will war be ended? No one knows.

In the midst of the battle, the Deities' leader stood up, as if she was praying, everyone stopped after that and wait for what she's going to say. 

“Why don't we settle then now than fighting each other forever?” She softly requested.

Rumors starting. 

“We should stop killing each other, instead let's separate. One race isn't able to go to other races' kingdom or else, he or she will be killed,” she advised.

“And also those people who will abandon their races will be cursed by mine even if I am living or dying. There will be no exception,” she volunteered.

Every leader signed the contract of Deity that she will be the one who will curse those people who turned their back from their races.

Everyone is saying something, but one thing that is certain; is that all of them agreed with what she said, except for one.

He was grinning his teeth as if he heard destructive news. If only he can stand out, but he can't. Miles away from the war is even dangerous.

“I'm pretty certain, there is one person who is the reason behind all of this war,” she added.

Every leader stood upon with her. 

“Whoever you are, I will curse you to nature and sky,” the deity's anger is scary and intimidating.

He must be better away from her, or else he will be sent somewhere else. While the other leaders are advocating, one is too obvious for his silence.

The Werewolves' leader approaches him. They are on the good term.

“Why are you quiet? Is there something wrong?” He sincerely asked.

Concerned about what it may be. The Werewolves' leader can't deny that warlock is too strong, as if their existence is made of rocks caused them to stay put and unmovable.

“Nothing. I am just tired, bud,” he smiled at him.

The Werewolves reciprocate those smiles and walked out, but he doesn't know anything.

He didn't know why the warlocks' leader's mouth zipped in. Unable to speak anything. Unable to spit saliva of a word.

Why, though? Everyone noticed it, but everyone let it slips away. A man from afar is angry, yet he felt rejoiced the moment he figured out the loyalty of that main.

Certainly, the Warlocks' leader silence, the reason of it is he's a pawn to the man who brings the war on everything.

The man spits something before he stood up. “Someday, I'll reclaim this land from all of you,”

The moment he said that is the moment he hid his identity.

Is the war finally end? Or there will be the next round for it? What will it be? How will it happen? Is he still the reason behind all of it?

Who is that man, and what is he capable of that made the powerful warlock became a pawn of him? A puppet of the weakling man?

Is he really powerless and weak? But why did he manage to control the existence of Warlocks' leader.?

If the war begins again, since when the declaration of war will end?