Arcana Lucis Short Story

The kingdom of Fatali slept, and its children could not extinguish the fire. Great tongues of flame licked the dark sky, the light of the stars choked out by red, orange, and yellow. The land had long since gone silent, save for the infernal crackling sound of hellish destruction, but the suffering of the land hung in the air as if it were a curse. Innocents perished, a once magnificent landscape was charred, and the small number of those who did survive would live with the image of hellfire seared into their souls.
Such was the case of Arcana Lucis, the youthful military leader with dark, choppy hair, bright blue eyes, and a multitude of freckles, who took the throne of Fatali after her parents passed. Arcana walked away from her incinerated kingdom with the biggest hole of all torn into her heart; she had failed to fulfill her duty of protecting her home and her people, and, worst of all, she had failed to protect the Crystal that her castle harbored. Without the Crystal, the world was violently eclipsed and plunged into darkness, never to see the light again. Every day, Arcana was forced to live in this gloom, a cruel reminder of her failures as a ruler to the
“That’s why we’re going to see them. We’re taking the land back, Arc, even if it’s just the two of us. We’re almost there, and when we do get there, we’ll fight them, I prom--” The redhead was then cut off by gunshots tearing through the eerily silent atmosphere, bullets whizzing through the air, and Arcana, shocked, turned her head to see 4 soldiers rushing towards them in a flurry. Their guns were aimed towards the two of them, on the road, and Arcana summoned her sword, hacking away aggressively at the soldiers. Her breaths came short and shallow as she stared at the blood dripping from her sword, but she managed to tear her attention away from it long enough to send a glance in the general direction of her