Orid - Kalbruth

 AFTER ENOCH

On that certain day when the world changed, those who had been gathered in the plain of Orid numbered six hundred persons. After the brilliant flash of light, all the people had been lifted off the ground and thrown through the air, and backward several feet by the sudden burst of wind. Many people were injured as they landed piled atop one another in a great heap of bodies. Those who had immediately been encircling the memorial ring of flowers had been blinded, (but for only seven days). The ring had been incinerated and windblown, like the four grand Standing Stones themselves which had crumbled to powdered ash, all were no longer there as if they had never been. Neither was the pool of blood nor the burnt and blown away River stones.

As everyone aided the other to their feet, they all questioned the reason for such a strange event. Slowly the crowds had begun to dissipate and return to their homes: sore, bewildered, and stunned.

“Why were the Standing Stones even here in the first place,” a young woman asked.

“The Prophets, the Stones, and the blood were testimonies to how wicked and foolish, and shameful our generations have become,” an old woman yelled in response.

A small boy of eight asked, “My mother is dead, why?” He cried for her neck had been broken in the fall.

Again, the old woman said, calling out to the boy, “She only got what the rest of us have deserved for years of shameful acts!” She fell over dead clutching her chest!

A man dressed like a Priest was the last man standing, “This ground is but a scorched place, let ever it be known as Kalbruth! Cursed of the cursed and ever forbidden shall the living be who stand here long!” With that, he too fell over dead leaving the others wondering about the cause, to no avail.

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