All Hallow's Eve - Kyrian Page (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

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This story is in no way an attempt to spread belief or faith. This story is purely fictional and meant for entertainment only. If at any time you feel this story angers you, you have the freedom to STOP READING. Thanks and enjoy.


All Hallows Eve

The month was dying. Silently it had watched the land, a silent caretaker of the fragile system it called home. Now, it was old and weak, its former strength sapped. It would pass the burden on to its heir. The heir would spring forth from his ashes and rise anew. This was how the kingdom had always been run. Rumors were a strange species had studied and measured its lifetime. They said it went through thirty-one phases of life. The month cared not, for it had done its sacred duty and now the reign would pass to the next. The only wish it had was to be able to see its decedent, if but for an instant. That was not so though, it knew. It had but a few final hours to spend with friends.

The first to bid farewell was Sun. He made a hasty regret and retreated from the heavens. Light, although she would have like to stay and comfort her old friend, had no power without her Sun, and so bid the month goodbye. Her older brother Darkness came to fill Lights void. Gently kissing the month for the last time, he wrapped the world in his illustrious cloak. Grateful for the warmth with a feeling of accomplishment in its heart, the month settled down to rest in eternity. However it had left the world’s doorway open for all souls made of mischief. The first to come were the daughters of Silence.

In a wave of energetic dancers, they filled the valley and began a grand ballet. The valley ceased to stir and sat enraptured by the dancing. As a painting without color is bland, so is a ballet without music. So musicians were called from every land and many answered. The orchestra was cast of the disciples of Order upon their enchanting strings. Peace sent a band of drums to set the beat. A troop of flutes were given by the affluent Dream. Her musicians were fabled for their ability to send the mind on vast adventures to all corners of the universe. The most famous musicians, the sisters of Sleep, showed up as always. On their alluring harps they played endless melodies, and they never missed a performance. Many heard the sisters’ tune and fell to its entangling spell.

Since the play had such a grand and delicate cast, guards were needed. The sons of Fear took up their posts with legendary efficiency. Decorated in stiff apparel they stood out of sight but always were felt. Now with security in place the royal audience arrived. Moon in full splendor had come with her complete court of stars. She sat on the heavens helping the twins of Shadow to the world. These master artists added rich scenery of shifting shades and flowing forms to the piece, which only enhanced the gripping power it held. Now the play, an everlasting classic of a primordial era, was in full swing. Many from every corner came to watch this irreplaceable entertainment. To some though, it served as more.

To Chill it was an alarm proclaiming it was the phase to depart. Rising to full form he shook of the shackles the harps of Sleep had created and glided to the mouth of his temporary dwelling. Generously provided to all of the counsel who required, it was a lavish place because of its seating for the play. Gazing out he saw the play, now in full swing, and he longed to stay and watch. He had an urgent meeting to attend though, and he could not afford to miss it.

Sighing he began to survey the land he would traverse through. His eyes first found a forest of grand barons and their subjects all who owed allegiance to Majestic Mountain wearing his cap of white. The barons had hosted the play in honor of their lord, and he was very pleased. Traveling out farther his gaze found the vast fields of swirling colors and plains of gold. Truer treasure of beauty could not be found and he hoped they would last till the end of Time. The view though was polluted by the one flaw the valley possessed.

In the hollow of Mountain’s valley was a village never meant to be. Full of strange savages who called themselves civil, it served as a sanctuary for destruction and poison. The dwellings were filled of these strange toxins and all bore a stack Mountain’s skin that belched Black Death. The savages had torn up the ground and forced it to yield food for them. They fed on the gentle denizens of the land and hunted extras for fun. These creatures found beauty only in corruption and greed. Even from here Chill could see their sinister glows that ruined the otherwise perfect lay of Darkness’s mantle. Chill had urged the council phase and phase again to declare war upon the brutes, but every phase they said no. The council had decreed that they were a fragile species and they needed protection. Tonight though, Chill hoped it would be different. Maybe, finally Chill would have the satisfaction of eradicating these monsters.

He shook himself out of this fantasy knowing he had wasted precious moments and flung himself from the ledge on which he stood. Chill fell fast enjoying the thrill speed brought. Only when he but a few lengths from the base did he spread his wings. They caught the drift perfectly and sent him soaring across the land. He bowed his head in thanks to the performers and turned to leave. A flash of movement caught his eye though and he saw the puzzle which had no perfect answer. A hopper, with long ears and a fluffy tail, was digging in the soft soil trying to make a dwelling for its young while an unseen slyer decked in rusty fur and a sly grin made other plans. Chill saw but two options; save the hopper and let the slyer starve or do nothing and leave the slyer with its hopper meal. He could not choose so his heart decided for him.

Racing the messenger of Death, Chill swooped in and gently caressed the back of the hopper. It became alert in an instant and dashed away before the slyer could do anything. Turning Chill was struck with the questioning gaze of the slyer and he felt the pain he caused. Flapping wildly, Chill darted off in a hurry so could not feel anymore guilt from those pained eyes.

Knowing he was growing later by the moment, Chill began his flight over the fields. As he sped onward he felt himself picked up and now laid like an infant in the arms of Breeze. She sped off over the plains taking with her him and the children of Snow. The children she dropped off shortly, letting them parachute down to land gently on the swaying grass. A dozen of Cloud’s sentries shielded them as they landed gently on the swaying grass. Within a short time the children had transformed the ground into a blank canvas set perfect for another story. Breeze flew on unceasing, seeming not to notice the art she had created. They sailed on for many phases, racing to the meeting. They slowed though at a grizzly sight.

Like an entrance to a haunted hall, the limbs of majestic nobles were fastened together with fragments of Mountain’s heart. The gory construct was used to hold the gentle grazers. The thugs mutated the grazers so they could indulge upon the grazer’s sweet nectar and when they could no longer produce these people were slaughtered. Even the dead were molested, as they were thrown in vats of goo and then transferred to fires. There they were treated so the vile ones could gorge their vast appetites. This was just the beginning of the revolting acts the barbarians had performed.

Knowing there was nothing they could do, Chill and Breeze continued through the ghastly hollow. As they glided through the sinister place they saw the creatures dressing their children in horrifying representations of decent souls and even hung the fakes like decorations. Death’s character had taken a grisly turn; Old Mother Crone now was green and wicked; Ancestry was a white blob bearing little resemblance; even Hunger was but a putrid fanged demon of himself. How these animals could get away with such mockery was a question they bore no answers to.

Chill and Breeze passed through the hollow nauseated by the sights they had seen but flew onward nonetheless. Upon arriving at the palace of the months, located deep in a secret bog, they saw Light and her minions had laid a path to the mansion. Carved directly of Mother Earth it had no definite shape or size and was colored to match the current mood of Father Spirit. Once Chill and Breeze descended into the ornate entry hall they parted to their separate casts. Chill joined his patron Old Man Winter while Breeze flocked to Young Sister Spring. Upon looking about Chill noted this was not an ordinary gathering.

Many rivals socialized among the congregation and many who never showed flitted about nervously. He saw Death plotting with Chaos instead of complaining about how he made Death’s job harder. Old Man Winter was negotiating with Brother Fall about sharing soldiers. Sleep was no longer childishly trying her gift on any unfortunate soul but instead stood silently in a corner. Dragon stood mingling with a group of souls trying to compromise on deals. Hunger and his court were teaching Animaleus and his delegates how to survive and how to summon Hunger to action. Ancestry was in a constant frenzy of sending messengers to every spirit in the world. The air carried a scent of importance and urgency but what was going on?

His answer came when Silence called the group to the auditorium. The six mighty lords; Hunger, Chaos, Order, Death, Balance, and Ancestry; took right stage while the four kings of season took left. Taking the center were the eight souls who had engineered life itself; Mother Earth, Father Spirit, Metal, Fire, Breeze, Water, Darkness, and Light. Instead of sitting the three bodies of rulers turned their backs on the crowd and bent knee. This called the others to follow suit. Before any soul could ask, The Almighty appeared. Time, the guardian of creation, had joined them tonight. Fear ran rampant among the gathering called to action by a look of displeasure on Time’s face. Silence, already reeling, was driven unconscious by Time when it began to speak.

“Brothers, Sisters, Friends,” Time began, “We have delayed our revenge too long.”