THE END

BY ZEYNEP, CLIPPER, ESTHER, JOYCE

It all happened suddenly. Scrya’s family got murdered right in front of his eyes. He was just eight years old. Not only his family, but hundreds of people also passed away that day. A terrorist attack happened in the Union Square subway. It was a total disaster. He couldn’t do anything except for yelling and crying. Everything started at that point. It was the moment, the turning point of his life, which turned the innocent little Sycra into a pitiless, brutal monster.

As the years passed, the anger inside him got bigger and bigger. People had no idea what was waiting for them. He could not accept the fact that his family was decaying, in the union square subway, behind the wall of the name tags with other dead bodies. The only thing he could feel was anger and revenge. He thought that if he was feeling this pain, everyone should feel the same suffering with him. After this point, a massacre started to begin. His anger leads him to kill people. He was killing every guiltless human being without ever thinking for a second. Day by day, the dead number of people started to increase. One day, one of his victims appeared to be a thief, and as a result of killing him, Sycra, by chance obtained a magical, powerful third eye. At the moment, he was unaware of how this eye was gonna provide him convenience in reaching his goal. So he decided to keep it and kept on continuing his slaughter as nothing happened. No one was able to stop this hot-headed monster, which was once a fine little boy. He was the living example of how fast the feeling of anger and desire for revenge could change a sinless little boy to a ferocious beast.

As he was keeping on destroying people’s lives, one of his victims, just before giving away his last breath, gave him the best news he could ever hear. The flute! The only miracle which could end up this massacre! While quaking with fear between the hands of Sycra, the poor guy could barely talk and say that if he uses the flute, he could bring back his family to life. However, Sycra didn’t know that he was attempting to do something impossible. Lytheon, the demo god had the flute. One of the most powerful creatures on earth. He is the pharaoh of Egypt. He had no choice, he had to steal the flute from the demo god. Sycra had to take the subway in the Union Square in order to reach to the demo god Lytheon. However, this wasn’t a case which he could handle on his own. He knew that his unrestrained furor wouldn’t provide enough power to complete this mission this time. After a while of thinking logically, he decided to find a powerful accomplice for himself. Someone who would share the same passion with him to get the flute. It would definitely be the temptress Orm. However, Sycra, of course, knew that that clever temptress wouldn’t even do a single thing if it doesn’t suit his purpose. So he was glad that he had the third eye which would persuade him. Engrossingly, Orm was the most scared, but at the same time most admired person. Yes, he would be the most suitable confederate. After finding temptress Orm, they made the deal and hit the road to Egypt.

Coincidentally, in his utter frustration, Sycra killed the man that took Orm’s hair and third eye away. It was shameful of Orm to be dispossessed of all his power by a defected human but thanks to Sycra, he got his third eye back. Now he could use it to seduce and manipulate people like he used to do and his purpose was never gonna change – to sexually harass people to please his sadistic fantasy.

At first, Sycra was hesitated to give Orm the third eye for fear of Orm would break the deal and seduce him with that eye. But Orm was not such an ingrate, although he might be callous by himself when misusing his power as a god. Orm spent an hour persuading Sycra into giving him the eye instead of making the eye into Sycra’s. After that, Sycra was totally convinced of his not needing the eye but only his parent back, so he gave it to Orm. Orm could not say how much he appreciated Sycra for his help when Orm was in an utter depression of having nothing left. Orm carefully took the eyeball from Sycra’s hands, slowly put the third eye on his forehead, took a deep breath and the eye merged under his skin. It took a few seconds for the eye to open, the pupil is red and shines bright like a ruby stone. A pleasant feeling ran in his stomach. He felt truly alive again.

He turned to Sycra, fixedly looked at him with three eyes that Sycra was scared a little bit. Orm listened to Sycra telling a story about family’s death and a magical flute located in Egypt that had the ability to do anything, including bringing his hair back and maybe with even more power than it was. The fire burnt in his eyes – Sycra was even trying to plan him a way to be more powerful than he used to be. Orm could not help but agree to give Sycra a helping hand because he knew the only purpose that Sycra wanted to use the flute is to bring his parent back to life and after that the flute is his forever- he could easily manipulate the world and get whoever he wanted. No more failure, no more threat.

In addition, Sycra brought Orm’s the most precious treasure back so reviving his parent is like the last thing that he could do for Sycra as a way to show his gratitude. Moreover, the order of two worlds: the living and the death would be disrupted that the two worlds could actually merge into one: the living one can exist with the dead one and therefore overpopulation would eventually happen when there were no actual dead people at all. New babies were born every single day, this whole world could be a total chaos, and it excited Orm. Seeing people killing each other over food but they cannot die so they have to restrain themselves from producing more babies and suffer was considered entertainment for Orm. Right in that night, Orm and Sycra immediately took a subway to Egypt to steal the power flute from Lytheon – the one who did not know how to make the most use of the flute at all but still kept it for himself. What a waste!

Orm used his magic eye to seduce and control people so they could help them get into the subway for free, managed to reach Egypt and made them lead him and Sycra directly to Lytheon’s magnificent castle. The castle was guarded with the most agile soldiers in a large amount due to its size with every ten feet of the castle stood two guards. But no matter how well-trained the army of Lytheon was, they were easily manipulated so Orm could break in Lytheon’s gigantic palace without an effort. It was a late night, Lytheon was sleeping like a log, snoring like thunder and his flute was right next to his bed. It was a piece of cake for Orm to steal the flute and his impatience did not let him wait until he went home to get his hair back. Right after he escaped out of the castle, he blew the flute, his shiny blonde hair started to grow out of his ugly bald head; he could feel the energy of the whole universe running in his vein, rejuvenating him – he had never felt like this before. He could feel like the most powerful god ever that it made him feel alive once again, he laughed hysterically.

  A three-eyed creature with its crooked hand reaches towards a sacred weapon, a weapon whose processor forbidden others to wield it, the vision fades, darkness rises within all surrounding. *SNAP* a sound awoken Lytheon, he looks straight at his flute, but it was nowhere to be seen, he heard a sound outside his room, a sound he’s familiar with, but unsure what is it. He chases after the sound, he sees a figure with blonde hair, a figure he just saw in his dream, a figure whose wielding the flute.

He chased after the figure, a creature that escapes like a jagger. It jumps over houses, blocks to blocks. It was too fast, which was impossible for Lytheon to chase after by himself. He called his guards for help to take it down. They chased it down to the portal which connects to the Union Square. Before the creature enters the portal, it’s head tilted, one big eye at its’ forehead looking at Lytheon. Lytheon questions the creature, “Who are you?”, he did not ask for the flute back because he knows he is no match with Orm. Orm did not speak a single word out. Soon from Lytheon’s back came another, he claims himself as Sycra, the neverending horror, the sinful murderer. Before Lytheon could stop them, they have already left to the portal. Lytheon struck himself down, with overwhelmed anger he calls his father Zeus for guidance….

A lightning strikes down to his castle and inside it contains a message, a message which solves the mysteries of the two attackers, but inside the message was a blank sheet of paper with only one word written to it, the word “Oasis”, it is a sacred and abandoned paradise which forbidden mortals to enter. Without bringing any of his soldiers, Lytheon went to Oasis alone. He has completely no clue to why his father guides him to a land no one has enter since 2300 years ago and how this forgotten land can help him retrieve his flute back.

As he enters Oasis, he saw darkness within all, the exact same feeling and environment as his dream. He felt uncomfortable, he senses something bad and evil lives within Oasis, his rattlesnake tail shizzle, something from the far east dashes away, caught Lytheon’s attention, he walks towards the shadow with caution, but the closer he reaches the figure, the larger it seems to be, stands like a tower, it then came out of the shadow, Lytheon lost sights of the creature, he looks down, all he saw was a teenage girl with a left lizard hand, she told Lytheon that she is his cousin Lyn, demigod, daughter of Athena. However, Lytheon would not believe her, he thought Lyn was another clever thief who tries to steal something from him. To proof Lytheon wrong, Lyn created a wave of sounds with left hand’s rough scales, a wave of sounds that stunts one’s mind, able to manipulate it, “my mother gave this power to me when I was six, the day sheleft my father and me, right here, in Oasis, till this day I am still trapped inside here, calling for my mother every day, but no one answered” said Lyn, without Lytheon asking. Till that moment, Lytheon finally understands why father Zeus brought him here, so he left Oasis with his younger cousin.

They arrived back to Egypt, and saw the news about the disaster happening in Union Square. Many of the citizens were gone missing and lots of dead people were wandering around the city at night in Union Square. The city was all in a mess, people are frightened and all running around. The cops are all driving towards Union Square. Both of them immediately knew that Orm and Sycra have already started to do something with the flute, without hesitation, they jumped right into the portal, way to go to Union Square…

The subway is always convenient. “the Next stop is Union Square Station.” After a few minutes of vertigo and discomfort, they reached their destination., The moment they walk out of the station, Lyn was shocked by the smell of death around the Union Square Station. The hallway was filled with bones and body. Some of them are decayed skeletons, missing their ribs or femur. Some of them are fresh like they just died yesterday. When people die, their name and body will be separated. Their body will be left in life, but their “names”, a form of their soul, will go towards to the afterlife. Only their names tag will be kept for others to remember them. However, inside these collapses, Lyn didn’t find any of the names. to  Lyn realized that Sycra, the flute thief, doesn’t know how to correctly utilize the ability of the magic flute. Instead, without controlling, the strong magic power of the flute will bring all the name that recorded in the Union Square memorial in life. On the memorial wall, names were flashing with red lights. When the name tag coming off the wall, it will be a huge disaster. what will be waked is not a human kind creature, it will be the ghost that floating between hell and earth, and the only thing they know were killing and destroying. Sycra’s Parents? They will never gonna be back in life, but their bodies with other strange souls. All in one sudden, a beautiful melody was played by the flute.

“Ten little boys went out to dine;

One choked his little self, and then there were nine.

…One little boy living all alone;

He went and hanged himself, and then there were none.”

The ground started to shake, and the wall tile began to fall off from the wall.  Moreover, the red flashing light on name tags became stronger. These name tags were almost coming off from the wall! “ This will be our last chance to stop this!” Said by Lyn to her cousin. “But how we gonna shut it down, I mean, No one knows the power of my flute better than myself. We couldn’t.” Lytheon asked. “ Then we may have to destroy the flute.” Before Lytheon taking any response, they reached the end of the tunnel, where the music coming from. Sycra was playing the magic flute and trying to take more names up. With the magical melody it made, the death people started moving and jumping up from the floor, as zombie did. They flew at Lyn and Lytheon with no fear, banishing their claws and fangs. Although for two demigods that zombies were still too weak to hurt them, they were still annoying and slow down by the attacks.

Before Sycra was about to finish, Lyn finally uses her ability. Using her right eye, she takes over the control of Sycra’s mind for one second, and she utilized her right eye immediately to read his mind. She saw the happy family memory, felt the anger and hatred deep inside Sycra’s mind, since the moment he watches his family die. Her tear started to fall, and she decided to use her ability to send a message to Sycra’s mind, which is a short memory with him and his family. They were having a family picnic, which will never happen again for little Sycra. As Lyn expected,  Sycra stopped playing for a split second. By catching this chance, Lyn shouted out, “Sycra, wake up! Look at your parents, is this really the things you want.” A confusion flashed through his eyes at the beginning. However, the moment he saw his family, he started to cry like a child who has made mistakes. They even cannot be called as human anymore as all the other “names” did. Lyn keep saying, “the only way to rest them in peace is to stop the magic flute, destroy it!” “But how?” Sycra cried. An incredible thing happened. when his tear falling on the flute, his body turns into a light spot and the magic of the flute started to vanish. “My flute!” Lytheon said. But what he got answered is the voice the flute made when it falling on the ground, and broken into the pieces.

Everything goes back to normal, no magic, no zombies, and no Sycra. It is just another tomorrow. However, another name was added on to the Union Square memorial wall, Sycra finally gets to be with his family…