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Yes i have finally made it! I’m here in the golden palace. the only one in flesh among the spirits who wonder peacefully.you threw at me dragons, monsters fire and water but i overcame them.i devastated every obsticle between me and you. Millions of unfaithfull vanished by my wrath with this untamable sword of the old times forged in blood and bones with craft that no mortal can match and millions of your followers were saved under this shield which reflects like a mirror my achievements and blinds thy enemies. I am your hand of punishment and justice, your instrument of revenge upon those who oppose you. A hand dressed in metal, an iron fist. But now my lord this sword and shield are no longer needed, your law is now the only law upon all the living creatures and the eternally dead too. Your enemies are scatered, their armies lay in ruins, nothing of their legacy now stands. This shiny metal armor which ifestus and Thor would envy is now nothing but a relic, a memory of the past eager to transform into a prosperus future. Oh lord command me, i present to you my arms, my life and adventures, here in the eternal Valhalla the palace of glory and bravery, where the Valkeries lay besides the myths of war and valor i seek an answer, am i now free? Have i earned your farewell back to earth? Can i rest now with my beloved ones? Please my lord and savior i stand humbaly towards you, is my Quest over?
-silence servant, who are you to demand an answer from the god of gods. I honour you by bringing you in the infamous Valhalla the chamber where all your heroic forefathers rest and this is how you repay me? Look around you you’ve embarrased yourself infront of history and ages. You are an instrument, a tool of my will nothing more and nothing less. You fool! You think you’ve earned the right to claim, to demand?! Bow before me and address me as you must! On your knees soldier or this sword of yours will be used for the last time to harvest your life and the shield to carry your head into the depths of the abyss!
-dreadfull destiny, unmercyfull divine justice have you tormented me all these years for this? Is this my ending? A shamefull downfall is my reward for fighting your war? The loyal warrior is to meet damned eternity by his worshiped master...i was never given the choice of a way of life, the path was layed before me and what a path it was!
I didn’t choose my life but i shall choose my death! I will not bow before an unholy end eventhough gods have decided otherwise. Come mighty warrior arise one last time for the glory of an unmatchable death by the hand of my lord whom i served through pain and torture! Come mighty warrior, as the last page of my chronicles is yet to be written. In the golden palace i shall meet death, the marbled floor shall welcome my warm blood and valkeries don’t climb on your vultures to welcome my soul as I curse you and thy lord who took away from me my honor! Hear me unpittyfull master i curse you to die by the hand of your servant! Rage and wrath, arm my han-as amusing as it is your delirium cannot help you. Darkness will be your grave and filth your obituary! Eternal guards of Valhalla i command you to vanish this soul into oblivion and let noone remember its name or its achievements
-stand still dogs of war, you won’t feed of my flesh! Oh darkness embrace me, give me strength black lord as i turn to you seeking revenge for the unjustice i’ve been served. Turn my heart into stone, my vains into steel, grant me immortality to face your sworn enemy. Take my soul as i need none, take my eyes as i’m already blind by rage, hear me Lord! Cursed you and all you stand for, die now by my flaming blade!
These were the last words of Astaroth the mighty warrior and guardian of Fermia as he was then transformed by the hand of the Black Emperor into a dark angel with wings of skin, eyes of fire. his flesh devoured his armor,no bones, no muscles, a shadow covered his body letting not even the light to get near him.an eternal abomination of life, undiing and unresting...he took one step towards his former master and the ground shook cracking the floor of the Valhalla. Realising his powers Astaroth paused and start lauphing loudly
-come now Lord of the flies, throw everything you have on me i feel the power as it floes in me i’m invincible!
He grasped his sword and stabbed the floor with such force that the great palace begun to shatter. The always standing and ever present Valhalla start to fall into pieces
-i challenge thee lord of the faithfull, death shall have the honor of welcoming you tonight!
- I am the centre of all life you cannot destroy me! Your thirst for revenge has blinded your judgement,stop this travesty at once, i command you!
- You are in no position to command, look around you, where are your guards your servants?they’ve all abandoned you!
- I need no servants to crash you down like a bug! Winds of Lothoria climb above and send this disgust back to darkness!Holy thunder bring light once again into Valhalla and strike thy enemy! Winds! Thunder!
A tremendus noise started to elevate as the winds were finding their way to circle Astaroth with such speed that lifted him in the air. Like iron chains rolled on his limps and started tearing him apart. Then a horific lightning landed on his chest making such a thunder that the blust wave threw over God himself.
- You see, you needed more than pure power to overthrone me, i am the beginning and the end, i am the allmighty allknowing universe! Said God as he looked over to Astaroth and tried to stand up
- Indeed “God”,
responded Astaroth as he laid half torn, -but even you cannot withstand pure horror said and with a swift move took his sword from the floor which started to collapse and threw it towards God even before he got up. God surprised saw the sword nailing him on the forehead. As his head hit the floor slowly like nature itself slowed down to mourn the moment, a blust was unleashed, tearining down everything in its path. The ruins of Valhalla were blown away into four horizons letting the whole world know what had happened. God was no more.
-please father don’t stop now! What happened to Astaroth?
-well... the legend has it that with the explosion that shook the skies Astaroth’s body, eventhough immortal, was blown away into pieces. Each piece found its way on earth making the ground it touched unholy and forever cursed. Astaroth had cursed God and with Him the whole world. The poison of his words still exists in his pieces and every day pollutes God’s creation. One day when shadow will have consumed all life the Black Emperor will arise to claim authority on these forsaken lands.
- and who will stop him?
- God may have died but his influence on things is still strong. The Valkeries are wondering outthere serving what’s righteous. Every day they bring light to our world that warms the soul and vanishes darkness, but the Black Emperor still tries to asume power, his shadows and demons fight the light and hunt the Valkeries down so there’s noone to protect us. That’s why we have day and night, it’s the constant struggle between light and dark, warm and cold, good and evil.
Their conversation was interupted when Rothal’s older brother opened suddenly the door
-run! Screamed and blood came out of his mouth as an axe landed on his back bringing him on his knees. A dark and tall man entered the house and picked the blood dripping axe. His face was covered by the darkness of the night but Rothal knew that he belonged to the Scavengers, a wondering party of thieves and outcasts who killed and burnt everything in their path. His father had told him many stories of how they demolished whole villages and sometimes would spare few young only to make them murderers too. His mother had died by their hands when he was too young to remember and his father never talked about that night. Their house was the first of the village,large fields were separating them from salvation, help wouldn’t come fast enough and he had to warn the others.
- please don’t kill us take everything you want but we are just farmers, said his father and trembling gave the Scavenger a fistfull of rice. The thief slapped his father’s hand scattering the rice and grabbed him by the neck
- no no please! That’s the only thing of value you’ll find in this house! said in a desparate attempt to save his offspring but Rothal was too petrified to move rather than run. He stood still as he watched the Scavenger drowning the only family he had left.
- Go go Rothal run! Screamed his father with his last breath but Rothal couldn’t leave him. Tears covered his face as his father’s souless body hit the floor with a thump that he would never forget. The murderer’s eyes now turned on Rothal and with his huge and strong hands he grabbed him and lifted him in the air. His deep and rough voice sounded to Rothal like the voice of death
- You’ll make a fine add to our army boy
He could now see clearly his face, dark, full of old wounds and scares. He closed his eyes scaired by the sight making the Scavenger burst into loud laughs
- what’s the matter boy? Take a good look at me as you’ll be like this one day!
That moment a cracking sound interupted the man. He was lauphing no more as his face froze and his strength abandoned him leaving Rothal off his grasp. Rothal first noticed that the window behind the man was broken and then he saw an arrow on the back of the killer’s head. A noble figure then jumped in from the window and with great hurry took Rothal on his back and started running
- there are many others we have to warn the village as fast as we can he said and climbed on his horse. He let Rothal on its back and rode towards the next house. He whistled and many others like him showed up behind the darkness. All on horses with shiny armour and long swords, an army of knights was there to save them! Great relief filled Rothal as they rushed to awake the village.
- Are you a Valkery?
- No smiled the man, don’t you know that they are female godesses?I am Gorgonaut knight of Fermia and these are my loyal brothers and warriors, we were scouting your lands when we saw a team of Scavengers heading to you, we have to warn your friends or they’ll find death on their sleep!
Terrible screams were heard from behind as the Scavengers run to slay everyone
- there’s no time, take my horse and warn the others, Gorgonaut unmountained and hit his horse – ride like the wind of Lothoria boy they depend on you! Knights, here we make a stand! For Fermia!
They stopped and turned around to face the thieves. A line of metal and courage stood now between the Scavengers and the village. Rothal looked at them with admiration and great hope as they started to vanish into the dark marching against the party of chaos.
After a while he could see the first houses, everything seemed calm and peacefull. Smoke was rising from the chimneys, a dog was drinking water from a pod near the street, he could hear the sheep wondering in their barn.
- Help! Help! Scavengers! He started yelling to alert everyone. The one after the other came out to see who made all that noise
- Scavengers i tell you! They killed my brother and father and are coming quickly!
- Calm down Rothal, tell me how many?
- A whole army of them!
- You heard the boy, as we speak they’re getting closer! To arms!hide the women and children in the temple and arm yourselves with everything you can find! Bearnall was the chief of the village and dear friend of Rothal’s father. He was the one who saved them when his mother was murdered. He had already seen what those men were capable of
- But we’re not alone, Knights of Fermia went to face them, a man named Gorgonaut saved me! Said Rothal with a great smile
- Blessed are the heavens, we need every help we can get, where are they?
- They went near the river to stop their advance as i was coming here
- Then there can be hope afterall! Come everyone. To the river!
They quickly assembled all the men armed with sticks and few knives and head out to face the Scavengers. Not long after they found the knights who suprisingly were resting by the river with no sight of the enemy. Gorgonaut saw them and stood up
- welcome friends
- what happened? Said Bearnall, where are they?
- They didn’t expect a fight back by the farmers when they planned their attack so when we confronded them you can imagine how surprised they were when they saw an army of welltrained knights. They drew back without a fight, not even a drop of blood was shed.
- Well, let them running i say ‘cause they don’t want to fight with an angry farmer! Said Bearnall and start lauphing and with him all the villagers. Their relief was apparent
- I am Bearnall chief and sherif of this village, we can’t thank you enough for your courage and might, your presence saved us. Let us express our gratitute with a fiest like none before, you’ll be the guests of honor!
- Thank you for your kind words Bearnall, i am Gorgonaut of Fermia and speaking for all of us we accept your invitation!
- Its settled then! What a night this has been. You, Darafer hurry back to the village and tell everyone what has happened. Tell them to prepare such a fiest that gods themselves would envy it! I’ll be damned...knights of Fermia outhere... and saved us none the less! I’ll be damned...
The unfamiliar party of knights and farmers took the road back to the village exchanging compliments and sharing stories. Darafer had long gone and till their arrival they should have prepared everything. As they approached, fire and smoke rose through the air above the houses making everyone impatient and eager to start the fiest.
- the cooking has begun! Come everyone hurry, as i see from the smoke the food will be plenty but not enough.
Once again everybody lauphed with Bearnall but then a scream made them stop
- dear god... its Darafer...he’s dead!
Gorgonaut rushed infront and saw the young man laying breathless on the ground besides his horse which seemed to have been torn appart. He looked over to the village, they weren’t close enough to clearly see what had happen but the signs were unmistakable to him. The Scavenger must had seen them and draw them into a trap to leave the village unguarded so they could rampage everything as all the men would rush to the river. But the thieves weren’t capable of such entrapemment by themselves alone. They had help. By whom Rothal would soon learn as Gorgonaut quickly jumped on his horse, drew his sword pointing to the village and said
- scavengers and wolves have tricked us! Knights, prepare yourselves as we are about to face darkness’ most powerfull creatures!
These words made everyone tremble for what’s ahead, everyone but the knights who with their lord’s command mounted their horses and courageously rushed by his side. The villagers encouraged by their valor rushed behind them. Rothal couldn’t believe that what seemed like a fiest had now turned into a disaster. And wolves? Why was Gorgonaut so scaired of them?
- to the temple! Save the innocent! Gorgonaut rushed as the wolves had surrounded the holy ground. The knights behind him draw instantly their bows and a perfectly sinchronised wave of arrows went up to the sky. The wolves turned to Gorgonaut as he rode towards them. They weren’t ordinary animals, they beared the touch of darkness. A horrific sight as they were tall as horses and huge teeth were coming out of their mouth, their black fur matched their long nails, a destined for destruction animal none the less. But Gorgonaut went through them as the arrows landed killing each wolf on his path. He dismounted and went to the door, tens of wolves then jumped on him leaving visible only his white cape as he fought to keep them back. Once again his followers reacted simutaniously drawing their swords and riding to their lord’s help. A white line was unleashed with trumendus power as Rothal watched the knights riding in formation swinging their swords in the air. When that line hit the pack of wolves, black and white meddled leaving behind rivers of blood and dismembered animals. But this wasn’t the only battle. The Scavengers had left the river and run to meet their allies. The villagers saw from their rear the chaotic assembly coming and turned to face them. The village was now between wolves and Scavengers eager to kill and demolish everything. The Scavengers’ weapons were superior to the sticks of the farmers and soon the one after the other fall onto the ground watering their fields one last time with their own blood. As the temple was now safe from the verocious animals Gorgonaut turned to the Scavengers. But it was too late. Bearnall and the others laid dead as the murderes were finishing off the last standing.
- Damned creatures go back to where you came from! Leave none alive! Screamed Gorgonaut and his sword started cutting and decapitating. His bright cape and armour were now covered in blood as he and the Knights of Fermia literaly devastated them
- Your reign of terror ends tonight!
Rothal stood still, without expression on his face…the knights kept on slaying around him, soulless bodies laid everywhere, scavengers, farmers, friends…he looked up to the skies, whispered something and picked up a knife , wiped the blood off on a dead scavenger and pointed it to his heart…
- you, father, used to tell me stories of great honor and bravery…where’s the honor in all that? Should I avenge your death? Why? In the name of what?
He slowly pushed the knife into his chest and silently fell on his knees as his strength gave up on him. Suddenly everything was calm and peaceful, he could only feel his blood dripping on his hands
- what can a boy do against this madness… What can a man do against this chaos…
Said and left his last breath, his last part alive into the world…
Gorgonaut found him standing on his knees with his hands still grabbing the knife, he took him on his arms, lifted him in the air
- come on Valkeries, take him, is this death not good for you? Is this death not honorable? Where is the chariot? Where are your shiny arms? Didn’t he suffer enough?
A lightning stroke in front of him, setting Rothal’s body on fire and leaving him sightless . Gorgonaut trembling but courageously continued to hold Rothal high above the red painted earth. Blood purred out of his blinded eyes, fire was now all over his hands but he kept on pointing Rothal to the divine ones
- no land can take this child, no dirt can cover the crime you’ve committed, no grave can rest his soul…as long as I’m standing this boy will never touch the earth which you’ve polluted… your lightning is not enough to break me down
As he finished his words, his knees cracked, making his tormented body to fell onto the inhospitable ground as he could no longer stand. Rothal’s burning flesh fell off his grasp and landed next to him. Drops of rain started falling down putting out the fire on both Gorgonaut and Rothal.
- a moment of mercy after the torture, whispered ironically Gorgonaut and start laughing
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