untitled - by Mayang

It was the beginning of the Second Century, when libbits live in peace by the Lakenrell. It was when the sun shined through the small windows of their comfy houses, and when the pirates can easily listen to the whispering wind by the oceans and seas.
In Marilliath, lived a type of unique creature, the libbits. Libbits were short and had their own style of hair, usually it would be curly or wavy, but rarely some were even straight-haired. The libbits that were born straight-haired will be known very wise and very clever. They were not allowed to cut their hair except if they choose to retire from the ‘wise libbit’ community. Some of the libbits were even pirates. Libbits were known for their excellence for being carpenters or pirating. Their light hands created fine results. A regular libbit will spend his life venturing the sea, smoking, eating, sit by porch and delight the sunset or sunrise. Libbits easily get grumpy, especially if they’re not comfortable or because their ships were stolen by other pirates. But mostly, libbits will just enjoy their lives in the beautiful green land of Breen.
But behind the wonders of Breen, darkness was growing. Although for so many years Filthïr the Dark Lord was known to be dead already, actually, he had been hiding in the gloomy caves up on the dim mountain, gathering power until gaining some followers.
“Hey!!!” Filthïr called, “I can’t let those creatures so proudly settle freely in the lands of Marilliath!! That is the main reason of having this meeting with all of you! I don’t want libbits alive except for being my slave.” He was so greedy that he kept his rule-the-whole-world ambition in his head, always.
“My lord, to destroy them, we need something mighty, unbeatable but still be under your command. Alive or dead.” answered one of his servants.
“Well, I’ve heard of the key of the ancient bloody barbarians of the west. It is a magical key which locked the malicious beasts of hell. Long ago, creatures that lived on the earth were very tainted and uncontrollable. The mighty gods cursed them and eventually lock them in the hell of wickedness and filth. Deciding that they (the prisoners) would not be allowed to be free anymore, the gods also cursed the key and hid it under the stones of Salty Mountain.” said an ogre. “But, the myth also said that anyone who had the heart to steal it away will be cursed, even if they die the curse will stay.”
“What is the curse?”
“People have not had the filthy guts to speak about it, nor to hear about it. That’s the only thing I know.”
“Humph!! I do not believe in any ghost stories no more! I’m sure that the spell's a fake, besides if people knew that the devils must not be unlocked, who would want to set them free?” Filthïr yelled. “Prepare for the pursuit, NOW !!!!!”
Immediately, the ogres went up with his followers to a gloomy mountain where Filthïr had regained his powers. In fact, by the dark meditation Filthïr had done, the wall of the caves had absorbed the terrible power. So Filthïr put a spell of living upon the walls of the cave. “Dig through the walls, they’re ready to be born…” He said with a mysterious grin. The ogres began to dig, by a few minutes scary shrieks appeared. ‘Things’ fell out of the walls as the ogres dig deeper and deeper. The ‘things’ were moving, screeching nasty creatures inside a green layer of sticky slime, the look of it was very similar to a baby within the mother’s womb. Slowly, those creatures cut through the slime and rose up. Their appearance was dreadfully identical with ogres. Only they’re much more able-bodied with giant muscles and massive iron fists. By the time these newborn ogres were many, without anymore explanation, were sent directly in search of the Key of Hell.
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Back in the peaceful Luiniel, a council was held, handling the report of the dark lord’s actions. It was attended by libbits - pirate libbits were not really hated. Because in their days, pirates were just ‘crazy libbits’ they called them, it’s because they were not as wicked as men’s pirates were. Libbit pirates would only explore, hunting and fishing, mostly. So the point is, the pirate libbits were trusted enough to be in the council as well, but of course, the long-haired one.
“Rumor has it that our enemy’s strength is coming back, and the key has been desired to be used by Filthïr.”  Zwane, the leader began. “Filthïr is not defeated yet. He is coming back.”
“Then what are we waiting for? We must kill him soon!”
“Yes! March into his lands and send him back to hell now!” the other libbits called out. Annoyed, Zwane responded to the libbits who always think very shortly, “We cannot do that, for we must not let him have the key first, we’ll be killed if the key unlocks the hell soon.”
“So we must get Filthïr away from the key, before killing him.”
After a long discussion they decided to trick Filthïr to give up his powers to things that he’s attracted most. So they sent Filthïr beautiful, tender things which he truly hates. First they sent one of the libbits, Dane, who’s disguised as an ogre, ‘pulling’ him by his words so that Filthïr wouldn’t even touch the key.
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In the darkness of the mountain, the ogres nearly arrived at the place where the key was known to be. By a few hours of quarrels, deciding which way they should take, ‘disguised Dane’ said, “My lord, I suggest that don’t you touch the key, it’s cursed!”  Filthïr doesn’t want to have anybody in his path, so he ignored him. “O, Filthïr the great, just don’t – UGH!!“ Angry Filthïr picked Dane by his neck and hung him to death.
The libbits didn’t thought they would have Dane die. So they sent Filthïr beautiful things which he hates, doves, flowers and two extra libbits as cute fluffy, cloud-white rabbits. They sent them to stay at the foot of the Mountain to prevent Filthïr from coming in. The libbits were really counting on these. But the next morning, one of the butterflies they sent brought news of Filthïr, it turns out that their two dear libbits were… cooked into rabbit stew for the whole evil company. There’s no time for grieve! They thought, so they tried and tried and tried and tried and got nothing good. Every move they made will just be an ant at Filthïrs hands! Useless and stupid.
  “What are we going to do now?!” a grumpy libbit said beneath his long beard and hair. The situation was worst than you think. Hope was failing. The old libbits sobbed in the great grieve before them. The fate of Breen was in their hands. The more they thought about the future, the more they weep, wetting their beard and hair.
Just then, a pirate scurried into the room, wondering why in the world the others are crying. He said, “Lord Zwane, your wife has –…”  <<BRAKK!!!>> Crashed the doors, “My husband!!!” “…come” he finished. A stunning, magnificent, gorgeous lady ran into the room.  It’s Zwane’s wife. Her beauty shone to the faces of the libbits. Her black hair was darker than the twilight, her lips were red as cherry. Nobody could ever avoid the fact of loving her.
“I heard the news of the Key, send me. Filthϊr wouldn’t resist me. I would die for the sake of our people.” she said hopeless. “I wouldn’t do that!” yelled Zwane. “You knew you’d die if you face him.”  
“I KNOW! But I would not choose to send our people into their doom!”
Then silence came, without any further comment, Zwane’s wife leave the room, heading to the paths where it leads to the mountain. Stunned, Zwane grabbed her hand, knowing that this is the only way, he allowed her to go.     

Within a few hours, Zwane’s lady appeared in front of Filthϊr. Filthϊr was surprised by her beauty. Without anymore thoughts, Filthϊr insisted her to be his wife. Knowing that this will happen, she said, “If you want me, you must not touch the key.” Hearing this, Filthïr was very angry. He tried to kill her, but he couldn’t. He was too stunned by her beauty. Hopeless, she then snatched his sword and instantly pierced it through Filthϊr’s guts and stabbed him continuously, sending him to his death. She didn’t know that it was going to work. Suddenly, the servants of Filthϊr were too angry they immediately cut her head off. Tears dripped from her blinking eyes before her head fell to the ground. Just a second after that, the ogres who were bound to Filthïr life banished from the earth and turned to dust.
By Filthϊr’s blood which floods the plains, plants began to appear everywhere. Vegetation creeps from the cracks of the dry earth. Beautiful trees and animals appeared. The waters emerged to flow again. The dark clouds got away from the sun’s way. The news was brought to Zwane and his company. They’re all happy, but Zwane himself wept because of his lover’s death.
The key was never to be touched, and like how any other remarkable fairy tales ended, then they live happily ever after.

~ The End ~