The Battle... Part I

''It was a dark, stormy day in the Wasteland. The clouds were black, the lightning fierce, and the warriors determined.''

Keira vs Erison, the God of Chaos.
It all began, on the worst, stormy day. The God of Chaos was cocky, believing he already won the battle. Keira, was prepared to die to save her people, and her family. Keira has made a memory sphere, recording her will, not knowing what was to become of her. She looked at her warriors, and amongst them, her family. She gave them the speech they wouldn't forget.

"This is the day we long awaited... to free ourselves from the torment of the Chaos. The torment of the Gods of Chaos. Some of us won't come back. Some of us will. We won't know till we get out there. Know this: we WILL fight till our last breath, till we see nothing but the darkness, till we see those who fought before us. We WON'T surrender till we have NOTHING left. We will go out there with what we have, and come back, with what is left of us: our lives." Keira had said to her warriors.

The clock chimed 12.

They walked out unto the desert, braving the wind and rain. They looked over the hill to see their enemy. Erison had his dark harpie army on the opposite hill.

"Priestess! You shall die by my hand, and the 'hope' you so called have will die with you." Erison spat toward the warrior queen.

"It is YOU who will die here, to pay for all those who died by you!" The warrior queen spat back.

They charged at each other, and the thunder roared, the lightning streaking, and battle cries rang in the stormy air...