T H E H A N D O F N E C R O S
If you were to ask a geologist to explain what formed the sharp ridges and deep valleys around Helvellyn the answer would probably involve words such as “pyroclastic flow” and “glacial erosion”.
But they’d be wrong. About the glacial erosion, at least.
You see, millions of years ago, long before the last ice age and even longer before the world of men, there was a tremendous discord amongst the earth’s inhabitants. Great beings that ruled mighty kingdoms whose history spanned countless millennia. A history that came to a very sudden end leaving no trace of ever existing. Unless you know where to look.
The final battle took place at the edge of the world. Necros, the Black King, God of the shadows and all things that crawl and bite, rode forth with his three daughters leading an army that decimated all before it with fire and frenzied malevolence. Nothing could stop the Black King and the Three.
Except, in a strange and unexpected twist, it was the three daughters that brought about the end of the great war. Enthralled by an unseen ancient magic, they rounded on their father toppling him from his horse. They bound him with chains and galloped towards the edge of the world, dragging him behind them before leaping into the void. For a few moments Necros clung to the world; fingers gouging enormous troughs in the land leaving behind narrow precipitous ridges of rock. The nail of his third finger tore off and filled the deep gouge with blood and formed what is now called Red Tarn.
In the moment before he fell there was a cataclysmic crack as a large piece of land was cleaved from the world. The Black King, who had wanted dominion over the world, had unwittingly pulled his kingdom of horror away from it; adrift in the ocean. Thus ended the reign of Necros.
Skip ahead a few million years and that island is now the United Kingdom. But are we truly free of the Black King or does he continue to hold dominion over us? On our island adrift and alone we suffocate our land with garbage and spread our plastic pestilence into the seas.
We are the army of Necros.
Helvellyn 📷 Photo location
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Very real and dad story. Sorry flor my english
Ha ha game of tones! Wonderful pic and story.
Great shot and story Glenn . 👏👏👏
Fantastic image and brilliant legend🧡🖤
Fantastic shot Glenn, and love the garbage twist to the story, just wish it was ONLY in the story😢
Wooow, beautiful pic!
Beautiful and stunning gallery!🙌
These shadows and shining places... Magnificent 👌