The clouds thundered above the dark blue sky, the moon hanging like a lamp from the ceiling, with only the suggestion of glowing stars in the deep night. The palace walls, often echoing soft laughter and constant arguments, now reflected no sounds. The pillars supporting it appeared old and weak, vines wrapped around, coiled like snakes. Air whistled through the palace as if it would collapse at any moment.
It began to rain, accompanied by the drums of thunder and the flashes of hot lightning spreading fingers through the sky, and wind started to scream against the trees and brush that surrounded the once pearly white pristine palace, now withering away. Leaves rustled, terrified by the crackling roars of thunder, and the staccato rhythm of the droplets of rain tried desperately to calm the world.
One becomes used to the loud noise after a while, dimming into the background of a mind, but a scream of rage echoes in the broken residence, pulling any non-existent audience out of their thoughts. Inside the center of the palace stands a large being, with old tired eyes, a white beard and shoulder length hair with a few slight curls; towering down three servant even as he slouches. The servants dressed in three different colored cloaks; one clad in green, one in purple, and one in blue, bow before him, avoiding the cracks in the marble floors as they kneel.
His words louder than the lightning bolts as he says, “It is time. This is our last option.”
A pause which seems louder than the haunting atmosphere around them. “You three must find them.”
“We can’t!” The green cloaked stands rapidly, ready to argue, “They are not ready! They haven’t been trained, they don’t know what they actually are, and-“
“Silence!” The man boomed, leaning down towards his disrespectful servant, “I have made my decision, if we must train, it shall be here.”
and then Add to home screen.