City of Balhorose, winter. Reign of Anax Sillas Mors; Capital of Morssorsterra.

Everleigh stood in the less crowded market staring at the shrunken vegetables which is considered a treasure in this chaotic hungry season. The market in Balhorose was once the most crowded and noisiest of all markets in Morssorsterra but now with the befallen calamity, their city is undergoing their most troubled moments. The most crowded once a sumptuous market now looked almost empty except for a few sellers. She thought the calamity everyone was talking about was just a formulated rumor some ideal gossipers were spreading. But now, standing in the market, grim reality is beginning to set in. Food is scarce. Their electricity had been gone for days. There are no more animals to hunt in the bush. And now even drinking water is becoming difficult to acquire. Their kind are dying because of hunger and disease.

She used her last remaining money and bought some vegetables, trying not to think of the problem at hand. Shuffling through their once richest and the most beautiful capital in morssorsterra. She looked at her feet's and the ruined soil beneath it. Their soil is now useless, being unable to produce yields this season is devastating. If care is not taken, everyone will die. She thought through the rumors one more time, is the sudden befallen calamity true? Some are saying that Morssorsterra was cursed by an old female Neogapulla whose daughter was raped and killed by a royal family. Some are saying the king disobeyed the seven (wailons). But no one actually knows the real cause behind all their sufferings. Even with one of the most pious kings, it's difficult for the people of Morssorsterra to survive such befallen curse. If nothing is done about it, there will be no life left in the kingdom.

She shuffled through the ruins of the city feeling all hungry and alone. After the death of her parents, she's left alone to fend for herself. And ever since, her animal had disconnected herself from her. She couldn't feel her for months.

Everleigh wonders if her Neogapulla is still alive. But there was a time she felt a sharp stab in her heart and that's when she felt the pain her animal is going through. She's still mourning the death of her parents. She wished she could do something about it but she's helpless. She just wish her animal speaks to her even if it's once.

And oh! Everleigh didn't mention that the creatures in Morssorsterra are not mortals and are not from the earth. They are one of the most strongest animals in the universe. Their shape shifting ability making them special and different above all else. They are ferocious and cold blooded animals that feeds mostly on other animals. Though they have some similar features to Jaguar, they differ in lots of ways. A good example is their hairy features and they are much bigger than Jaguar's. They are beautiful creations. Everleigh taught of the last time she shifted. It had been eight months and she's weaker as days goes by. Tears burned her eyes as she thought of how miserable her animal is now. Everyday she had to fight the urge to walk to the nearby sea and drown herself.

Alone in his throne room in the palace, Anax Sillas Mors watched the beautiful blue sky through the large windows of his throne room. The sky was filled with stars, lighting up the chaotic city as if his people weren't suffering, as if everywhere was peaceful.

He diverted his gaze to the garden which had always been filled with flowers. Butterflies circling, jumping from one flower to another as the soft light of the moon illuminated the garden giving it a serene feel. He used to go down and watch them. In difficult times, he'd sit alone and think hard when it gets cumbersome to make difficult decisions as an Anax. But now, the garden is ruined.

He thought of his people, his Anassa and his unborn child. As an Anax, father and husband he had to take care of everyone in his kingdom but his people's sufferings worries him seriously. He must find a way to make things better again. He have ruled the kingdom for over two hundred and fifty years and he's not going to let his kingdom fall. With the reports of large numbers of his people's death all around the states in Morssorsterra including the capital, it borders him as an Anax to fix their problems.

Five days ago, after he received the news of his Anassa's pregnancy, he was so excited yet devastated. How could he allow their Andromeda to be birthed in a world filled with troubles? He became more determined to find a solution to the problem at hand and only the Wailons can help him with this.

The people of Morssorsterra call them Wailons or the Seven. The Wailons are known to be seven in number hence their name; the seven. But from the beginning of time till date, only six of the Wailons are known. No one knows who the seventh Wailon is even the Wailons themselves have no idea. They are the strongest Neogapulla's in Morssorsterra. They are the only Neogapulla's with three tails instead of one and they have special abilities that even the king lacks. For instance they have the ability to charm speak. They are the ancestors of Circe; the Greek sorceress. They have lived for fifty thousand years and never seem to get old. That have been a mystery to their kind. They are well respected and treated as elders. The king always consult them when making important decisions.

Anax Sillas Mors watched the last of the Wailons as they walked elegantly into his dignified throne room. They look majestic, yet handsome and young like the goddess of youth had kissed them and rubbed all her blessings on them.

Leaving the window, the Anax walked back into his throne room, his shoulders tense and his jaw rigid. His black tunic clung to his solid frame, his chiselled jaw covered with stubbles, his long nose, straight and sharp making him look more manly.

"Welcome, my elders. Now, have your seats", the Anax deep and loud voice echoed above the room. He claimed the stairs of his gigantic throne and sat, looking all mighty.

"Yes Anax", they all answered in unison bowing their heads, showing respect to their Anax after which they all sat on their seats.

The room was silent for a moment. The Anax glanced towards them, the tension between them was evident. Looking away, he sighed and ran his hand frustratedly over his messy hair. "I need your help", he stated blatantly.

"What shall we help you with, your magesty?" Asked Harvey. He was wearing a pure white tunic, his stony face void of any curiosity which shows how quite aware he is of what the king's question is going to be but he just asked the question to confirm  his suspicions.

"I need your help in saving my people and kingdom. Do you remember the great prophecy? The prophecy revealed by the high prophetess?"

"Yes your majesty. We remember it clearly as if it was revealed yesterday. What about it, Anax?" Alfred seemed curious. He had always been impatient and straight forward. Wearing a dark grey tunic, a stony expression on his face. He always looked different from the other Wailons. Though, they all have stoic features, there's something in Alfred the Anax couldn't put his fingers on. His personality always borders him.

The Anax thought of the prophecy, recalling it like it was passed to their kind just yesterday. Fixing his eyes in the wall in the distance, he spoke motionless.
"A pure royal of the ancient blood. Lost in a world void of her kind. Destined to end the life of an ancestor . A traitor destroyed with the flaming sword of the saviour", the Anax hesitated remembering the next lines. He felt scared for a moment.

At the moment, Achilles helped the king to complete the prophecy.
"And see the kingdom in endless death, ruins and damnation. The birth of the saviour_ Morssorsterra shall preserve or perish", he sighed for a moment glancing over the cold room to see the look on everyone's scrunched faces. Their troubled features betraying them, showing how curious and worried they all were. He knew they were the getting hints from the long delivered message by the high priestess. He pressed on. "And only the saviour shall see to the disintegration of the three sacred treasures_ _ _ ending the world of sorrows and relentless anguish for Morssorsterra. A binding oath to keep with a final breath".

The throne room became colder for a moment. Everywhere had turned quiet like a grave yard. It seems the ancient prophecy revealed six thousand years ago is starting to ring a bell in their minds. The quieter they stayed the harder it became. The tension between them was evident and everyone's stoic features wasn't helping.

"The birth of the saviour_ Morssorsterra shall preserve or perish", the Anax repeated an important line of the prophecy, deciding to end silence and ease the tension growing in the room. " We all know the saviour is our Andromeda yet to be born. But I don't know who the prophecy is talking about ", the Anax moaned getting frustrated. "Destined to end the life of an ancestor. A traitor destroyed with the flaming sword of the saviour", the Anax stared at the Elders troubled. "Who do you think it is?" He looked scared.

"That i don't know, your majesty", Felix replied. He seemed more relaxed than everyone. His fair skin accentuating, showing his youthfulness. "But we are the only ancestors in Morssorsterra. The Wailons", he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Your magesty, do you think all the current deaths is as a result of the great prophecy? Do you think the long destined prophecy is happening now?" Asked Magnus.

The Anax closed his eyes as if saying a prayer, he looked troubled. "Yes, I think the great prophecy is happening. It makes sense now. Everything happening lately, the massive pile of the Neogapulla's dead bodies, the ruins in Morssorsterra", the Anax nodded his head, exhausted and tired.

"I don't think so, my Anax!" Albert spoke, his voice loud and deep. He had remained quiet through out their conversations. He had always been the quiet type and only speaks when the situation is dire or when deemed necessary. His green tunic clinging to his broad shoulders, feeting his light brown skin. "I don't think its time for the great prophecy, your magesty" , he repeated.

"Why do think so, Albert?" asked the Anax.

"Our saviour hasn't been birthed yet. And we have no traitor amongst ourselves", he seemed quite annoyed after speaking his last sentence.

The Anax nodded, understanding. He looked nervously at the Wailons. "Then", he said. "What will you have me do?"

Everyone was quiet but Magnus being the eldest of the seven spoke. "By choosing to trust and ask for our help, we will help you save Morssorsterra as best as we can".

Before he could continue, a sparkle of light appeared in the room, like a very bright red touch had been switched on. Achilles scrambled from his seat, his finely made boots hitting the marbled floor. The height of his blue exorbitant tunic touching his finely made boot boots. He is a tall Neogapulla , his dark long hair braided over his shoulders.

No one moved or spoke, they were all starring at him curious as to what he's up to. Instead the Wailon approached the Anax and bowed respectfully. He unclasped the necklace on his neck and take some few steps, appearing right in front of the Anax's view.

"The birth of the saviour_ Morssorsterra shall preserve or perish. And only the saviour shall see to the disintegration of the three sacred treasures_ _ _ ending the world of sorrows and relentless anguish for Morssorsterra", he repeated some parts of the great prophecy and held out his palm to the Anax. A bright Red light lightened the throne room, making the room red. The Anax gazed down at Achilles palm. A red heptagonal pebble layed on his right palm.

Without hesitating, he reached for the pebble and grabbed it on his right palm, gazing down at it. He had never paid too much attention to the jewelry hanging on the Wailons neck before. He figured it was just a tiny Red shinny pebble, so Red the bright light kept flashing through his vision. It felt soft and smooth. His fingers rubbed on the pebble surface, a cold feeling started in his fingers as he fumbled with it. He felt the power of the pebble reeling into his being, urging his to destroy anyone who dared disobey him. Suddenly it felt heavier on his palm, freezing his knuckles. He quickly recoiled his left hand from the item. "What is this? And why is it so powerful?"

"Your highness, I think this is one of the sacred treasures the great prophecy is talking about", Achilles spoke.

"Every Wailon have one of this. We were birthed with it inside our hearts. We had to cast a spell to get it out. It was passed to us by the goddess Circe, stipulating us her descendants", Magnus explained at length.

"But your highness this can be very dangerous", Felix pointed out as if stating the obvious.

" How so?" Asked the Anax.

"You felt the power of the sacred treasure when you touched it. We cant make the mistake of letting our enemies acquire such a powerful treasure. Its so powerful and if acquired by wrong hands, it power will be totally abused doing more harm than good. It should only be used to save the land of Morssorsterra", Alfred explained in details.

"We knew this treasure is the only thing able to save our land from the curse laid on us, but you see Anax , we had waited for you to ask for us and ask for our help. And we will help our kingdom out of this mess as best as we can", Harvey added.

"Alright", said the Anax. "Please do everything you can to save my kingdom".

"Yes Anax", they all replied and everyone was raising from their seats and walking out.

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Two days after the Anax's meeting with the seven. All the creatures in Morssorsterra were gathered in the palace as ordered by the Anax. Each of the Wailons had sacrificed their ancestral treasure to save their land. The Neogapulla's watched as each of the Wailons dropped a colourful glowed pebble on the stone pillars; white, green, Purple, Silver,Golden and Red. The six stone pillars arranged vertically. Their colour lighted the entire city giving it a beautiful look.

Everleigh stood among the crowd of curious and hopeful Neogapulla's, fear spreading up her limb legs. She watched the Wailons as each of them stood in front of their pillars, staring down at their ancestral treasure.

She pushed through the crowd and wheeled around to have a clear view of the seen. The light glowing from their eyes descended onto their pebbles making each one of the item float in the air, moving higher up like their land have lost it's gravity.

Horror struck, Everleigh released a gasp as their lips started moving, muttering a different language she had never heard before. She have heard of how powerful the Wailons are and their significance in their land because they are even considered legends. But right now, watching everything unfolding in front of her, she's now convinced that it wasn't an exaggeration.

She heard lots of gasps from the crowd as the pebbles started moving towards each other. she watched, her mouth opening involuntary, as the pebbles all collided at once forming a single gigantic item. The item glowed so bright, the colour difficult to identify. Everywhere became silent, as silent as the snow on the ground as the crowd watched in awe as the gigantic item divided into three.

The three sacred treasures; The Red, purple and green. Were floating in the air looking beautiful, smooth and shiny. The three pebbles disappeared as the Wailons continued speaking in tones. It suddenly disappeared and till date no one knows of their where about. The Mors(Red) meaning life, the Sors(purple) meaning wealth and Terra(green) meaning Land and since then, the land of Morssorsterra had been peaceful.

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