The Birth of Inferno

[mcmonkey25 717]

                            The Birth of Inferno

 

 

I suppose it was a long time ago, few remember back then; when this glorious paint arose from the ashes of a volcanic catastrophe. However, this story does not start with the fiery remains of a devastating situation, but picture a more tranquil place.

 

An estate, a kingdom you might even call it, seemingly serene; where people could stroll, undisturbed, grinding the soft granite beneath their feet which paved the winding roads that made up the streets of this fair realm. And yet trouble tried to tap timidly on the tarnished gates. Let us now move on from the idyllic picture of a completely perfect place, for that vision cannot be possible for any society.

 

There were two groups of people in this culture. One of standard living; and one of antiquated principles. There was the common man and the respected leaders who strove to keep the society afloat, but also strove to keep themselves afloat above anything else. And these leaders made sure they had a symbol, to stand out and show their wisdom and power. What better symbol than the blazing emblem we might recognise today; the intense, scorching daub of Flame. Yet this crest was perhaps the trigger, the original cause of the upset to come.

 

Now the tanks of this domain felt like they were trodden on. There was a distinct divide between these two factions, and it seemed nigh on impossible to overcome the gulf. For many years, few had questioned this order, but rabble-rousers now brought the matter up regularly, pestering the spearheads that had for so long guided the community. And by now the leaders had decided something must be done. But what? What would bring the divide closer and make the people settle and be prosperous once more. They had an idea.

 

And so, they met the people in the grand cobbled courtyard and set about making a bargain. One of the superiors set forth his paint on the ground and asked a man if he liked it. The man nodded. He then asked what he liked about it; and the man said, “The flames”. The leader shouted to the crowd, “If we offer a fiery coat, of resemblance to our own mighty coats, will you feel contented?” The people agreed and so the groups parted from that place. However, the leaders had no idea how the coat was first fashioned, for no common tradesman could have fashioned it. Instead, they turned to a powerful, yet secretive man, whose art was wrapped in both mystery and great interest. The man told them that they needed to find a source of fire so great, it could be made into a bounty of material for his use. But the leaders feared this, for the only source that could be used; was the volcano.

 

Twenty men and twenty horses is what they took to the rocky crag near the kingdom. It had towered over the realm for centuries but no-one could ever remember an eruption, although some people claimed that an eruption might engulf the main citadel. Now, the two leaders encouraged the finest blacksmith to retrieve a portion of the magma; but the blacksmith was a superstitious man who believed the rumours that taking the magma would cause an eruption. And little did they know that these would shortly be shown to be true. The blacksmith placed his best bucket in the volcano and scooped up a large lump. Then there was a rumble. The men stood aghast as the volcano boiled and began to shake. They ran from the crags (unaware of the two small creatures perched on a rock waiting for some eagles), and went as quickly as possible to the citadel. But it was empty. At the sound of the eruption, the people had fled, leaving only a ghost town.

 

The men now tried to follow the people’s tracks, frantically scared of the oncoming threat behind them. And what they found was a camp, made by the people, where they had set up makeshift homes and were crying in huts of ragged cloth. There they stayed while the volcano finished its path of destruction. By the time day broke, the people went to see what had happened. But there was almost nothing. The ground was thick with crusted lava and the people’s homes were on fire or completely destroyed. There was devastation everywhere and the people began to revolt against the leaders for their decision to take the magma. But then was the best idea yet. By the next day, the craftsmen had collected enough lava to make the coat. And so, the leaders lifted the people’s spirit and faith in them by giving them this coat, a reminder that times will never be worse than when there was the inferno.

Edited March 8, 2015 by mcmonkey25

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

Nice!

You should apply for reporter, if you already haven't

[jazz20 1,181]

Nice!

You should apply for reporter, if you already haven't

I feel like this might have been his actual submission peace and he just wants to see what the general population thinks. 

 

Nice job Mcmonkey. Looks like a lot of time and creativity went into making this piece. Good luck ;)

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

I feel like this might have been his actual submission peace and he just wants to see what the general population thinks. 

 

Nice job Mcmonkey. Looks like a lot of time and creativity went into making this piece. Good luck ;)

Could be

All the same, I liked this story more than TKP's Remnant Series (no offence TKP!)

[S.C.Y.T.H.E 1,072]

edited,

saw the PM.

Edited March 1, 2015 by S.C.Y.T.H.E

[T.O.T.A.L.W.A.R 581]

Good luck  :).

[Darren4Turbo 4,913]

Nice job  ;) 

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

Nice

[IVIr.Blue 865]

Nice

[milkbottle123 9]

Epic story nice job :)