KNIGHTS OF LAZARD(Rise with dark hour)

Tension leads to depression

After the unexpected tragic that occurred at one of the camps of the lost landers, the knights Organization fell in great stunned.

 How could it be possible that a crime can reborn inside the age of Apocalypse?

How could a man kill above 50 peoples without a single sense of what he is doing?

Wasn’t it possible for him to feel rage in this action?

 How could someone have such huge guts to kill such a large amount of people?

On top of it, one main question ate their heads was how can a human be so courageous to perform killing and that also during the dark hours?

 Can humans really have this much strength to their abilities? Thinking of this made all fell in confusion. While the people of the Organization were stunned by the incident, the main leader of the knights, at present named Farris remained his men about a page of history.

 The first try of killing that occurred first time in the human’s history was between two brothers just for self-desire. Taking that example, it could be seen how strong enthusiasm a human can have just for his own will!

For himself he can go beyond his self being without a single care of the situation around himself. This was something science cannot explain well. There, may be sociology theories for such actions of human beings but, going deeper into their interest, no one can really explain why a man get caught in it when he has two to three options of rightness before committing such violence act on others.

Back there in the lost landers camp, Knights came to action. With the help of their fellow friend Knights of Earth, Julin and Allison began to take responsibility on them, since City Selan was the only city built complete on the land, it had the section polices department on the side where Khan was handed over to them. It was declared for him lifetime prisoning in the Selan city prison.

About the lost landers, it won’t be easy to shift the entire camp people into their city cause as the fact goes shifting is a punishment and Knight of Lazard didn’t wish to give more punishment to the people after what horrible incident had happened inside. Many men lost their family, their children and some lost everything.

The scene here was related to the game known before the Red Explosion called ‘Cut the Throat competition’ where one has to hunt on others just like the title of the game goes. The same represents here, there were zero reports of injuries and fifty deaths all victim of the same game.      

The same represented here: there were zero reports of injuries and fifty dead all victims of the same game.

For their benefits, the knights helped the people by burying the victims, providing a proper bury with cleaning the wounds, bandaging, washing up the bodies, wrapping it with white clothes and then burying under the soil.

This was a horrible part for each human in this era. For the first time, after the apocalypse a grave yard was built. Not just for normal dead people but for those who were murdered under the hands of their own spices.  

Tears of sorrows, screams of agony and moans of deep pain were heard from every corner of the camp.

No one could stand this silence.

No one could bare this horrible dark hour.  Yet, tears and cries were the only way to free themselves from the chain of horror.

Every human in this zone knew about the time in history of mankind when that horrible object appeared over the continent of Asia and washed out the entire humanity above the surface. Those were all washed, gone in a blink of an eye. No one knew how their end was and how they suffered. It had all cleared the surface.

Thinking of it did make all feel pain in their hearts, revising how much population was there and how in a blink of a second all vanished but, the most painful thing here was, at present, even after that dark hour still these lost landers had to face the worst cases during their harsh time, when there was no proper food to eat or water to drink on time, still under the mantle of dark time, killing, murdering followed from behind. This scenario didn’t even spare poor people’s life. They couldn’t bare this. They had enough of the sufferings and wanted support.

Right after the funeral, Khalid the leader of the camp, dropped on his knees before the knight Julin begging with all sorrow, “Please help us! Please help us! We had enough of this. We can’t take it on! We lost a lot and can’t handle it more! Help us! Please help us with something. Anything to keep us alive and live on or something to die with! PLEASE!” he begged the youth yelling out, tearing his throat as his head hung like a hopeless human regarding to live his life on.

Upon viewing this, Julin was dumb founded by the pressure how much a human has to bare but then he realized the fact saying, “Human has limits” he sat down near him, resting his palm upon the fallen one’ shoulder and spoke in soft voice, “It’s alright. We will help. Just…” he sighed continuing, “just try to release as much pressure you can. It’s enough to be patience. Enough pain you have hidden inside…..time to rest from that agony.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Khalid burst in tears, taking the hold of the knight’s arm and began to roar as loud in scream of regard, shriving in pain, and regard of all what had happened with him just in a day.

“When someone has a support for his tears, he burst out everything within himself in a pleasure of oneness that he isn’t in tears of pain alone on his own……”