The Legend of Death

Death was carried to from the sky with flames.

She walked among the trees with a face of an angel, at peace and gentle; but the land she walked on was already claimed by another tribe.

The Trekru sent three hundred of their mighty warriors against her and three hundred fell to her breath of flames.

Death's people were captured by the Mountain Men who, since long years past, cast a shadow over our lands.

Death did not remain captured for long, for she learned of their evils.

She left the Mountain, to seek an alliance with the great Commander.

That alliance was forged from the heart blood of her love and the change of reapers to men.

For Death could bring life into the reapers; changing them back into men.

As Death and the Commander stood in the shadowed gate of the mountain and an Army as big as the sea behind them, the Commander was given a choice.

The safety or death of her people.

The Commander chose her people; turning away from the Mountain Men and death, as the last of our people was freed from the belly of the Mountain.

Death asked for her people back from the Mountain Men and was denied.

She felled the entire Mountain, both men and stone, with her fury.

Freeing her people and ours, forever from the threat of the Mountain Men.

Due to the amount of support I will be writing Season One for IAD soon-ish.

I have both work and school obligations but I will be doing this as I have time.

Thank you ~Sylverlyf