Rhapsody of the Soul
Flames were scorching the sky. A loud, ear-splitting sound pierced through the heavens as if the sky was breaking into two as the earth rumbled and stirred.
Dozens of bolts of white lightning smashed violently against the buildings of the city, razing rows of homes and obliterating all the people in the line of fire. All of the attacks were heading towards the lavish castle that peered over the rest of the city.
Deathly, pitiful screams were ringing throughout; some of the cries in anguish and others in utter confusion.
Absolute chaos. Those were the only words capable of explaining the current situation.
“Fight Back! Do not fear! If we die tonight, we die valiantly!” A white-haired man of large stature appeared in front of the castle. His crimson eyes blazed with passion and ferocity. He was clad in jade-red armor that covered his whole being. He unsheathed a long, curved, single sided blade and raised it into the sky. The sword’s blade was a jade white and its hilt was a similarly scintillating white that was embroidered with golden birds. The blade’s splendor radiated and shone across the battlefield.
Thousands of soldiers were shouting behind him, all fashioned with similar blades.
Suddenly, tens of thousands of enemy soldiers descended from the sky. They were of all sorts of races; humans appeared to make up the minority. The sheer number of forces caused the enemy’s army to resemble locusts descending upon a large harvest.
The two forces met in the middle of the air and began to strike at each other with all of their might.
Fierce sword slashes met elemental blasts of all types of elements, causing damage to every building in the area. Dozens of soldiers on either side fell with every passing second.
Though the red-armored forces gallantly attacked the enemy, it was indeed like a harvest for the enemy. It was a harvest of blood.
“Do not retreat! Stay your ground! The ene--kuh!” As he spoke, the large, white-haired man was viciously stabbed through from several different directions with large staves.
“Damn you!” The white-haired man savagely struggled to release himself, but only opened more wounds.
“Morteza! This is where you die!” A cold, murderous gaze fell upon the white-haired man. A man with purple eyes and purple armor gently stepped onto the ground where the white-haired man lay.
The purple-eyed man raised his long staff and intensely smashed it down towards Morteza. Morteza retaliated by swinging his blade frenziedly at the purple-eyed man.
Suddenly, Morteza channeled his core energy and exploded out with a fiery strike. His blade was engulfed in bright white flames and seared across the sky. Morteza’s blade smoothly sliced through the purple-eyed man’s staff and directly slashed through the purple-eyed man’s head.
“Curse you Morteza!” The purple-eyed man screamed in agony as his body was engulfed in the white flame.
At this moment, five other enemies surrounded Morteza. Enormous blasts of different energies were sent out at Morteza. Though Morteza accepted his death, it did not come. He slowly opened his eyes to see the back of another man covered in jade-red armor.
“Commander! Please flee while we make time for you!” The young man turned his head around, showing his desperate expression.
A small squadron of fourteen men were currently surrounding the white-haired man, fending off the foes that were incessantly smashing down towards Morteza.
Two other men quickly moved to the side of Morteza and removed the staves that impaled him and lifted him up on their shoulders.
“Quick! Take me to the castle!” The white-haired man splurted out a large mouthful of blood.
The two next to him nodded and moved hastily towards the castle. They were extremely fast, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The purple-eyed man raged on while watching the white-haired man escape.
The three armored men abruptly burst through the castle doors. The two soldiers slowly laid down the white-haired man on the floor.
A slender, gorgeous, red-haired woman appeared as soon as the three armored men entered the hall.
“A...Anshi...you’re safe…” Morteza coughed out blood violently
“Morteza, what’s going on? Wh--”
“Is it a boy or a girl?”
“I do not have time. Is it a boy, or is it a girl?”
“Just tell me.” Morteza gazed solemnly at Anshi while grasping her arm.
“It’s a boy.” Anshi stared back, tears welling up in her eyes.
“...I see.” Morteza loosened his grip and once again lay on the floor. He then held his hand out and waited in silence.
The blade that Morteza was wielding on the battlefield swiftly struck through the castle wall and landed where his hand was. It then disappeared.
“Listen closely. His name will be Saif. Take my necklace. Ensure that it becomes Saif’s. Escape from the castle with him...Devon should be waiting for you.” Morteza feebly removed his necklace and placed it on the palm of Anshi’s hand.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Anshi stood up and ran towards her chamber. Tears dropped rapidly as she fled the scene.
“Matriarch, it is essential that I allow you to escape. Please, you must follow me into the secret tunnels of the castle.”
An average looking man of the height of approximately 1.6m appeared from the darkness of the corner of Anshi’s chamber. He had a scruffy brown beard and equally disheveled hair.
Anshi was currently on her bed, her expression filled with stupor. Behind her, an infant was wailing out of alarm and agitation. Though it was late at night, loud explosions were booming rapidly.
“Matriarch, I know you are in distress, but please. If not for anything else, at least for the sake of your newborn son.”
Anshi quickly shook her head and stood up.
Devon looked over at Anshi with resolute eyes.
“Promise me this. Leave me behind and do not wait for me. Take Saif and escape alone. Raise him as your own. Let him know of the glory of the Cheon Clan.” Anshi placed Morteza’s necklace in Devon’s hand, returning his gaze with one that was just as strong willed.
Devon tightly gripped his fists and his facial muscles moved subtly.
After Devon agreed, Anshi lifted up her son and cradled him. She whispered in his ear, kissed his forehead, and handed him over to Devon.
“Take him and leave quickly. The other clans will arrive soon.”
Devon held Saif and lifted a hatch that appeared on the ground. After he jumped into the hatch, the hatch shut and sealed itself again before disappearing from the floor.
“Search the rooms! Exterminate the Cheon Clan! Look for the Matriarch!”
Loud shouts boomed from inside the castle as blood curdling screams filled the air.
Anshi closed her eyes slowly and grasped the sword the was by her side. Though it did not radiate with as much presence as Morteza’s, it exuded a feeling of oppression. Its handle and sheath were jet black, and as she unsheathed the blade, a deathly aura wafted in the air of the room. The blade of the sword was equally dark and seemed to consume the light of the room.
Anshi slowly exhaled and set down her sword in front of her.
“I will meet you soon my love.”
Darkness enveloped the room, blocking out the light of the scarlet moon.