All will Fall into Darkness

It was late afternoon on the plains when he, meditating on what was going to come to pass, noticed the ominous cloud of dust approaching from the horizon. He breathed in deeply the sun-scented and fresh air of the gardens, the highest point of Morainir, the capitol of the his race. As the sun cast bewildering shadows on the city's many domes, he thought to himself "so this is how it's going to end." He jumped down to one of the alleyways. He knew what must be done.

"The end is night!" he cried to the assembly.

After a moment of pale silence, hushed voices filled the ancient,
marble chamber

"Yes, the End Is Nigh!, he continued, a desperate fury in his voice. 'and what can we do about it now? We are beyond saving."

He paused; once again his voice was greeted with a black silence.

"Don't you understand? We have been fools, denying and arguing the problem, while our brothers and sisters fought and died, protecting us! While our civilisation was shot down.", his voice rang through the chamber, mournful as the cry of tortured metal.

The faces of the assembled, finally seeing and admitting what they had been avoiding, were devastated. The room was quiet now, and stayed that way for much more than a moment. The air was filled with unsaid, un-sayable words.

Then, filtering through the corridors was the chick of many armoured boots upon stone. The elf who was speaking before resumed his speech, although it was now lacking in fire, being filled with an immense sadness like a frozen lake.

"Listen, and he paused to allow them to do so. "Even now, they march through our beautiful city. Do you hear the screams of the dying? No, because they are already dead. We are lost, and with us will fall our beautiful lives and civilisation. It's all a lie now. All will fall into darkness." He bowed his head for a moment, then continued; "May our death be our final, glorious spark.", he finished solemnly.

Those assembled, the last of their race, stood from their lofty seats and drew the great ceremonial swords that hung from their sides. A moment later, columns of silver and black clad elves entered through the many stone corridors, and advanced silently upon the circle of the assembled. A lady among the assembled struck up a poignant song of love lost in the last moments before steel clashed. Tears were on the eyes of both sides.

All will fall into darkness.