Under a gloomy weather of a sky that never shone for a long time, lies a long forgotten city, hidden in a tomb of time, beneath dust and dark clouds, carrying only death and pain, no longer sun nor glory, deep inside a hidden vally between two enormous mountain that barely shielded the demise from above, was the lost city, its walls made of clay that barely held itself, houses carved into both sides of the mountains, a single contact could make it fall apart and bury itself, streets filled with unbearable dust which could make one's lungs tear apart and cough till death, it was truly miserable.
Then, the clouds tore apart, spreading from eachother creating a large gap, as if fleeing something out of fear, this anomaly never happened before in long years, the magical scene of clouds seperating was not alone, it was accompanied with a small droplet of golden liquid, the drop itself shone, as if it was a blood of a deity, or a portion of sweat dropping from the sun, at times it's golden in colour, sometimes twitching and transforming into pure white, like a priest's robes, and times only yellow with a glow that could burn the desperate eyes of the residents of this foresaken land.
"Gloria", from its previous name, was always a glorious and authorizing city in all the realm, in the might of it's almighty creator "Ezeris" the one who forged it with his large hammer, he struke on the mountain the first time, shattering it in half, creating natural defenses for "Gloria", then the second strike forging homes and large magnificent palaces of marbel and gold in between the mountains, in the vast space, hanging on pillars, between bridges, and above the hills, then, came the third strike, the final and the fatal strike, named "The strike of blasphemy" or "The act of daring", he raised his eyes upwards towards the towering sun, and threw his hammer upon it, forcing a large portion of it's power and glory to rain over "Gloria" bathing it in brilliance, and bringing it absolute authority.
The punishment of "Ezeris" was fatal, it was a fall for him and his city from grace, to the darkest of shadows, to dance with the deviles of banishment and the punishment of glory.
The droplet descended with a warm, and a burning glow, unshadowed yet dark at the same time, it illuminated the desperate faces of the residents, yet, they were more afraid than relished.