The Age of Fire and Brimstone

Written by F.D. Meister

Art done by (Unknown Artist)

Three hundred years has passed since the start of the Aragon world. Man was at the peak of supreme power an in such a time there was none that could best man out power and strength. The stature was perfect in every way. Their weapons and armor were undefeated. In this age, men were giants and walked as god upon Aragon.

Among this nation were beings that wielded the weapons of the gods. The first being to have wielded celestial weaponry and armor was a woman named, Bella. A very strong Aragonian. She wore armor of gold. They were like straps that passed along her breast, around her arms of might and power, and around her legs. She wielded the Light Excalibur, which was known to be the holy blade of the almighty Lord of Lords. She with her destruction tainted it with the blooded of many innocents, turning it dull and dark with glorious light at its handle turning back to just gold.

Bella loved war very much. Blood has been spilled, pain ever increased, fire gushed up from the depths of the battlefields, and the smell of death had filled the air all were she passed. Men had feared her for the next few millennia’s having called her reign “The Age of Fire and Brimstone”. Fire and darkness covered the skies and wherever she desired, hails of fire would reign down and destroy the people or city she wanted dead.

Warriors and Heroes tried to brave the times and challenge the Queen of War to the death. Armies upon armies would swarm her, but none were powerful enough to get even close to her before being consumed by her great unholy fire. The ashes would swarm around her with every swing she made. Not even the strongest of the strong could touch her.

After years and years of fighting, Man thought that she was to be their predator. That she was to be their ruler and trample over them like the dust she saw them as. With her power, she was able to raise and lower both the sun and the moon.

A few millennia’s have passed and the world was rebuild and designed according the Empress’s will…

A little girl name Arla was born in village that was burned away to ash by the fires of Queen Bella at the young age of nine. She was weak and was taken away by a tall Ethotian Nomad to a distant place in the desert and was trained in all the ways of battle, learning most stealth and how to get around her enemies.

It was after fifteen years of long and hard training that she was sent to the capitol of War to kill and take the head of the Queen…

It was around midnight, the empire was mostly asleep with a few guards that were half awake guarding the castle. She moved through the empire the covered over ten thousand acres of tall buildings and walls all the way up to the heart of the empire, way up in a tall tower where the queen had slept.  She scaled up the tower and slithered in through the window into the room of the mighty Empress.

The assassin came over the queen with a dagger knife and plunged the dagger right into the queen’s heart. Her eyes were opened, and the bed melted from the great heat that was emanating from her.

“YOU DARE STAB ME!” her voice echoed with great power breaking away the room.

The assassin was propelled backwards by the force into a wall. Queen Bella’s hair glowed a crimson red. She sprouted her wings her darkness and flew up from where she laid, shoved a hand down her throat, and pulled up the legendary light Excalibur.

Arla was in no hurry to escape, pulling out a sword and standing in position to make a strike at the empress.

“YOU FILTHY ARAGONIAN. THERE IS NO TRIAL FOR YOU COMMITTING SUCH AN ACT. ONLY DEATH SHALL FOLLOW YOU TO THE GRAVE!” her voice brought terror to the heart of the assassin and from then she knew that her life was over.

The queen and Arla clashed swords. Arla’s blade broke away under the pressure, and the Queen had laid the final blow upon the girl that tried to stand up against her mighty power, burning away her body to ash and leaving only her head unscathed from her great flames. She took her head and placed it on top a pole for the empire to see what happens to those who dares to stand against her rule.

The entire world was eventually burned of the old and was rebuilt with her rule that brought for new knowledge and new principles that the people should live by. None had tried to challenge her power and excellency for a long time to come…