Moonshine
And the moon…the moon was shining on the sand. Soaked in blood…covered with bodies…full of debris. The sand on which a battle thousands of years in the making took place…
Two thousand years ago invaders came to the lands of the Vertigo tribe. Covered in mystery these shadowed warriors came out of the mist, massacred the tribe’s finest men and disappeared as quickly as they came. But they returned and this time they stayed. They enslaved the rest of the populations using women for breeding and sacrificing every boy to honor their gods. The girls they kept for themselves. The heritage and memory of the Vertigo was on the brink of extinction. For two thousand years the tribe struggled to keep their history alive. For two thousand years brave women hid they baby boys in the forests praying to their Goddess for their survival. And they did survive. Magical creatures lived in the forests of Vertigo. The tribesmen called them ‘demons’ for all things unknown to them were evil. But these creatures were old…they had the wisdom of eons for they were immortal.
They raised a child…the first of many…on who would lead the armies of Vertigo and liberate his homeland. They called him Salus – ‘Salvation’ and they granted him and everyone after him the gift of eternal life. For two thousand years Salus gathered his army until one faithful day…
The sun was red in the horizon. The night was closing in on the lands of Vertigo. Then the forests thundered and the armies of Vertigo poured on the invaders like raindrops in summer. Not losing even in the smallest bit their ability to fight after two thousand years of peace, the invaders quickly took control of the battlefield. One by one the men fell on the sands of their homeland kissing it before their last breaths left their bodies. By midnight it was all over. The invaders had won with almost no casualties. The cries of the women of Vertigo echoed through the darkness…
And then they disappeared. Just as quickly as they came two thousands years ago the invaders were gone…back into the mist never to be seen again. Vertigo was freed by the blood of its children…
And the moon…the moon was shining on the sand…
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