A/N: Listen while you read.

'CRACKABOOM!!!!!!'

A desperate battle between the forces of good and evil. The noise from the screams and clanging off weapons are nearly drowned out by the tumultuous roars and crashes of thunder. The air is dry and tense, power and electricity tingling the atmosphere. 

The two sides fight savagely, fists flying, weapons slicing through the air with ominous hums. A large futuristic airship hovers in the sky, somehow seeming to be unaffected by the storm. 

On the ship are two figures, fighting desperately to get to a lever.

One of the figures wins, kneeing the other in the gut and elbowing them in the face sharply. They run forwards, yanking the lever.

A blast of light comes from a cannon on the airship.

Seconds later, the building it had been trained upon was leveled to the ground, a smoky ruin. The other figure runs to the rail of the ship, looking hopelessly at the building. Lightning forks across the sky, illuminating the charred ruins briefly before plunging everyone into the dimness once again.

A single word is uttered by the figure, a single broken word that conveys the fracturing of their spirit and hope.

"No..."

A black cloaked woman descends from the stormy sky on a futuristic looking hexagon. Wind whips through her hair savagely, and bolts of lightning illuminate the scene sporadically. In her hand is a remote, small and unassuming, with a large red button in the center.

A sudden gust of wind billows out her cape, revealing a skin tight, sleek, black suit with neon blue and pink stripes streamlining the sides. 

The woman laughs, but it comes out as an eerie grating sound through the gas mask-like covering on her face. Her neon glasses shed a faint light on her pale skin.

The figure who had been watching the smoky remnants of the building turned, splitting suddenly into two.

The woman smirks at the two figures, but it goes unseen under her mask.

The two figures' eyes widen, they step forwards and scream hoarsely. 

"NO!!!"

The woman's thumb hovers over the button.

The fighting below the airship and hexagonal hover board ceases.

The world seems to draw its breath.

The finger comes crashing down on the button.

The two figures look at their fingers, which are slowly crumbling to dust.

Half of the people fighting below the ship collapse as they slowly disintegrate. 

The two figures merge once more, looking helplessly at the turmoil and confusion. Fear, doubt, and worry flicker across their features, but eventually the emotions cease, replaced by a hard-set grim determination.

They had decided.

The figure claps, and a bright light consumes the setting, blinding and dazzling, purging the scene.

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BOOK THREE OF THE FIRST REALMS ARC

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"There was nothing I could do."

Ⱨ

"It's all up to them now..."

Ɇ

"...They're dead...all of them..."

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"We need to take back what is ours!!!"

Ⱡ

"GO!!! THEY'RE COMING!!!"

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"This world is broken..."

₮

"We need to stop the tyranny!!!"

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"...What do you mean, they took him?"

Ⱨ

"The people are broken..."

Ɇ

"We can't turn a blind eye to this any more!!!"

Ɽ

"M-mom? Dad? Please wake up..."

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"We are only trying to survive..."

 ₲

"It's up to us to fix it."

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"Can we even do this?"

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"We have to."

Ɇ

"The world depends on us."

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