Standing Atop and Before the Departure of Our Continent.【FLASH FICTION】

Standing Atop and Before the Departure of Our Continent.

"Together, my sister and I sat at the crest of the Rolling Cliffs of Kjalsvyln. Inside my Arkrex Nightingale boots, I used my toes to disable the boost-jump features. It was taxing on the body, and used a considerable amount of Rust coursing through my veins. My sister, Aeliea, was born lucky. Her Golden Rust recharges itself much quicker than my Iron. She hardly ever disabled any one bit of her armor. We've a grave duty to uphold. The riots of Kjal have been growing by the day. The anger at the King is driving the mist away, and letting the thieves and beasts in. With all bad comes greatness, and with all greatness comes despair. We are such thieves and beasts, Aeliea and I. But not a worthless pickpocket or hungry wolf. We seek to fuel their fires. To let them all in. When Kjal breaks, Svyl will lay waste. But that castle in the mist will not stand. With forces worn thin and the strength of two beasts, we siblings will let it crumble. Then it is only a matter of time before the rest follow. A broken kingdom in hand, a neighbor relinquished, the center of our world will be cut in twain. In that hole the remaining powers will fall. Nobody with a head on their shoulders would resist these resources. And in the hole shall we bury them. I made a promise to our Father that I would rid this world of that which defiles it; It was only in his bloody dying breath that I realized that there is nothing which doesn't. His words are about see motion."

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