Chapter 1: The Organ Player
The words echoed through her head. “Please…help me.” The woman in gold continued walking down the stairs. A scene of horrific display. Display of gore and dust. The building was in ruins. Blood splattered across the walls. She had lost many soldiers here. Many brave men and woman have given their lives to end the tyranny. But what she didn’t expect to lose was her friend.
“Please Allea. I don’t want this. I never wanted this. End it.”
What could she do in that moment? Could she just say no, sorry I’m not going to kill you? To do that would mean all of these deaths that lay before her would have been in vain. She didn’t want this. She wanted to come out on top. To triumph over the forces of evil and let the light shine. To cast out the darkness that has plagued this earth. But in the end, there was no feeling of triumph. No feeling of good in sight. Though the sun had shined through the clouds for the first time in years, she could not see the light. Her friend was dead. A friend who sacrificed herself to save her. And in the end, paid the ultimate price for it.
It started out different. The sound of a pipe organ echoed through the halls as the soldiers approached. Led by the woman in gold they charged into battle. The soldiers of shadow and of darkness put up a fight. Blood was spilled. Throats were cut. Faces were sliced off. The sound of metal echoed through the halls. Swords shattered, shield splintered. Wave after wave, room after room, the sound of the organ grew louder. It was playing a gentle tune. A haunting tune. One that vibrated through the soldiers as they continued to fight. Fitting for the scene that was being unraveled as they continued to press on into the building. One by one they fell. The corpuses piled onto one another. Until it was the soldier in gold who stood before the gates into the master chamber, where the music was coming from. Struggling under the weight of her armor she pressed on. Dragging the sword in her hand. Blood trickling down her arm. She prepared herself for the fight of her life. She could feel the music vibrate on the door handles. Gripping her sword in her hand she cast the door open, ready for the final fight. But what she saw made her drop her sword.
It had to be an illusion. It was impossible. The music. She knew heard that tune before. Years ago in a time before the darkness she heard that same tune. The gentle tune. The haunting tune. She staggered forward, only slightly. Still bewildered at the scene. The room was lit. A massive organ was in the back, covering up the whole wall. On a seat of red cloth sat the organ player. Hair as black as the night stretched down from her head to the floor.
“No.” She said as her sword fell to the ground with a clank. The music stopped. The organ player turned around and got up in a swift motion. Skin as white as snow and eyes as red as a rose glared at the solider in gold. With her head hanging low in shame she replied, “I’m afraid so.” Said the organ player following a deep sigh.
“But, on that night years ago. You died. Your body was taken and destroyed.” Said the solider in gold with distress in her voice. She forgot the sword she had dropped as she moved forward towards the organ player.
“Destroyed and put back together as this.” Replied the organ player as she motioned to herself. “And I landed back here. But it was not the same. It can never be the same.” The organ player than turned around to grab a dagger from the organ.
“Why, why are you doing this?” The distress in her panic turned into sheer panic and the solider in gold moved closer to the organ player. Her eyes began to water.
“It was not my choice. As the first one out, I was crowned queen. Queen of this nightmare. And this is the key to waking up.” The organ player held out the dagger. “But you can end it then. You can bring an end to the eternal darkness. The end of the walking dead. And bring back the light onto this land-” The soldier in gold’s words were cut short as the dagger landed next to her feet.
“You don’t think I’ve tried that!?” cried out the organ player. Tension was building in her voice. ” I am bound to this position! This curse! If I could end it I would have! I would have done it years ago! And I would have been dead and you would have lived. Just like we planned.” The organ player was now engulfed in rage. With her claws she swiped at the table next to her, spilling her cup on the floor. A pool of blood now resides under the table. The cup toppled over and rolled across the stone floor.
“Take it. Take the dagger of Rah. Kill me with it.” The organ player said as she pointed to the dagger at the soldier in gold’s feet. Taking only a second glance at the blade she immediately turned to the organ player and said, “What? No.”
“Allea, please. I have already done so much. I don’t want this. There is enough blood on my hands to damn me till the end of time. I don’t need anymore.” The organ player said as she approached the soldier in gold. Tears were forming in her red eyes.
“Please Allea. I don’t want this. I never wanted this. End it. End it for me. End it for you. Make this nightmare end.”
The organ player bend down to pick up the dagger. Tears were forming in her eyes as she tucked the blade in the soldier’s hand. Embracing her in her arms she whispered to the soldier in gold, “Please. You know this has to be done. Set me free.” Tears ran down her face and onto the soldier’s armor.
“I’m sorry Ellipsis. I’m so sorry.” Allea said as she closed her eyes and thrust the blade into Ellipsis’s back.
Ellipsis’s head jolted back. Her mouth was wide opened. She gave out a scream .The dagger started to emit a bright light. The light then travelled all over Ellipsis’s body. Her skin started to give off the same glow. The lines on her flesh burned. The light had reached her eyes and the redness faded and turned bright white. The room around them started to shake. The organ prattled random tunes. The ceiling started to fall apart. From the sky came down a sun beam that encircled the two. Ellipsis motioned her head towards Allea and gave a small smirk.
“Hey, no need to cry. Nothing lasts forever…thank god.” And with that Ellipsis burst with light. Her skin crumbled and began to disappear into the wind. The light from her eyes dimmed. Her bones broke up and turned into ash.
In the end all was left was an old ragged cloak. Allea gripped it in her fingers and wept. Hands trembled. It was over. The forces of good have prevailed over evil. And what was once a mighty kingdom that stretched across the plains now lays in ruins. Its army defeated and its queen now dead. The deed was done. But was it worth it? Had justice been served today?
As Allea walked out of the ruined building, gripping on the cloak, she cried. The foul smell of rotting flesh didn’t bothered her as much as it used to. The last remains of the army she had fought laid defeated before her. A cold chill rushed her spine as she emerged into the light.
Was there no other way? Could she have done something different? She didn’t know. All she knew was that her friend was gone and she was alone. If there was a way, she would see to it that her friend would come back. There had to be a way. Maybe he could help.