The Underworld

Darkness had enveloped the place. The moon shone through the papery waves of water on the surface; throwing an eerie silver glow on the whole surrounding. Shadows waited patiently in their immobile poses, unable to move a muscle. Coupling with this mannerism, silence rode in and captured the whole murky and gloomy area and transformed it into an abode permeated with silence and sorrow and grief.

Invisible in the darkness stood the gates; large structures fashioned out of colorful coral, mined and taken from the vast expanse of the Reef, their home. It stood by them at all times, held them together, and protected them from the creatures of the dark; the barbaric creatures of the black abyss which threatened their survival and endangered the thriving of life in the pale liquid "Underworld".

The gates stood stationery in their nightly stand. Fastened to security by the strand of seaweed, the entryway to the haven was protected to a magnanimous extent by various clans in their own ways. But what was going to proceed would bring forward the feeling of utter disbelief and shock. It would not just be disarming strike, it would be a strike to the heart; a strike that would kill.

The steady groan pierced the silence and shattered the peace of the region. Emanating from a mammoth shadow almost a mile long, the groan loudened as the mysterious object sprinted through the waves at a very high speed. Mysterious and unknown, the ghost object cast a shadow darker than coal on the guards, who were alerted to their maximum level. And as the hovering threat neared, they got into action.

All of the protectors raced to their battle stations and were about to lay seige on the attackers from the unknown when the blast cut their way off. A horrific boom entwined with the screams and shrieks of the people swimming from the falling fortress. The enormous object raced to the bottom and soon it would engulf their home; completely breaking it apart and crushing it with its massive size. Strange shaped pieces of metal fell to the floor, and got hidden in the blanket of darkness created by the drowning vessel. A strange liquid started accumulating on the moonlit surface; and below it the breathing weakened. Citizens flew past the gates with their relatives in tow, and scampered to safety.

The dark liquid managed to cut off the already scarce moonlight and pledged its allegiance to the darkness. But at the surface, there was a different war already in action. The spilled liquid burst into flame and ate into the oxygen which was keeping the creatures of the underworld alive but it was all in vain; and there was nothing left to do.

But pray. And they did. They called out to their Lord; called for help; for sanctuary; and for life. And so He came. Out to help his devotees, his beloved children. Anger bristling in him, he vowed that he would not rest till he had won; till he avenged his children’s' deaths. He would do it to protect His world, the world which began below the waves and went on till the hard rock bottom. His world was the one other's called the "Underworld" and he knew not why.

But he loved it and now there would be war, and his world-the world under water-would be victorious. The Underworld would prevail.