And it keeps coming.

It comes coming and coming in a way no one can predict.

A rampant breeze on the mountains, a drip in the caverns crafted by them.

A shell of white and gold casts its light in the fallen lands, streaks of gray shimmering in the crimson sky.

What a wonderful world.

~~~

The castle atop the storm seems different than usual. The force of the sandstorm cloaking it from view calms, but only by a minuscular amount. The steps it takes toward the castle are slow and dragged, the ones waiting for it at the highest point of the stairs are gazing at it equally terrified and amazed.

A whisper of a promise leaves its lips as it stops in front of them, their eyes, void of any color or emotion, blink. "⏁⊑⟒⊬'⍀⟒ ⊑⟒⍀⟒," it says after the promise, the others dipping their crown-like heads. "☍⟟⌰⌰ ⏁⊑⟒⋔ ⟟⎎ ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⟟⋏⏁⟒⍀⎎⟒⍀⟒." There is no response, its followers choosing not to respond.

"Ziègla," the chants ring out, its subjects crowding the staircase and chanting its name over and over. A chorus of three-fingered applauses follow the cheers, Ziègla stepping its feet inside its castle. Its followers stay outside, Ziègla going to its throne in the back of the golden castle, the spiral seat calling to it.

It sits on the floating layers of twists, varying reds and blues oozing up from the cracked floor in the form of fog. Faint chatter of its name still carry into the wind like a rumor, Ziègla itself keeping its clawed hand on the side of its seat. Its mouth moves, a bellowing sound escaping from the open passageway.

"I see trees of green," it sings, garnering attention from the crowd outside. "Red roses too, I see them bloom. For me and you. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue, and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself..." The creature leans closer as its disciples gather in front of him, their chanting nothing more than a murmur.

"What a wonderful world."

~~~

And it keeps coming.

It comes coming and coming in a way no one can predict.

A rampant breeze on the mountains, a drip in the caverns crafted by them.

A shell of white and gold casts its light in the fallen lands, streaks of gray shimmering in the crimson sky.

What a wonderful world.

And it keeps coming.

It comes coming and coming in a way no one can predict.

A rampant breeze on the mountains, a drip in the caverns crafted by them.

A shell of white and gold casts its light in the fallen lands, streaks of gray shimmering in the crimson sky.

What a wonderful world.

And it keeps coming.

It comes coming and coming in a way no one can predict.

A rampant breeze on the mountains, a drip in the caverns crafted by them.

A shell of white and gold casts its light in the fallen lands, streaks of gray shimmering in the crimson sky.

What a wonderful world.

Coming and coming.

Approaching.

Arrival.

Gone.

Say your final goodbyes, for it is too late.

It's here.

Ziègla is here.

~~~

A/N: Confused? I promise it'll all come soon enough.

I went on a bit of a publishing spree, but that's because I have all 22 chapters done; written and edited. I'm going to work on new chapters soon so I want to make sure I have all 22 chaps posted by the time I have the next chapter ready.

I hope you're enjoying so far! There's still plenty more story to come!