Mira couldn’t believe how thing’s had co to this, she had known that her dear nephew would be attending the academy this year, hell as his aunt, she even had pulled a few strings to help him get into the academy easier
The position of the Dean of the Babylon Academy is extrely important, as the academy where the geniuses from the world gathered, it has to assured that the top brasses of the school should be neutral, hence the position of Dean was shifted every 30 years, the last Dean had only retired the last year, giving the set to Mira, who at the current ti was not affiliated to any powers
“Mira shouldn’t we do sothing?”
Grace had a worried expression on her face as she looked at Austin, Mira only shook her head after hearing Grace’s question, as the head of the school, she knew the truth about the locked world but who would have thought that the one to open the world would be her nephew
‘That boy always invites trouble….’
Mira could not believe how easily Austin gets into trouble, she really wanted to drag him out of that world and give him a peace of her mind but still as she looked at the handso silver haired man that stood at the cliff, fearlessly facing an army, she couldn’t help but agree that her nephew had grown up good
“Calm down Grace, look at him, even though he’s facing such a situation he’s completely calm, which ans that he has a plan at this point we can only put our trust in him”
Though still not pacified Grace could only nod her head as she looked back at the screen, anwhile back at the screen, Austin held his breath as his body adjusted to the pressure released by the army in front of him
“Sigh… and my luck”
Right now complaining was no use, if I want to get out of here alive I must focus on the current situation, I focused on my power and soon a beautiful blue and purple harp materialized in front of , the strings of the harp was purple contrasting with the blue
Ever since I entered this world, the harp kept humming inside , seemingly desiring to be played and just as I brought it out, a huge wave of voices hit , painful words seed to fill my mind
‘Help…..pls….hel-‘
‘Run…..boyyyy..runnn’
‘plsss…noo…moree…’
Each of the voices was filled with pain, hearing it for so reason my heart clenched as a tear fell from my eyes, just as the voices were getting overwhelming they disappeared what was left was a beautiful harp floating in font of
“I see….you want to help them huh…..”
I didn’t get an answer but the harp did hum, I smiled as I wiped the tear from my eyes, I got the harp as I walked towards the end of the cliff, I stood tall as I looked at the thousands of soldiers in front of who at a ti had fought fearlessly to protect their world, yet now they stand in front of as nothing more than chained animals
Hero’s that should have being buried with honor had being chained like animals without proper rest, the soldiered in the front barked as they snarled in my direction, dense corrupted mana surrounded , yet a sweet calm blue aura ca from the harp protecting , I looked at the king that sat on the throne as I spoke
“I do not know your pain but I can help diminish the pain you all are going through right now”
Just as I finished speaking hundreds of those at the front started running towards , there was no strategy or honor just pure barbaric ness left, I held my harp tight as I took a deep breath, it’s true that one cannot be saved after being corrupted but that only applies to those who wield normal weapons, what I hold had once turned this world upside down
No words were needed to be said as my hands trailed the beautiful purple string, a srizing sound was heard, it rippled in the seas as it travelled forward, light aura clouded with blue and purple spread from my place hitting the ones that was running towards
As soon as the sound reached them the ones that were running towards stopped, for once an unce of clarity appeared, but soon the corrupt mana tried to regain it’s front but how could I let that happen?
I didn’t stop as my hands speedily traveled through the harp without rest, sending out tunes that shook once soul, I closed my eyes as I focused on my performance, even thought it was short I had felt the pain and despair within the once that stood in front of , I opened my mouth as I sang a poem
“May I never forget the n and won
who gallantly defend our freedom and our way of life.
Their valiant service and sacrifice
shines with unmatched brilliance.
I pray for their safe return,
that they may enjoy the life for which they fight.”
“Thank you; even though we have not t.
You give the ultimate sacrifice for our country.
You leave your families behind and you protect everyone.
May your families be shielded in you absence.
May you also be shielded; thank you.”
“Having no family, no ho
adopted by those who share no blood, no cause.
I walk the streets where no connection exists,
but familiarity ensures comfort to lay my head…”
(A/N: The poem does not belong to !)
My voice wasn’t exactly loud but thanks to the passive and active abilities of the harp that I was using, my voice was soul shaking, I didn’t even stop for a mont playing the harp and it’s results showed, the ones that was attacking completely stopped
Not only them everybody watching it even the rest of the soldiers to the one watching things outside stopped, no sound was heard, everybody seed to be pulled into the song, unknowingly so imaged started to appear in their mind
Everybody saw a scene of a man leading the army, everybody saw the scene of soldier’s protecting their ho, their life, their family by their scarifies, even so weak willed students started crying in the stadium
User Comments
0 comments from readers