All Hail Barracutus *On Hold*

War is ripe for the planet of Sempiterna. For generations the twelve major tribes/species (Unless you believe in the tales of the Wizards who say there are thirteen) have very little knowledge of the meaning of the word "peace". Only recently has the tribe of the Svets Deus brought about an era of peace.
In the meanwhile, Barracutus, a normal Kyanos Diamon, struggles to solve the past about the ancient forefathers of Sempiterna. Though could the knowledge of the ancient forefathers be a bigger mystery than he had originally thought it to be? Read throughout to uncover the history of Sempiterna in the first book of an epic trilogy.

(New chapter released every week)

**Please feel free to comment if you believe I made any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. Also any constructive criticism and that stuff would be nice** ** Finally, Story Rating: 13+ (Subtle, some-what descriptive violence)**


26. Chapter 24: Death's Mocking Call (2/2)

Sitting around the fire, the warriors were silent and without a word. Everything the mosaic had hidden in its design appeared to be so true. Deception has always been a close friend of the living. Brilliantly the fire scorched higher and a body began to form. The flickering flames embodied a corpse with a dragon's head, which was wearing a crown. The flames smiled and gave a loud cry of anguish.

The warriors jumped back from the now red and blue flames. The fire gave a harrowing laugh and taunted, "You would very much like to hear from the everlasting flame itself. Would you not or are you but fools reading that which you cannot comprehend? I should warn you: such fools are often the ones who burn the longest in the flames."

Horribleecus clenched his fist and stepped forward. "What is it that you want?"

"Oh, so you wish to burn yourself in hopes that it will even affect me." The fire gave another spiteful laugh and mocked, "Living are all the same: always thinking what others want to take from them. Shameful as it is to be one of you. I used to walk about the world of Sempiterna, but now... it's infested with foul beasts such as yourself; and now they're just faded memories left in the dark."

The fire laughed to itself and added, "Left in the darkness when I give off light. How pathetic it is to have such darkness brought here to Sempiterna. I can barely see my own light." It glanced back up toward Horribleecus with burning eyes. "Forgive me. I do not know if I shall ever see those days again. Though, what is it that you want from me?"

"Well," Horribleecus tilted his head out of sheer confusion. "I want an answer. Who are you?"

The fire suddenly shrank and became utterly quiet. Bitterly it answered, "I am... I am what was, what comes to all. I am the joyless speech, which makes the loudest sound. I am both life and death, which passes through all. And only by my flame, my flame alone, has it been purified. For you living to understand, I am nothing but the rue of others, and my only hope is to burn it all away. Surely the ashes will remain, but they come anew and right just as they once had been."

"And it gives you hope?"

"Hope is a tragic word for me." The fire glanced down in gloom. "One of my envies of the living is that they can hope as you speak of. However, when it comes to me, it burns away all the same as that of the lives of others. There is no difference between life and death for a fire as myself."

"Then... there are others like you?"

"Very few remain, but yes there are. We used to be very numerous on Sempiterna, until darkness was released upon us. What more does a fire have than the light it can shed? Touching a soul, without harming it, has never been our blessing. We could have done so much more, had it not been for our destruction of hope. That is what I am told, at least as I have never experienced it myself."

The room was quiet again, but then the fire continued speaking of his past, "This is why I sought after the great healer, Renovatio. If anyone could ignite my fires with hope that does not burn, it was her. Little did she accomplish here though. I cannot understand why she continues to try nor why I have not turned back in search for another."

Horribleecus complimented, "Your flame surely burns wiser than any other though."

"That does not help me when I purify the deaths of others. I have no decision to be made unless I am granted hope."

"You will find it in time," assured Horribleecus. "Now, what of Figmus's death?"

The fire widened its eyes in fear and answered hesitantly, "Deadened and stained in black. It does not purify nor does it burn, and thus there is no hope, as you would call it."

"What does that mean?"

The fire hissed, "It means he was not taken to one of the seven realms. Despite his previous courageous actions, as I overhead you speaking about, all of the Wondrous Seven rejected him from their realms, including Natas who indulges upon taking the malicious souls. He is now one of the very few outcasts left in time."


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