Journey to the Edge (Part 1.)

"R-R-R-R-R-YUZAARUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!."Kenjin would scream.He would start to unleash a blood-curdling scream."The heat is insane, and the sun should not be this bright, it's still morning time." a man would say while brushing off sweat from his forehead.Kenjin's scream could be heard from miles upon miles away, attracting more people to the crowd."This noise, this heat. It feels painful somehow. L-like every inch of my body is being prickledby thousands upon thousands of flaming needles. It does not hurt it's just uncomfortable."Said one of the guards whilst rubbing his skin to try to make it stop.After ten to fifteen minutes the screaming suddenly stopped as Kenjin vomited out a streamof blood, he was on both hands and knees as he began to pass out, still with tears streaming down his face. he would fall into the blood soaked mud, sinking half of his face in it."That familiar f-feeling, that heat, this boy is dangerous." The guard that read him his sentence would think to himself with a shocked look on his face."ADDING ON TO YOUR EXILE AND BANISHMENT FROM THE KINGDOM, YOU WILL SERVE 50 YEARS OF HARD LABOUR AT THE RANDER WELT LABOUR CAMP." The guard would announceThe crowd would go silent. People started to whisper among each other."They be sending that boy to Randerwelt eh?" a man whispered to his friend."I doubt he will even survive the journey, let alone stay at that godforsaken place forover half a century." One woman whispered.As Kenjin's consciousness was fading, he would remember glimpses of his childhood.Kenjin's only memory of his father was when he killed his mother out of rage, his fatherlater being arrested and executed by the guards. His mother was a prostitute known forsleeping with hundreds of men, being rude, not being very smart, and havingbeautiful blue eyes. When Kenjin was born his mother despised him for making her work harder to feed him and herself. After his mother cheated on his father he killed her with a metalrod. His father was an abusive man, he would regularly take out his anger on Kenjin. He adapted to his beatings and started thinking of ways to fight backor escape from him when he was on a rampage. At the age of 5 years, Kenjin had to spend over a week on the streets because his father told him to leave and never come back.He would regularly sleep in the mud, steal food, and rob from poorly made graves on the street. As he grew up the only family that he knew was his kind little brother, so Kenjin protected him with his life. Later on, he met Mr. Faran, who taught him how to defend himselfif anything happened, but he was never really too good at that. Around the age of 8, Kenjin crossed paths with a man in a white uniform, and a beautiful white haori.
This man had long flowing blond hair and was surrounded by Guards that seem
to have been protecting him. Kenjin was getting mugged by two large men who 
hustle for Numisma (Money). Just as one of the men was about to throw a punch
at Kenjin, his upper body would slide forwards and fall off. 
"W-WHAT THE HELL." the other man said with a scared and shocked look on his face.

The Blond haired man would walk up to him.
"Turn around and get on your knees, and apologize to this child. Since I did not see
you attempt to attack the boy I cannot punish you any more than this."
The Blond haired man said with an expressionless look on his face.
the mugger started to beg and plead for his life.
"P-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME." the mugger cried out
" Send him to camp." the blond man said to his guards.
The guards then proceeded to pick the man up from the floor and lock him in large metallic square-sized handcuffs. As the guards dragged the man away, without speaking another word
the blond hair man turned around and started walking away. 

"h-HEY I COULD HAVE DONE THAT ON MY OWN, I DONT NEED YOU PEOPLE IN YOUR WEIRD CLOTHING TO COME HELP ME." Kenjin yelled at the man.
The blond man continued to walk away, without ever looking back.
"What an aggressive child. His attitude and eyes set him apart from the rest of the people 
that inhabit this filthy place, the slums are a strange place indeed. Somebody like him is definitely not cared for by anyone, out of all the sick dying, poor, hungry, desperate, things living here he seems to still somehow have hope. He will soon come to find out that 
leaving poverty, Leaving the slums 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮."  the blond man thought to himself while walking away.


His eyes slowly start to open. Kenjin would find himself locked into an iron contraption that he is wearing like a helmet. he is in giant squared handcuffs, so heavy that he is forced to lean forwards. As he looks around he sees he is sitting in a small iron-like coffin with other men,
who are locked in with the same cuffs and headlocks as him. He can hear the galloping of
horses.
As he looks out one of the small holes in the wall, he would see that they are moving through a barren desert. 
"T-they must me transporting me, They must be transporting to that place they are all so afraid of." he thought to himself.

"Ahh, finally awake? how ya doing?"  the man sitting next to him said with a smile on his face.
He was bald, and had a large beard, with torn clothes.

"My name is Gerard. What is your name young sir?" The man asked.
Kenjin would stay quiet and look away.
"Oh, I see your parents thought you the way of the HeiligeKirche? That's fine you don't have to tell me your name if it's your belief, Well I personally never learned about any of that stuff so I am fine with you calling me Gerard. The gentleman with the afro here is Abironos Zhalair,
across from you is Mr. Bergenheiser, and sitting next to him is Duarar Rowalt.
We heard about you. You caused quite a ruckus. They got us for trying to steal food, so that would kind of make you the big man of this cart if you think about it hehehehe." Gerard said while slightly chuckling.
while Gerard is talking, Kenjin is looking down with a shocked and horrified look on his face  and 1 word repeats in his mind 
"Ryu- Ryu. Ryu, Ryu, ryu, RYU." 
Kenjin would try to suppress the images of his little brother's corpse, as best as he could.
After a few hours of driving in the desert, something becomes apparent.
"G-gosh it's like an oven in here, the temperature is insane, and my throat is completely dry."
Gerard says while breathing heavily.
It feels like all the moisture in the air is evaporating. Kenjin looks out the window at a barren desert and sees something unusual.
"Th-the sand is shining. I-its like thousands of tiny stars as far as the eye can see." He thought to himself while looking out through the hole in the wall.
"It's glass.." Says the man sitting across from Kenjin. 
"It's glass, we are currently traveling through what is called "𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵". 
The Valley of Hell is an enormous desert that is known for its insanely high temperature, 
travel through the valley is only allowed on the outskirts of it. 
The Deeper you travel into the Valley, the hotter it gets, if you look at the horizon you can see
thousands of shining lights. That is the reflection of light on masses of sand grain-sized pieces of glass, the temperature turns the sand to glass that's how high the temperature gets if you continue that way. Some expedition groups have tried to explore further than what they call the " 𝓖𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓓𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼".
If traveled even further the tint of the air and sky begins to change to a light shade of red.
If one enters this area they will be lit on fire. Surviving this plain is almost impossible since water evaporates around the glass dunes. Architects backed by large kingdoms have tried to 
travel further and further, but are unable to pass an area they dubbed "𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓪 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼."
The fire is so intense that it Burns as high as the clouds. Nothing as of yet has been seen to get 
passed the flames. These Flames are able to be transported and moved, But the cost is a whole operation team of 500 workers that try to extract candle-sized flames. 90% of them don't make it back alive."


"H-how do you know so much about it?" Kenjin would ask.
"Because i was sent on one of these operations. It is pure hell, it's a sick joke, Hundreds if not thousands of people died just so that they can create weapons to murder even more people."
The man said with a disturbed look on his face.

"Why do they treat their own people like this? i don't ge-" Kenji's line of thought would be interrupted by screaming from outside the cart, followed by a sudden flip of the cart.
The cart would roll onto a rock and one of the walls would be broken through.
As the cart finally stops rolling, they are left with an escape as there is a hole in the wall.
Kenji would slowly start the stand up as the impact of the crash broke his handcuffs and the chains connected to the wall. As Kenjin looks at the other captives he sees the man with the afro "Duarar Rowalt." bleeding large amounts of blood from his headlock.
"W-we hav-e to help h-im." Kenjin said stuttering.
"We can't help him boy he is already gone we need to move." Gerard said as he held his shoulders.
"A-re you just going to lea-ve your friend to die here" Kenjin responded with a confused look on his face.
"HE CAN'T BE HELPED. He's already gon-e it's too late."  Gerard would yell at him as he tries to hold back tears.
The remaining 4 captives climb out of the iron casket they were traveling in. 
They see giant boulders scattered everywhere. The Horses that were pulling the cart
Are lying dead on the floor. They hear a loud echo of a bird and look up, to see the figure of an eagle high in the sky, though it is hard to describe because of the sun.
The figure that was slowly moving through the sky suddenly stops and starts to get bigger and bigger, As their eyes widen at what they see, a giant shadow is cast onto them, They would be frozen out of horror.



𝓣𝓞 𝓑𝓔 𝓒𝓞𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓤𝓔𝓓...