She killed my father. Killed him. Yes, he was being homophobic, but she killed him. And the thing that strangles me, is that I really don't care. My father... When I was young he 'abused' me. I say abused. He tortured me. Scars... None will show, but I am. I am scarred.

Kim and I hadn't met since the death of my father, and Xephos seemed to have disappeared. The word of Psyranelle's downfall travelled far and wide, so many armies didn't dare to exploit it. Every army, too scared. They were clever. They knew that if they tried to touch Psyranelle, Fluxia would destroy them. Though my father was dead, I was still due to marry Princess Zoeya. By my mother's force and judgment. That isn't all, there is one thing that stunned our peaceful city into silence. Something that people deny so much. But it's going to happen. Fluxia is going to declare war. Such an obvious statement, but it scares people. It's a war we can't win, but my father was stubborn enough to send death-letters to Fluxia. My father was proud, and he knew that this was a war we wouldn't win. But his honour betrayed him. He became madder by the day, hysterical, even. The silence devastated. The wind blew no more, the sun shone no more, the rivers flowed no more.

They were all consumed.

Fluxia had enough of the taunts that my dead father's letters gave them.

As taunts make people kill.

Everyone knew of the Magic Fluxia bore, no one dared to challenge the power that they possess. And science... Science ha no effect. Could do nothing. Our beautiful stone city...

Burnt.

They used their mages. Flung fire at my people. Screaming echoed though my head, woman, child, then man- then older child. Set aflame at the inferno we used to call home. I fled. Some would of called me a coward. An outcast. But I have a simpler reason. I can't bear to see the ashes of... The people, animals, plants. They all burnt. I knew what remained of my kingdom. Scorched stone. Scattered ashes. Embers of Hellfire. I knew all too well the devastations. The news ricocheted from city to town, from continent to province, to districts and villages. So one fear struck the once peaceful lands.

Never anger Fluxia.

I knew in my heart. I knew, that there were some survivors. Some survivors that would live and struggle on.

***

I am Geo. A survivor. The Fluxians burnt everything. And they just ignored us. The Red city- our 'allies' just stood there. Their princess is our princes fiancé! ... Was. Was my princes' fiancé.

It was around 50 people out of the 40000 who survived the fires. We are devastated. Refuging in our lost city is just bringing more pain. More suffering. If we continue to stay our ruined city we would die of nostalgia.

The 'Alliance'. The Red city did nothing. They stood and watched us die. The fires spread, deadly, but we had no water. Stone defends. Stone crumbles. They were on the hill. The hill above the city. They stared at the screaming with almost... Disgust. Still as a tree, they stood. Bannered, clad in scarlet armour, they only viewed our burning city. No effort to come and put out the burning fires. It infuriates me. Why do they just watch us scream, burn and die? They are just cowards, outcasts of society.

I hear a rumbling, and everyone draws their swords, ready for what would come.

It was them.

The Fluxians.

They had come to kill the rest of us.

***

As I looked down on the city, I felt a strange sensation. A chill, that made my bones shudder and my skin crawl. The city was eerily silent. So, so silent. No exploration was needed. I knew of what happened. They were bombarded. My kingdom turned into a slaughter house, the Fluxians came in and killed all my remaining people. And... I was the only one left of Psyranelle.

That's when I noticed.

Where a patch of grass would be, a hole was. A black hole leading into the abyss.

I noticed another.

In the leaves of a nearby oak tree.

Xephos, who appeared totally out of the blue, whispered closely into my ear. Somewhat panic lacing his voice.

"The world is crumbling."Xephos breathed."The strings of different worlds are interlocking. Twisting. Fate changed and the world isn't going to accept it."

"What?"I question with fear in my eyes.

"In short- 'We're all going to die.'"