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Dameon
Star
- Joined
- Jul 7, 2010
- Location
- Quebec, Canada
The massive war that took place between the citizens of Radiant Gardens, and the forces of darkness that filled the massive scar outside of the city. Shattered bits of wall, earth and machinery still littered the landscape and while the soldiers involved had mostly dissolved back into shadows, the event itself was something that would never feel entirely removed from the scene, not as long as the massive scars of war and time remained on the Garden's once beautiful terrain. He almost didn't recognize it when he first saw it. The difference hung in the air, and when he first arrived even the town itself looked haggard. Not just aged, or economically weak, but battered and beaten. The streets looked pale, the sky looked like it was running out of breath, and even the sun seemed like it was hiding. The air tasted dry as he stood atop the broken wall in the midst of repair, the sound of heavy machinery knocking down and putting up walls and rebar. His hands felt a bit tense, like muscle memory was telling him about the fights that had gone on here long ago were of great importance.
Zack let a deep breath free and turned away from the scene, dropping from the 15 foot high wall with grace that belayed his size and equipment. The broadsword on his back made an audible clank as he hit the ground and he turned to walk past the construction workers that seemed to be lost in their work. Despite the fact they were simply smashing the weak structures and replacing them with nearly identical old ones (Although cleaner and in some cases, a bit more cheerful in their atheistic design) they seemed very content, like they knew what they were doing was important. The town itself seemed to be in high spirits despite what had obviously transpired just a few dozen yards away.
Children played in the streets, merchants sold their goods with happy faces, and families even seemed comfortable leaving their doors wide open while talking with neighbors. He could even smell the baked goods cooling on window sills. He never quite remembered things being -this- cheerful when he was here last, but that was years ago, and even back then things had started to feel on edge. Now, now t was like things had bounced back from a great depression and everyone was riding that high. The streets were being cleaned by magical brooms, the tunnels were always lit and spotless, dogs chased anthropomorphic ducklings about playfully. It was like living in a children's book.
As he kept walking the houses seemed to sparse out, the walls continued but the homes became replaced by soiled areas where trees were planted, decorative statues erected. Zack remembered the area housing a lot more of a population than he had seen where he had just been, but it became apparent as to why this area seemed much more sparse now, and why it had been repaired before the rest of the town even with no one living here.
A massive graveyard sprawled out before him. Not rows upon rows of tombstones, in fact, it was more of a memorial, with a few large statues with bases covered in plaques. Rows upon rows of names, sometimes just family ones, listed. Over the years it seemed like more than a few had been lost to the enemies that seemed to populate the outskirts and torn plains of the city. At the back of the open court yard sat a humble Church, obviously old, but repaired and maintained with obvious care. It was the only thing in this part of town that looked familiar to him, and his stride stayed the same pace, but moved towards it with purpose. As he reached the great massive doors, he placed his hand to it, and pushed it open with surprising ease. The last time he had used these doors they had seemed rusted, and tired to move, but now it was like they were brand new.
As he stepped inside, the smell of flowers rushed his senses and his eyes quickly adjusted to the soft, natural light streaming in through the tinted church windows. He took a deep breath of scented air and called out, almost expectantly.
"Hello?"
Zack let a deep breath free and turned away from the scene, dropping from the 15 foot high wall with grace that belayed his size and equipment. The broadsword on his back made an audible clank as he hit the ground and he turned to walk past the construction workers that seemed to be lost in their work. Despite the fact they were simply smashing the weak structures and replacing them with nearly identical old ones (Although cleaner and in some cases, a bit more cheerful in their atheistic design) they seemed very content, like they knew what they were doing was important. The town itself seemed to be in high spirits despite what had obviously transpired just a few dozen yards away.
Children played in the streets, merchants sold their goods with happy faces, and families even seemed comfortable leaving their doors wide open while talking with neighbors. He could even smell the baked goods cooling on window sills. He never quite remembered things being -this- cheerful when he was here last, but that was years ago, and even back then things had started to feel on edge. Now, now t was like things had bounced back from a great depression and everyone was riding that high. The streets were being cleaned by magical brooms, the tunnels were always lit and spotless, dogs chased anthropomorphic ducklings about playfully. It was like living in a children's book.
As he kept walking the houses seemed to sparse out, the walls continued but the homes became replaced by soiled areas where trees were planted, decorative statues erected. Zack remembered the area housing a lot more of a population than he had seen where he had just been, but it became apparent as to why this area seemed much more sparse now, and why it had been repaired before the rest of the town even with no one living here.
A massive graveyard sprawled out before him. Not rows upon rows of tombstones, in fact, it was more of a memorial, with a few large statues with bases covered in plaques. Rows upon rows of names, sometimes just family ones, listed. Over the years it seemed like more than a few had been lost to the enemies that seemed to populate the outskirts and torn plains of the city. At the back of the open court yard sat a humble Church, obviously old, but repaired and maintained with obvious care. It was the only thing in this part of town that looked familiar to him, and his stride stayed the same pace, but moved towards it with purpose. As he reached the great massive doors, he placed his hand to it, and pushed it open with surprising ease. The last time he had used these doors they had seemed rusted, and tired to move, but now it was like they were brand new.
As he stepped inside, the smell of flowers rushed his senses and his eyes quickly adjusted to the soft, natural light streaming in through the tinted church windows. He took a deep breath of scented air and called out, almost expectantly.
"Hello?"
