The night before

I don't really like this one myself, but it was written and this is a test version for people

The night before

 

Fenrir, PROC, Templars it shouldn’t have been. The war devastating the land for ever. I’m now sitting on my piece of land with next to me my loyal followers and my newly found friends and allies. Niamh the former dark god, was only misunderstood. He never wanted this to happen, not this… devastation of the land he created nor did he want this amount of death. The war claimed too much of everybody not even the skilled prophets could have seen this amount of lost lives mixed in with the broken landscape. Lava pouring out every corner, volcanoes just about to erupt from the quantity of TNT used … This war turned the purest creature to evil but enough about what the war has caused negatively. It has brought an understanding into this world, PROC no longer hell bend on destruction. Freed from the mind control of Desseus, who’s power was severely weakened after Niamh left PROC when he saw what the war was causing. Templar and Fenrir sitting together watching the war torn landscape talking about the night before, before the war. Flappy and SuperTeddybear sitting left of Artic talking about past events when all of the sudden, Xander appeared. Not knowing what to expect the Templars raised arms and Artic showed his fangs. Xander rapidly approaching. Faster and faster he ran towards them when suddenly he stopped and out of the blue, a tear appears. He never wanted this to happen, he never wanted to be controlled into doing such an evil. Templar’s taking pitty in his sorrow decided to take him in and relief his pain as much as they could. For it was no physical pain, no , it was worse the mental scarring left from Desseus’ mind control could render Xander unable to do anything. This person completely destroyed in the mind was only one of many. Although PROC claimed victory in the war, they lost almost everything just like everybody else. There are no winners here, everybody lost. Families wiped out, not even the children spared in the confusion of the fighting. When out of the blue the final god made his appearance. Slockna bringing restoration to the area. Restoring order and balance as it should have been. Yet the lives lost cannot be restored. Only memories live on of those lost in the war. All this sadness has led into one relief. War has now left the minds of people and hopefully engraved itself in their hearts and avoid further escalations like this. Peace is fragile and should be held high , higher than any other value.

 

The survivors of all factions looking at each other, remembering why it started it seemed silly, the war that had raged on for months made them blind to what was happening. Now all these factions have made their peace, many left Desseus’ side for his mind control was weakening after Niamh abandoned him, the war was over. Everything could be repaired but some wounds will never heal.