Part II

Part 2

Looming below lay a horde of trembling humanoids in their steady charge. The sounds of shouting and clashing of deadly weapons and shields were deafening. The most cruel and unspeakable effigies are shown before him. As the crowd approached it raised a green cloud lit by the torches of the belligerents. Banners showed a group of thirty or forty tribes. In their hands stood poles, adorned with the animals skins and human heads victims of past battles or some unfortunate spies, deformed by boiling them. Central to these barbarians were a handful of paladins waiting. These brave martyrs knew they were going to write history using their own blood.

The magician was watching from the top of his tower. He saw the pieces of the great game of fate that were now in place. He looked up above the green clouds. Tears impaired his gaze. the sulfurous dust covering his face. Then a vision was revealed in the ink of night. The sky riddled lightning cracking above. Winged creatures adorned with gold and silver came out and fell upon the circle of attackers. Fifteen to twenty of these creatures opened their huge wings in a single breath of fire and orange light. The infernal wave swallowed the crowd of warriors. The magician, dressed in white, felt the heat of this supernatural impact on his face. One hundred survivors of the crematorium site fell into a panic on swords and spears, deployed in rings, to meet the assault of these creatures of the darkness. In heaven, there was a glorious choreography of wings, then a huge array of sparks, golden dragon scales glowing tints of the fatal fire. Heard were pitiful cries muffled by fingers of flame.

The light subsided. The magician put his hand to his chest where a chain with a tiny wooden cage lay. As he rolled it between his fingers, an added reassurance was felt. The voice of the white mage whispered to her, “Thanks, sweet fairy, you have delivered your message of distress to your gigantic companions, guardians of the fairyland. Is it you Yuna that will change the course of history? It is said that one day a supernatural parallel universe saved the faith of paladins forcefully that the magic never leaves the heart of mankind.”

The magician then turned to the mirror and was engulfed into it to another unknown dimension. Some concentric waves ran on the shimmering surface for a second or two then the texture became strong and smooth... as a mirror.