“It is done, my king,” a voice resonated in the empty throne room, save for two people. The grief and loathing in his voice and tone were crystal clear. To whom the loathing was directed to, the man himself was confused. Whether it was to himself or at the King.
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The King, who sat upon his throne, gazed down at the man kneeling before him with disgust and disinterest. “You killed them all?” the King questioned.
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The man clenched his fists. “Yes,” he whispered, a single tear dripping down his chin. He mourned for those who knew as well as those he did not know. He mourned for all that had come upon his way.
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Up close, one can see that the man was most strange. He had a peculiar set of eyes — where the whites should be, were colored with black, the iris itself a dark purple, and the pupil, an odd shape. His hair was pure white and his skin, a coal black with golden runes and symbols etched across his skin.
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His kind was called the Kuraas. It was an ancient civilization that had thrived for centuries, unstoppable and unyielding to all the forces of Kiryu, the home planet of their kind! The Kuraas were the descendants of the angel and demon, therefore were gifted with the power to control nature.
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With their magic, they were powerful, but the Kuraas never misused it, for they knew the responsibility of holding such power. They had all been rulers of Kiryu, noble, respected and feared. . . until one night. The Tarwus, rebellious and fierce, had attacked the Kuraas’ King. The Kuraas never expected it, so the death of their King caused panic and fear, disrupting the peace of the Kuraas. With this opportunity the Tarwus, invaded all the Kuraas.
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The King of Tarwus then took in a fifteen year old Kuraas boy under his wing. The King trained him to become an assassin. An assassin who will assassinate his own kind. The Kind decided that their mortal weapons were useless against the great powers of the Kuraas. So the only way to destroy them was by using their gifts against them. By turning their blessings into a curse. And that curse came in the form of the assassin boy who was sent on several missions, on each mission, he was to kill each and every Kuraas that entered his vision.
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And this assassin boy was Sarun, now the man that knelt on the ground. He had returned from his final mission, killing off the last of his kind. A baby, Sarun thought in disbelief. He had killed a baby.
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A single boy had killed his entire Kingdom, bathing in the blood of the Kuraas and setting the Kuraans ablaze. The great Kuraas were no more. Beautiful, mighty angels were they, and like Lucifer from earth, they fell from the sky, crumbled into ashes and blood. People were killed. Libraries and Kuraas books set on fire. Rivers filled with their corpses and blood. Their religion was tarnished and banned. Their sacred language of the demon and angels, tarxiac text, spoken no more. Not even whisper.
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Just like that, by a single soul, the eternal Kuraas came to a tragic end. And what of the assassin boy? Well, simply put, Sarun was assassinated. That was the end of the Kuraas.
