Dystopian EX

An enormous explosion went off with an intense wave of fire that echoed throughout the old time worn cathedral. The walls shone with light from the intense fire but then settled as the sound of a massive blast faded through the echoing halls. As everything quieted down as if thunder had stuck the room itself to the quietness of being in a vacant cave, the battle seemed to be over.

The air was thick, ashes of ember filled the grey cloud of smoke that emulated throughout the cathedral halls and highlighting the outline of what seemed to be a dragon… The scary portrait of its presence could be seen hauntingly through the cover of damaged building particles floating in the air as the smoke settled across the room. Debris, rocks, and rubble from the explosion covered the marble floor of the cathedral. This was most likely caused by the dragon’s fire breathing but also suggested other acts of violence were recently brought forth and expelled through the great chambers.

Bones of fallen humans covered the blood stained marble floors adding gravely textures to the red colors on the floor, signifying and telling a story of remorse and tragedy. The halls contained massive pillars that supported the heavy marble roofing frame of the great cathedral. It seemed that most of the structural integrity still stood strong even after countless battles with the souls that now permanently lived as bones under the covering of the sanctuary. Some of the pillars, walls, pews, and shelves were badly charred from familiar encounters of fire and brutality over centuries of conflict. Almost everything seemed to be somewhat damaged from acts of pure savagery. Spears, swords, bows and arrows littered the walls and floors next to the bones each telling their own story. Some seemed to be used as crutches or perhaps a man’s last religion to the end of a warrior’s final moments. Some of the bones had their weapons hoisted to attack in the very end. Some of the warriors had their weapon on their side sheathed suggesting the encounter with pure terror, or the ambush of a quick assassination. Some knights had no weapon or shield with them at all suggesting a last ditch effort to escape a hopeless demise into the darkness. Finally some of the brave heroes had their sword, dagger or knife thrusted into where would be their chest suggesting they took their own life. If only they knew suicide began for everyone once they walked into such an evil domain. Many died in this gruesome building and the bones and halls became well occupied and satisfied.

The cathedral was no longer what it used to be ages ago, instead of a sign of hope and holiness it had turned into a den of hopelessness, despair and pain. It was a battlefield which always turned into a kitchen for the mighty beast that swelled inside and then the aesthetics transformed into a graveyard once again for the humans. The cycles repeated for thousands of years as the world was left in dystopian ruins from the terrorizing of the dragon’s wrath. The world was once at peace many many years ago, but then this dragon and other brethren attacked the world’s greatest kingdoms in a massive wave, sending the world and civilization into a drunken chaos.

Tainted fluorescent stained glass was spread in sharp colorful pieces across the ground once resembling the depiction of religious ceremonies. Some of the pieces of shattered glass once told this story of hope of salvation from an unlikely hero that would one day vanquish evil from the world. The story now remained in shambles spread across the floor like a colorful sand. Some of the artistic glass however, still remained intact reflecting grim but yet hopeful light in the massive cathedral. The windows shined the light through the dust and dirt as it all started to settle. Bookshelves in the cathedral held strong against some of the walls but were lit aflame like candle holders. The pages of the books were caught with burning embers engulfing the scriptures of ancient wisdom. Orange and white light pierced through the windows defining the outline of the dragon through the smoke, showing that there was possibly still a threat to be dealt with.

As the smoke cleared, the dragon’s menacingly distraught figure appeared in the darkness. It gave a dark and evil impression that was filled with insidious intentions rather than the idealistic image of such majesty and fantasy portrayed in children's stories. The beast seemed to be magnificent in size but still small enough to make an ancient cathedral it’s personal lair. The dragon’s coat was dark blue, rising tall as a windmill, but had scales like rocks on the side of its body like the most unforgiving tundra cliffs. The face of the dragon was huge staring down a front of it with an intense glare. It’s black eyes remained frozen below, peering set on the lifeless floor. The blue spread all over the dragon besides the deep wicked black eyes of the beast…

Until then a man is seen standing with a spear and a shield on his off hand standing at the dragon’s lower body with the spear thrusted into the dragon's chest. The whole room was frozen, dead silent after a massive explosion. Quietly the dragon’s eyes slowly rolled to the back of it’s head, it’s massive black and blue wings collapsed and as the man removed his spear from the beast the dragon collapsed. Then the color that dominated the room was red… the bloodiest of red pouring from the corpse of the dragon onto the cathedral floor as the ultimate atonement of it’s repulsive impulalitive sins.

As the man, wearing full plate armor, turned around from the corpse of the dragon, he noticed a shiny heart shaped locket lying on a box altar behind the dragon glowing with a crimson red tint.

As the man reached down to pick it up, the locket began glowing red reminding the exhausted warrior about the potential of traps and danger. He has known of many magical items before with all sorts of tricks and mischievous enchantments, so he wisely left the locket on the altar in case it is a trap. After all, not normally do dragons process quite normal items.

The man was exhausted, injured, sore, and battleworn from the most intense fight of his life. Being completely prepared for anything he began to sharpen his weapons, tend to his wounds, and have a quick bite to eat in the dragon’s bane cathedral now in the heavenly moonlight shining through the remaining windows into the area. A few hours pass since the dragon has been slain and the man, now hero of this world, prepares to grab the locket and leave the cathedral.

He reached down with his leather torn gloves to pick up the crimson amulet, touching it with a finger then slowly picking the body of the amulet in his hand. Suddenly a magical crimson circle appeared around him next to the altar. The dust and wind kicked up a storm in the room like a cyclone blowing dust and everyone around. The man stood there confident that he would not die but something else that is rare would happen. The next thing he knew he was somewhere else… somewhere completely different, just like he thought he had indeed been teleported somewhere else. Magic was very rare in the world he was from, but he had heard of it’s extreme capabilities.

The air, the smell.. The time of day was early morning instead of dusk… He saw tall buildings that touched the heavens all around him, covered in glass like nothing he has ever seen before. Trees, bushes, and weird objects that he has never seen before. The warrior then noticed that there were human corpses wearing strange clothing all over the place greeting him with the morning sun. Blood all over the ground in the street surrounding the bodies and everything just seemed quiet, deserted, lifeless and empty…He stood there completely still looking at everything that was within visual range before taking even a single step.

Suddenly a quiet voice such as a whisper spoke to him out of the crimson heart shaped locket that he held in his hand. It said, “Help the people of this land, in New York City”, ``find the key to open the locket to go home” this is your next meaning, this is your purpose”.

The locket stopped glowing and became what appeared to be a completely normal looking locket. Unaware of what the locket was talking about, he decided to try and look around the ravaged city for clues after taking a few steps toward a body lying in the street he suddenly heard an ominous noise… The Warrior turned around and saw something in the corner of his eye that was behind him. It seemed to be a dark figure of some sorts that moved quickly behind a tree.

With his eyes completely on alert and his heart beating the warrior took no time to react. He immediately changed and stood in a battle position pulling his pole arm off of his back pointed in the direction of the creature and his shield at his side. Ready to fight, he calmed his heart rate down but suddenly heard what sounded like a woman, yelling very loudly and very close to him