The Protest of 1911

curse 13

It was all pleasant day again for the Wexford folks and chaotic for the Waterfordians. These days were bright and beautiful Mr Griffiths was gaining popularity again after the parallel celebration which was indeed a success for the future of its people. Such happy days passed by and on one morning Rowena woke up in distress with sweat all over her face felt like something’s chocking her. She got up and looked out through window but it was still dark so she fell asleep thinking it’s still night. It was quite dark outside with morning fog all over the highlands. After few hours she woke up again and fresh this time but it was still dark outside to her amazement. It wasn’t ordinary for morning to be that dark. So, she trailed into the inner town and saw everything was normal with folks. They were trading as usual with their routine as any other day. She went and talked to few people around and learnt that they too were surprised by sudden event but had to start their day.

“Good morning dear” greeted Sabrina with a smile.

“Morning Mrs Griffiths” replied Rowena.

“Do you know where is Mr Griffiths and what does he know about this mysterious morning?” asked Rowena.

“He was shocked not to see sunrise and went into the farms as farmers were troubled by animals, they were going out of control for same reason” explained Sabrina.

“Oh, I see! I shall see you soon” replied Rowena hurridly.

She explored every bit of town and eyed on every small activity that seemed weird. Analysed the waterflow of lake Adana, went to Oak fields to watch the birds, they were doing alright, finally she reached the farm. She saw that all animals were got back in control by now.

“What a pleasant surprise! what brings you here?” asked Mr Griffiths.

“Yeah I know it’s been nearly ages since I stepped this side of farmland but this inductive odd event brought me here to evaluate the overall situation of town” replied Rowena.

“Yes this strange odd atmosphere made these animals anxious and folks are distressed too” said Mr Griffiths.

“Hope sun rises soon otherwise we could be in grave danger” uttered Rowena with stiff voice.

“We shall not let that happen. I’ve sent few more fighters on Neghov gate and secured it” assured Mr Griffiths.

“Very well then! off I go, have something to do” replied Rowena.

She knew it’s not that simple to keep the danger away, so she directly heads back to her highland. She immediately draws her altar out put her ceremonial objects like dagger, crystals, juniper wood pentacle with mistletoe binding on it. Falls in deep intuitive state to connect to her source of divinity. As she was sitting cross legged, she started to levitate almost 20 inches above ground. A warm dust air encircling her creating a ring. But her circle broke off when Ivan, Henry and Lenin entered her house suddenly.

“What’s wrong with y’all?” questioned Rowena abruptly.

“We’re about to hit a big time.” replied Ivan.

“We were on a trip to Waterford in butcher’s cart as he went to get his meat and fishes we noticed several ships were arriving to Waterford with loads of guards and their inhabitants” explained Henry.

“I suppose they’re preparing for a war with that many guards and its people to settle in Wexford after our defeat” said Lenin.

“I assure you Mr Luxeria no one shall be harmed and Wexford is safe from them” replied Rowena.

“Mr Griffiths have secured the Neghov gate which is more vulnerable but you guys take some fighters with you for the Gehov gate and keep an eye” said Rowena.

“Absolutely, We shall get fighters and line up near Gehov gate” replied Lenin.

They went to the town to get the fighters to secure Gehov gate as much of Viktyrsgard force and inhabitants arrived in Waterford. This mass migration would create huge impact on Wexford. They were back with few of fighters and immediately Ivan, Henry and Lenin took them to the Gehov gate. Roughly few fighters hid below sand and few fighters quite yards back near swarms.

In Waterford another few hordes of ships arrived. They knew who they are welcoming in. Yes it was Olafur after a decade into the land. People of Waterford was delighted and they hailed Olafur with Viktyr style chants and claps.

“I’m obliged to be in your presence my beings. Grateful for this warm Viktyr style welcome and I shall stay forever yours and make Waterford new Viktyr home alone with our new to be neighbouring home (Wexford)” said Olafur.

He reached for a pouch which was tucked in his belt and removed a powder and blew it up into its people. Creating a dark blue hue of smoke which reached up high into the sky forming an entrance to sunlight into Waterford. A wave of ecstasy expanded throughout Waterford. With his arrival gift to its people, he departed to conquer Wexford.

His ship sailed into the waters of Wexford and could be seen by the fighters and Ivan, Henry and Lenin who were concealed into swarms above. Ultimately the moment came when he stepped his first foot into the sand. The storm befell into the highlands and all of the fighters and nearby people were stunned. Even Olafur was baffled but anyway he footed in and continued his walk. The fighters in sand jumped in front of him and headed straight with their dagger.

They couldn’t even touch him but burst into pieces. The trio was gobsmacked, they haven’t noticed this inhumane supernatural strength before. He was 10 times stronger now. Suddenly the sun emerged in midst but it wasn’t ordinary sun it was indeed the black sun. The black sun was shining all across the Wexford. By now Rowena was alerted, her eyes widened and she was living now the moment that she witnessed astronomically.

As she saw was now happening in real, lake and rivers were drying, birds were falling on ground dead, whoever people came in contact with black sunlight were plagued and blinded on the spot. The cries could be heard all across the town of Wexford this time. The town fell in complete chaotic interval.