War, an armed battle that can last through the ages. It can destroy and create. It is the hand of death and the garden of beginnings.
Ants understood this ancient truth and would not hesitate to fight. The great spider, Father Webb brought them together in his sanctuary but their beliefs tear them apart. The conflicting side that refused to open their heart and free their minds brought aggression and aggression brought war, a terrible war.
The Kingdom of the honorable Fire Ants drew their blades to the cunning Myrmica Region and they drew blood to the Fire Ants. The mighty Bullet Ant Army swung their axes to the secretive Odontomachus Clan and they devoured the Bullet Ants. The resourceful Carpenter Ant Colony threw wooden spears at the humble Weaver Ant Empire and they trapped the Carpenter Ants. It was a total bloodbath.
It had to stop and Father Webb knew what needed to be done. So he’d created the mystical veil and the six tribes were separate and peaceful once again. But peace never last long and it begins during the Fire Ant Kingdom, The Inferno’s festival and the queen, Ebele IV was having her fortune done by Sister Webb, an elder spider priest that can see into the future.
“Sister Webb, Merideth, tell me what you see. Tell me what is to be.” The Fire Ant Queen requested with nectar in her crystal chalice.
The lady spider placed her bowl on the altar rug, lit the wax candles, revealed her herbs in a small withered bag and began the sightseeing ritual. Sister Webb began to hum as she’d wrapped her thread with the herb and burned it with one of the candles. As the fire consumed it, she’d quickly threw it in the bowl then a gigantic cloud of smoke filled the throne room, covering the sight of everyone.
The royal guard coughed from the blast of smoke and Queen Ebele waved the lavender steam away and took a sip of the chalice filled nectar.
“Tell me, child of the spider, what is it to be this season?” The queen pleaded as she saw through the mist eyes of pure light.
“The peaceful day is at an end.”
“The seasons of green and the war of red will blend.”
“Treachery will bring down the veil.”
“And boulders will rain like hail.”
“Golden hands in foul play.”
“The chosen one must be away.”
“To go underground so very farther.”
“And meet the spider father.”
“To save the garden from foul golden hands.”
“Though the destiny is hard to understand.”
“But if he fails and dies with pain.”
“The purge will come and nothing will be the same.” The spider foretold as the smoke show images of the future.
It disturbed the queen so as her hands shook. As the smoke cleared, Sister Webb fainted. The guards assisted the sister up as the vision made her grow weak.
“Easy, sister.” One of the guards cautioned as they help her.
“Yes, yes, I-I am fine… Please, let me see the queen.” She’d rasped as she’d grabbed her cane and hobbled towards the matriarch.
As the elder priest approached the troubled queen with a gentle nature and helped bring the female ant to her senses.
“T-there must be a mistake! The veil has been in placed for three-hundred generations! It’s unbreakable, it’s impossible to fail!”
“Nothing is impossible.”
With fear in her eyes, she’d called for one of her royal scouts and with no time, the servant of the crown came.
“Journey to the veil! Have no one approached it! It must not be torn down! GO!!” The frazzled queen ordered as the panicking scout quickly rush out after giving a quick, “Yes, my liege!”
He’d smacked into a pillar but then continued on his quest.
“One who tries to avoid their path is always the one that goes down it.” The spider warned as the queen was a nervous wreck.
“My queen, I know that you want your country to thrive and Inferno to burn brightly but war is coming.” Sister Webb sighed heavily as her smooth hands patted the queen’s fancy fabric covered shoulder’s softly.
“So… We are doomed…”
“No, my queen, have you forgotten what I said. ‘The chosen one must be away. To go underground so very farther. And meet the spider father. To save the garden from foul golden hands. Though the destiny is hard to understand.’” The woman reminded as she’d walked back down.
“The chosen one?” The queen wondered as she’d tilt her head.
“Right, so we must wait until the hero comes and reveal themselves. Until then, we must prepare for the worst to come.” The spider advised as the queen looked to her window.
As Queen Ebele watched from the window, she saw the scout rushing towards the veil by wings. The scout flew as hard and as fast as he could to protect the shield that has kept war at bay for so long.
“I hoped I’m not too late. I hoped I’m not too late. I hoped I’m not too late. I hoped I’m not too late. I hoped I’m not too late. I hoped I’m not too late.” He’d repeated like a mantra as he’d made his way to the veil.
It was a beautiful thing as it looked like stained glass but more gorgeous as it danced in the sunlight. The greatest work Father Webb ever created stood before him as he’d reached its charming structure. The scout looked any sign of betrayal or anything or anyone that would want to disturb the veil.
“Maybe I got an ahead of them. I’ll just have to wait then.” The scout sighed as he’d relaxed on the soft grass.
But unbeknownst to him, the disaster was beginning. From the treetop lied a castle that protected the veil since there was one. From the heart of the castle, lies the Pin, the pin keeps the veil together and prevents one ant from crossing the other ants country and vice-versa. It has been a well-kept secret over the generations.
But not anymore…
A hooded person entered the threshold with confidence and grace but as soon as they came towards the door to the next room, it brought to life the stone ant warriors and pounced on the intruder.
But they were no match for the magic that the intruder wielded as they were sliced into dust. With the crumbled warriors destroyed, the hooded one was able to pass the first trial but there were more dangers to come. As they entered the room, they’d intentionally stepped on the sigil that activated the next trap. The walls soon brought spikes and quickly began to close in on each other as the floor turned hot as coal.
Using the spikes as a path, the intruder flawlessly passed through the second trial as the walls closed in behind her.
All that was left was the final trial, the key, and the lock. The lock was a scale made of stone and silk as the statue of the Rainbow Butterfly blocked the final door. There was an inscription at the center of her heart.
‘Though the veil is my final treasure. It was only a temporary solution that I had no pleasure. To complete the final trial. You need a little style. Exercise the body and mind. But keep the heart divine.’
The intruder chuckled and revealed three items from their clutches, a stone, a feather and a heart made of silk. Placing carefully the feather and the stone on separate scales and the heart at the top, the statue opened her wings and revealed the door. The intruder entered the room with darkened happiness.
There it was, the Pin was a jewel unlike any other but its use was to keep the veil in place so peace can be upheld.
“Peace… It keeps the true nature of Webb’s Sanctuary for so long. Destruction brings creation, fear brings bravery, death brings life. So war will bring resolution. Even the spider has failed to see that. But I didn’t. The era of peace is over! Bring forth the beginning of the purge!”
With one swift magic punch, the Pin cracked and shattered as it became nothing more than dust. Once the Pin is gone the veil fell as the intruder laughed in the victory of their mission!
The rumbling and quaking came from the soil as the fire ant scout jumped back up in startlement! The scout turned around and step back as he was forced to watch the complete horror of the end of the veil! It slowly crumbled to earth, bringing terror to all who saw what was happening! It was no more! He had failed
The flying fire ant forced himself into the sky to see who was responsible for this tragedy and spotted something that would affect the rest of the future. He saw five other scouts who shared the same shock look on their faces. All of then retreated to their country with a warning to their queens. Misunderstanding planted mistrust which bloomed into hatred to each other.
The era of peace was over.
Now comes the age of war!