Natural Contest: BRAVE

Eight gaint planets hung onto the heavens above, their orbital dance on their natural path solitary and unobstructed. Preoccupied with their monotonous display of servitude, they help reflect the glory from the stars beyond and their gaint moons playing second fiddle revealed the timeless and strange world below.

The valley of despair, a glorious landscape covered in mystery and rich history. The land that's said to have received many acient warriors, giving shame and humiliation to some and equally glory and honor to others.

The valley situated in the centre of an unimmaginable mountain range reminiscent of the jaw of death, its dimension in the tens of thousands of kilometers, its entrance dwarfing the gaints of old and sending its seductive invitations to all warrors who behold it.

The sky of the valley filled with gaint meteors, few rushing to their doom as they crash to the earth below with explosive fireworks, their legacy competing with the cataclysmic thunderstorm blanketing the heavens above with thunderbolts threatening to annihilate anything on whim for the title of the fiercest and most beautifully destructive.

Large bead of rocks rolled down from the mountains bordering the valley to the feet of the titanic statue of forgotten warriors of valor standing ceremoniously to encircle the valley as they watch solemly shadows of contest that long took place in the valley, now replaced by the crazy display of the valley's ground - molten sand geysers reaching a height of few thousand kilometers aporoaching the suspended meteors above, hot sand mixed with glass whirpools as large as an island and irregular sand waves as high as skyscrapers which for some reason are incapable of plotting a regular track.

On an open land connected to the valley's entrance a solitary but majestic silhouette came into view and approach the valley, apparently taking the valley's invitation.

This tall cloaked figure with two brightly glowing green eyes peeking from directly under the hood hiding his visage took a pause in front of the valley called despair and then release a sigh before taken the few steps that sets him into the dangerous valley.

"So its here finally"

The figure upon stepping into the valley raised his head to the arrogant display above the heaven and muttered with a relieved voice and countenance.

As perceived with a spiritual eye a green glow emanating fom this figure expands rapidly and instantaneously bathing the whole landscape which like a command put the whole concerted crazy display of the valley on hold, ushering in calmness and tranquility in every dimensions.

"Will you ants show your faces already"

A soft and deep voice filled with calmness and dignity echoed in the valley as this figure with a step reached the centre of this immensely vast valley.

From below this figure's feet a golden altar carved for the most eminent of deities rose slowly as this figure in a lotus position assume his natural place on top of the altar with one of their hand supporting their cheek and the other on their lap tapping their knee rhythmically.

"You cowards don't tell me you truly have no balls"

The figure mouthed, his voice laced with provocations.

"This hiding, i hate"

A figure of cosiderable height and bulk mouthed as he with heavy and suffocating steps betrays his place of hiding and found his own place not that far from the majestic figure seated on the golden altar.

Not long after, silhouetted figures, male and female, young and old, of different species, races, forms, sizes, color, aura, even different weapons and apparels like a mob emerge from the cracks and shadows of the mountain bordering the valley with presense that can suffocate the spirit, overload the mind and distort the flesh.

"Ahh ah, and here i tought we hid well, who would have tought we will be easily discovered"

A bespectacled figure standing on a floating mobile plaform approaching the golden altar said, his voice tinged with feigned disappointment and his feigned sombre expression under his big spectacle mask an arrogant glee.

"Several lords, let me introduce you to the lord i reserve my highest respect, the ruler of the west, the ..."

"Hey glasses, state your problems already"

The dignified voice of the majestic figure on the altar interrupted the bespectacled figure who is about to start something the majestic figure consider a monkey show.

"Ah ehm"

The bespectacled figure cleared their throat and continued, not in the least fazed.

"My lord as you already know the people of BRAVE have decided you transfer all your rights and possessions to our alliance... so we can help properly manage them on your behalf.."

"So you are saying i should become a puppet your alliance can control for the good of the people of BRAVE"

the majestic figure rephrased with sacarsm and a chuckle, acting like a wonderful realization hit them.

The majestic figure continued in a deep and low voice as their expression turned serious.

"What makes you idiot think i care for the people of this world"

They raised their head, stare at the bespectacled guy and demanded with authority "Answer me glasses"

"My lord this is the will of the people. And at this time when the world is welcoming peace, its our alliance duty and everyone's respinsibility to maintain it. Or my lord don't tell me you want to go against the times, the will of the world, the will of the masses."

The bespectacled figure replied as they adjust their cheap looking spectacle, their tone and expression stern and righteous.

(Sigh) the majestic figure exasperated asked "Are the six rats hiding in the sewers behind you the enforcer of the will of the world, the will of the people, your source if confidence"

As the majestic voice came to life and echoed, the assembly of ambushers descended into panic, a gloomy atmosphere seized control of the valley and the expression on the face of the bespectacled guy in particular twisted like shit.

Continuing with their lecture, the majestic figure rose on their feet, their glory and splendour, a testament to a chronicle of hell and heaven, overrides all presence and their will singing the song of invincibility brings to life the acient warrior of valor casted in precious stone.

"It never changes, beginning and the end, heaven and earth, light and darkness, man and nature, the strong and the weak, idiots and..."

The majestic figure paused, his glowing green eyes locked to the bespectacled figure who have already scrambled their way to the back of the numerous powerful beseiger with a ashen countenance, a short breath, a heart violently beating and a shaken spirit.

"Come, let's communicate with our fist and let might be right, little ones"

the skies and the earth of the valley resumed their crazy displays as the majestic voice arrogantly declared with a wide smile, their hooded cloak blown away revealing their bestial and enviable self.

And finally hell contested for a place on earth.