Chapter 52 THE IMPRISONED GODDESS

• To where the fear lies is how it all begins.
• It started long before the current rulers are borne, their heir and next in line to the throne. Many had said that the dark ages consist of sorrow and despair. It was that kind of anguish gush foremost to those who suffered when they are suppose to be not. The Moon Goddess were gone. Salvation offered none, but torments. To live were more like it was much worst than death. Wolves were tied, silver cuffs and lashes which made them howl at night and it prolongs until dusk and dawn, witches become slaves—one mistake, even if they spilt a small portion, there would be great consequences, their head, a limb or either way a life without redemption. Even Vampires did not escape such unfortunate fate, and are known not to bow nor lowered their head and so most of, majority of them has been stake, killed and let alone burnt under the sun.
• It was filled with mourning, hearts and souls that has been shattered until it no longer could thrive for what it seek. It was the chaos caused by the moon Goddess of war, Zephyr. She annihilated life, while she sits on her throne. If it wasn’t for another decades, hope won’t bloom, and the sky won’t longer have the azure colour, but ‘stead of remain as the same black canvas, grey hue which seems to reflect the people’s cries as they weep on her feet. In contrast, to the mockery she express, and the smile she had as her strength come from their despair.