The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

THE DAY OF THE UNDEAD

The rise of the undead occurred fifty years after the day of the realm. This day is marked as the first day of the undead, since on that day, the undead unleashed the plague. Jinn and Spirit returned on a swarm of locusts, signalling the undead to rise. The plague turned the guardians into servants, servants that broke the seal of the tomb. Rotting limbs cannot stop the dead from rising, and on this day, the desert ran red with the blood of warriors, their corpses animated to bolster the armies of the undead. Nothing could stop the army, and this time, there was no prayer of the elders to call for celestial aid. Jinn, no fool to make the same mistake again, had shrouded the city from the Heavens with a mighty storm, catching all prayers before they could escape to paradise. There was no sign of survival, and for another 300 years, the Jinn and Spirit ruled the desert kingdoms while the enslaved people suffered at their whims. It was not until one child had the courage to stand and face the Jinn, that the day of the undead ended. The Jinn fled the child, whose eyes bore innocence too painful for his madness to behold. The purity of light in those eyes forced entire armies of undead to relinquish their anguish and surrender their souls to heavenly judgement, leaving the dead shells of men behind. Thus ended the long days of the undead. A beacon of fire was lit that would burn forever, in remembrance, and in hope for the future. To guard the city forever from those that dare enter it with ill intent. It could however not protect the city from the dangers within.