Aura gods

The warm light calls from the tunnel's end. Dusty skies and sandy ground, fill the auditorium, like the coliseum of ancient times. An arena sets the stage for one final battle. The crowd erupts in screams, cheers, and chants. Aaaaah-leeeeah-ra, ALEERA, ALEERA. Is this bloodshed worth it, as a final note to the end of war? She is carried by confident strides.

The winds shift, as the mighty breeze wails into the chamber. The centre of the arena breaks into a tornado, without moving, as though anchored by something. Metal clinks, as Aleera enters a defensive stance. Dust moves around encasing the tornado. Squinting, with arm raised. The winds begin to ease. A body falls from the tornado, limp upon the earth.

Drawing her golden embodied longsword dashing toward the body. Entering a jump roll with sword extended it rips through a cloaked combatant. Purple blood stains mark the ground. Half human-sized robotic warriors with bladed wings, like knives, fly from opened doors toward the limp body. An airborne Aleera cascades from one robotic fly to the next, tearing through machine, wires, and futuristic flesh.

Upon landing with the sword guarding her core, she rolls yet the ground quakes as tentacles of sand burst forth. Spasming like a lizard who drops his tail. Aleera in full sprint, begins the routine as a discus player, charging her longsword. Dancing with the blade of death. Light covers from hand across the blade, changing from intense yellow to orange then neon pink.

The audience yells and screams as those once cloaked combatants now visible. Hundreds of fighters frozen at the thought of losing their head. With a brief dash, the sword is propelled forward.

The sun begins to pull its pink and orange blanket when centre stage alights a cloud of orange from the blast charge of the longsword. Squarely pressed into the robotic bug shield. What was once invisible and non-existent is now clear for all to see the honeycomb blue structure failing. Flashes of blue light escape as the system disconnects. Shrapnel flies into the first seats. Aleera slides like a rock against a smooth surface to the limp body.

Her scream echoes into eternity. “Elaine! Get up!!” Tears soak her dirty face.

Rock grinding on metal from one of the chambers. Barely three feet open, the boulders supporting the door, break and fall upon the eager robotic combatants.

Lip quivering, Aleera presses her forehead against Elaine’s.

“Get up! They’re coming!”

Sullen, dark grey eyes meet with Aleera’s. “I’m sorry.”

Pushing against her sister’s fragile form. Aleera lifts Elaine by her waist, throwing her into the breeze of the oncoming robotic horde. Within seconds the body is encased in a whirl of white and blue. The cloud ball pushes through the wave of enemies, breaking with oppressive force. The robotic beings flinch and squirm abnormally as the gale-force wind overcharges their systems. Metal erupts from blown internal circuits. Faces melt, revealing a centralised robotic skeleton.

A weakened Elaine falls to the ground. Like death from the grave the robotic skeletons race at Aleera’s threatening stance.

Crouching with wrist guards crossed over. Two fingers reaching for the sky and thumb extended. Both hands replicating wings. Aleera extends her arms. Dust collects encircling her and crushing the nearby enemies propelling each skyward. A figment of Aleera stands within the dust storm, while her grime-stained, golden armour glows summoned angelic wings. Replicating a valkyrie, a high-pitched whistle calls forth an army of pegasi.

The beckoning horse-shaped white clouds charge the arena floor and robotic limbs and spines cover the arena stage. A pegasus is on guard over Elaine, as she clings to the strong leg, whispering inaudibly.

The angelic shape of Aleera forms a golden aura spilling across the arena and through the audience. Light so intense flares through the eyes blinding anyone left to judge the performance.

Through adjusting eyes, the battleground remains a mess of robotic pieces.

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Mayor Furystrom read from the final page found upon the dust-covered arena grounds on the day of demolition. Enough to stop the wrecking ball from destroying history. A golden tribute was created in the centre stage in memory of the ancient aura gods.