2553 years ago.

Samuel knew the world was ending and he was terrified.

The sun had not moved for the past two weeks, it had stopped on the third hour of dawn from the east, and with its all-mighty halted. Half of the sun was covered by a purple disk big as the sun, both of them gave the world a strange; the sunlight was dimmed, oozing with the embers of purple and orange at the same time. It looked more like dusk, the darkness was a hallucination, impaired field of vision. It was there at the same time it was not there.

Samuel sat on the top of the rock, ragged and tired. His coat was shredded into pieces, his left sleeve was missing; his face was stained with blood and dust, his hair was messy with leaves and sticks nestling in it. His face was impressive once, now it was a face of a man who had seen too much, and had done too much with little in-between.

Captain Samuel Milkwater led a charge of hundred and seventeen men last month, now he was a sole survivor. The Sunweavers were always dangerous. Four of his men were burnt to ashes in front of his eyes. Villages and towns were leveled to the ground, consumed by fire with everyone still trapped inside. Those men were showing mercy as little as possible.

Samuel looked around and see the world disoriented, burned, disassembled, and shattered. The war has been declared between Sunweavers and Sisters two years ago, however, the world was much stranger and broken beyond repair. In only two years, the children of Skygods have changed the geographic structure of the world. After the war, whatever will remain of the world, the maps will have to be drawn again.

We all are broken as the world, fighting the war we barely understood, Samuel thought in sorrow.

Two years ago, Ithamer the Fyrelord ordered the death of seven Sisters, and a week later, a group of Sunweavers put to torch the fields of crops of Sisters' land and took as much Moonstone as they can manage. Sisters declared war. The world became divided in two: those who follow the Path of the Moon and those who seek the Illumination of the Sun.

Samuel has been following the Path for more than twenty years, praying to the moon and endless unnamed stars. He sought guidance from Sisters and did right for his family. For once in his lifetime, Samuel questioned his faith and questioned the Sisters. He knew Sunweavers were ruthless creatures and the Fyrelord himself have lost his mind as all men who touch the power of the sun do in the end. However, madness or not, no man can ever start a war without a motive.

Something was very wrong, Samuel thought and it hurt him he didn't know why.

He looked up at the strange glowing sun and shivered. Oh, stars! What have they done wrong?

Samuel came on this hill for solitude, to gaze one more time to the sky. Stars! He came on his hill running without looking back. Tears filled his eyes, his heart bled; he grieved for the world he used to know. He prayed the world to come will be shown mercy.

Behind him, the nation of Evergreen was burning. The Fyrelord and his Sunweavers have lit everything that can catch fire. The nation has been burning ever since the sun stopped moving.

He can felt its warmth on his back, the roar of flames filled his eyes, and the smell of burning flesh was almost suffocating.

Samuel ran his longsword to the ground and wait for the world to end.

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