A Story of Forever

Part 20

Finally, it was time for the battle. Ryan blew his horn, loud and echoing throughout all the lands everywhere, signalling that the battle had begun. And the two great armies faced each other. And they began their final showdown. They had courage in their hearts and determination in their souls. They had resolve in their spirits. And the Yemars had selflessness in their bodies and hope in their minds.

On the side of the Uzras all the Uzras loyal to Karkion and their allies fought. There was Spirug, Derlion, Ryan, Hali, Moni, Geyna, Thrash, Rayr, Avulci, Otis, Funaraya, Valdion, Tovera, Garvali, Hatali, Amnee, Varli, and many many others whose names have not been named in this account of the events of the world.

On the side of the Yemars, all the Yemars subjugated by the Uzras fought. There was Gylla, Filla, Arder, Naia, Mira, Mamon, Pres, Nolvi, Firik, Fiall, Wolver, Oella, Harimon, Molia, Caliom, Eren, Modim, Kaldi, Morion, Vidarim, Varlig, Lewinn, Kyanon, Lieu, Karti, Eiley, Saviligg, Aldo, Sakava, Haddalfi, Sadali, Dramari, Yarrothi, and many many others who have not been named in this account of the events of the world.

On the side of the Yemars, the Uzras who were allies and loyal to the Yemars fought as well. Particularly those Uzras who had realized how terrible the system was when they were in or near their youth. There, fighting with the Yemars, there were the Uzras Sheen, Holder, Monnia, Fykll, Farrook, Feyna, as well as others, not numbering many but not numbering few either, who fought alongside the Yemars.

There fighting with the Yemars were also the beings that were not Yemars or Uzras, but were nonetheless subjugated and oppressed by the Uzras. For example Fryer the dog was fighting on the side of the Yemars, and so were his comrade dogs from other places. The pig from Forkava was fighting as well. For every creature needs freedom and equality. And every creature deserves freedom and equality.

On the side of the Yemars nature itself fought. The forests fought, the fields fought, the snowdrifts fought, the ice fought, the tundra fought, the blazing sands fought. The oceans fought, the lakes fought, the rivers fought, the ponds and streams and brooks fought. The herbs and trees and bushes and shrubs and vines and grasses fought. The winds and the storms and the rain and the lightning fought. The hail fought, the fire fought. It all aligned itself with the same purpose. The purpose to free the world of Karkion and his followers.

Harimon fought Thrash. It was a great and bloody battle, and both sides were evenly matched. Both sides were equally willing to see the battle out to its bloody, bloody end. Thrash ran to Harimon and plunged his sword into them. But as he was doing so, Hari bit him with their venomous fangs. And Hari knew that the poison running through his blood would kill him. And so they died, bleeding out from the sword wound, satisfied that they had avenged their death. Thrash took nine steps forwards, and there he collapsed onto the ground, poisoned and dead and defeated at long last, their cruelty and violence forever gone from this world.

Wolver fought against an Uzra named Santion, who was specifically birthed in order to fight and kill Wolver during the final battle. But Wolver was powerful and strong, fuelled by his rage and his need for vengeance, fuelled by his love and his need for change. And Santion could not defeat him easily. They fought for three days and three nights straight, and once they were nearly dead from the exhaustion, they both killed each other.

Lewinn threw Karkion from his back and rushed and raged and snapped and bit at any Uzra soldiers who got close to him. He deftly dodged arrows and swords, and with his sharp teeth he killed many an Uzra warrior. The Uzras were not expecting at all for Karkion’s loyal horse to betray them. But, all things considered, that is exactly what they should have been expecting.

Mira fought with her great spells, plowing down soldier after soldier after soldier. Her knowledge proved invaluable to the battle. And all who looked upon her saw the fire and the anger in her eyes, saw and confidence and the bravery with which she moved ever so fluidly through the battlefield. And all who saw her felt a great fear within their hearts, they knew that this was truly the reckoning, they knew that it was truly time for everything to change.

Mamon fought Ryan. And their reason for doing this was not a very complicated one. For not only did Ryan spy for the Uzras, not only did he make it convenient and easy for the Uzras to travel across the whole world, bringing their violence and their subjugation, but he had also enchanted a magic law of the Uzras to make it more powerful.

The law was that the Uzras would create three types of people: the rulers, who were Karkion and Geyna and their inner circle; the followers, who were all the Uzras and the few privileged Yemars who would be the people who owned the lands and built their wealth; and the ruled, the people who would be dominated by the Uzras. Now, Karkion himself had drafted this rule. But in order to make it magically binding, they needed three drops of blood, one for each group of people. Ryan had provided that blood, and Karkion’s reign had grown stronger.

And so Mamon fought Ryan to get back at him for this unforgivable crime. And the two fought long and hard, using any and all the magics that they had to attack each other. They fought and they fought until each one grew increasingly injured, increasingly weary, increasingly closer to death. And then finally, Mamon pierced a magic dart right into Ryan’s chest, right between the two of his topmost ribs. And Ryan at that very moment plunged his sword into Mamon’s stomach. There they died together, wrapped in bloody battle.

Now the one to kill Karkion was Naia. His disowned Yemar daughter who had chosen to suffer and hurt alongside her mother’s people instead of hurting and ruling alongside her father’s. The one who killed Karkion was Naia, the biological and adopted mother and caretaker of so many, Uzra and Yemar alike. The one who killed Karkion was the very person he had brought into the world by assaulting a Yemar woman.

And so Naia strung her bow, in the midst of the battle raging all around her, amidst the chaos and the bloodshed and the horror and the hope. And she looked over to where Karkion was battling his foes. She aimed, and whispered a honing spell onto the arrow. And she let it fly. The arrow pierced the breast of Karkion before he even noticed it coming. She got him by surprise and so therefore she could kill him.

The battle raged on, and Uzras and Yemars both alike were dying.

Amidst the chaos, the children of Wolver finally caught up with the chariots of the sun and the moon. They swallowed the sun and the moon whole, and for a great, terrible moment the whole battlefield was encased in darkness.

None of the people could see what was going on, but the fire Yemars created fires to light the way for the warriors. And the battle raged on, growing more desperate and more dangerous and more chaotic and more bloody by the second. The Yemars had the advantage of superior numbers, but the Uzras were still powerful, too powerful.

The wolf-people cast out the sun and the moon from within their bodies, and the two heavenly bodies were now without fetters, without bindings or control. For all the metal had been eroded in the stomachs of the wolves. Now free, the sun and the moon fought on the side of the Yemars, and they had more power than ever before.

———
If you like this piece check out my Mastodon my account is FSairuv@mas.to and I post about human rights, social justice, and the environment.