Obra sensed that something was wrong. Something seemed ... different.
Obra de la Historia was a 35-year-old man, he lived in the village of Thierce, in the kingdom of Lieux. He was the teacher of the village, the only one given the smallness of the village and the lack of wealth of the region. It was a remote corner, neglected from the center of power. The capital preferred to be interested in the central lands, where the nobles ruled. Thierce was also far from being attractive by being located in the far north of the kingdom, close to the Deaths Fangs. The Deaths Fangs were mountains covered with spikes like monster fangs that peaked as high as no man had ever reached. It must be said that they completely surrounded the kingdom of Lieux and that no one had ever seen them beyond. A legend said that anyone who touched them would die in excruciating pain. That's why no one approached them and obviously no one had tried to climb them. No one, let's say most sane people. Indeed, at the foot of these mountains, just in front of the school in the village of Thierce, you could see the skeletons of the unfortunate people who once tried to attempt the ban.
Obra was teaching his students aged 7 to 10 as usual, the math class was going pretty well if we forgot two heckling toddlers. However, the teacher felt some unease. The ten o'clock bell rang and the children rushed into the yard. The professor stood alone in the classroom for a moment to think about things that might bother him. After a moment of reflection, the man said to himself that it was nothing, that he was delusional. So he went to join the students in the courtyard. It was not originally a yard, it was an enclosure that the villagers had rearranged to meet the needs of the school. The boys were jumping and running around, the thirty-something watching the children with a protective eye when he realized what was wrong.
Wind. The wind this morning was not coming from the South as usual but from the North.
More precisely Deaths Fangs where the skeletons lay. A shiver ran through Obra. He knew something huge was about to happen. He looked in the direction of the bodies of the damned and saw a figure that shouldn't have been there. It was a man, he seemed to see. He saw a long gray beard tinted with white protruding from the only fabric that hid his body. They looked like rags well worn by time. He was walking slowly towards the Deaths Fang cemetery. Any normally constituted human being would know that one should not venture to this place. When Obra came to his senses, still absorbed by the sight of this man, his instincts dictated him to bring the children inside the school in order to protect them. Protect them from what? Obra didn't know, but he knew it was the right thing to do. The students did not understand the reaction of their teacher when he told them to rush into the classroom. However, they gave in very quickly after noticing the pale complexion and the more than worried face of their teacher. After he finished rushing the last toddler into the school, Obra returned to the yard to see what the old man was doing. This one walked between the corpses now devoid of flesh and headed straight for the murderous stone wall. With every step Obra's heart beat faster and faster. The old man stopped. He put both hands against the wall. Obra felt his heart stop. He couldn't do anything. Fear had paralyzed his legs. He couldn't even make a sound anymore. He knew that what was to happen would change the era in which he lived. The old one seemed to focus for a moment. This moment seemed to last for hours for the poor teacher. Then all of a sudden we felt a jolt. A tremor came directly from the Deaths Fangs and reached Thierce. This raised a huge cloud of dust and nothing could be seen for a few minutes. Then a noise was heard. A deafening uproar echoed and Obra saw a fissure grow faster and faster along the mountains. An unnamed din echoed throughout the valley, followed by another cloud of dust. When the latter was gone, Obra saw in horror the mountains crumble. The wall that had once prevented men from seeing beyond was gone. It was then that this man, totally paralyzed by what he had just watched, saw the old man going through what was before the greatest nightmare of men. Obra didn't know what to think, he was still in shock. However, he was sure of one thing. Things were going to change, whether for good or bad. This is how an era ended and a new era began.