De Pooh Family/Pandora/Daimons

Clermont to Az Zarqua

2020-11-16 09:42:53

The chilly atmosphere was reflected at dawn. Scattered across deep puddles throughout the battlefield, the light briefly bounces off the dead trees. Pandora had forcibly sent her friend Tig back home to Bescanon where he would be out of harm’s way. Not knowing what the hordes of Daimon would look like, a feeling of uncertainty spread throughout Pandora’s infantry. The rhythm of their footsteps resonated throughout the army, which helped poor sleepers to be more alert.

As they marched on, a rumble echos throughout the field and after dead silence, a murder of unrecognizable creatures start to crawl backwards towards the army like a stampede. They were organized, and all the crawling terrified Pandora. Maybe it wasn’t the crawling. The undead human-like limbs were in pairs and if you could examine closer, they seemed ghastly arm-like and knee-like bent over, with bulging joints visibly attached to a morphed abdomen and other visible tumor like patches growing. The army continues to march forward, past the undead that have been shot by the archers from behind.

Making way past the dead wriggling on the floor, their long tangled hairs were muddied with their own blood, grimy and blackened. Pandora could not count the number of eyes as she looks down— the daimon’s eyeballs were of different sizes, he had a bulging face and a twisted neck. The multiple eyes were looking back at Pandora from below, rolling and fixating on her before coming to an still opaqueness, arrows jammed into its head. Did it have a heart?

Eyes widened, she stiffly gripped her sword tighter; Pandora was frozen. The daimon grabs one of Pandora’s men by the ankle and a shriek lets out as he falls. A reactionary clean cut separates the limb holding onto the ankle from the abdomen and a gush of black fluid rushes out from the disjointed creature. Her sword was bloodied with black fluid, and Pandora had no say about the pumping of her heart. No words feelings or expressions were given enough room to be processed at all. A wave was coming. It was only a matter of time before the next; terror filled Pandora and aiming for bulging joints was all she knew to put a halt to her emotions.