Ethelion - Chapter I

        "What if I was to tell you there was a great battle long ago, before my time, where your great grandfather and his brothers led the war on the Dark Lord Ovidio Silimaur. After all the pain and suffering our land has endured through his cruelty, the slaughter of thousands. He was not a creature of this earth, no he was a demon, released into our world with great power over humanity.  My grandfather, your great grandfather, the maker of this great kingdom ended the Dark Lord's reign that day. It was a dark, bloody day. The siege of Romonul."

The drums of war thundered in the air. The sky was red, as if the blood had managed to stain its purity.  Dark clouds had started to creep in covering the remainder of the descending sunset, lighting can be seen off in the distance. "My Lord, when do we give the order to begin the siege upon Romonul?"  A general asked a young man sitting on a heavily armored horse, gripping his sword hilt tightly, eager to give the answer he so desires. "Not yet Arlen, soon, as the clouds come over our heads, that will be the time to strike." The young man answered. "Yes Lord Azuraz, we will ready ourselves in the meantime so there be no delay."  The general mounted a horse and set off to return to his troop. "So brother, are you ready for this war? All the men in Ethelion have come to end this treacherous demon's rule." Azuraz said as he looked to his older brother, hunched over as if tired and ricked. "I've been waiting for this day for many years pup, but do not take this lightly, this is not like when you purged the orcs from your kingdom." His voice was low and strained as if some other thought was occupying him. "I hope you're right dear Haldamir." Azuraz's eyes brightened at the thought of an epic battle for the ages, but his dream was cut short by his younger brother, the youngest of the three. "Be weary and take Haldamir's warning Azuraz, there is a demon within that castle, and powerful he is. Demon's do not die as easily as men." The robbed man walking towards them with a staff that is seemingly unneeded. "Being a wizard you would know this I assume, Marlenus?" Azuraz gave an already knowing notion to the question. "I've… Dealt with one." Marlenus put plainly. The half decayed face and skull white eye gave little to the imagination of what torment the demon put Marelnus through before he finally defeated it.

   Thunder could be heard now, the clouds completely covering the sky, rain now started to come down lightly, clanging on Azuraz and Haldamir's armor. Azuraz slips his helmet onto his head, and watches as Ovidio has commanded some of his army to take up positions outside the gates, most likely to hold them there while the archers on the walls pin them down. "It's time." Haldamir said just loud enough for the two brothers to hear. Azuraz looked over to one of his retainers waiting to lead the charge with the heavy cavalry. Azuraz nodded to him, the retainer doing the same to the musician and the flag bearer, The snowy white wolf with the blue backround and white borderlines, the crown made of thorns on the wolf's head. The horn,  is sounded and it's power being greater than the rumbling thunder, drums began to be hit, their growl heard in the deeps of the world. Azuraz raised his now unsheathed sword, and his arm to have it hover over the wing of his cavalry and he paused. "I'll see you on the battlefield, brothers." And he rode to the front of his troop. Riding back and forth, taking in the sheer size of his entire army, all the men of the eight kindoms of Ethelion, say for the one he lay siege upon. He stopped once more, and took in a long deep breath. "My countrymen. For years these creatures have ravaged our lands, attacked our villages, small towns and nearly sacked the kingdom of Amandil itself!" The bulk of the cavalry, being from Amandil, let out a warcry, that could be easily heard over the beating of the drums. "Too long have we let these creatures haunt our dreams, too long have I stepped aside and done nothing. No longer! We are all here now,  sons of Ethelion, the righteous men of our kin. We stand before the black gates of these vile creatures, and they're time has come to pay for all the souls they've dececrated. Sons of Ethelion, my countrymen, ride with me now and pay judgement on these creatures! Send these demons back to the abyss!" The entire army, despite most not being able to hear, let out a giant cry. A rhythm of sword on shield started to play, as the infantry began to sing a song of war. Azuraz turns his horse, dropped the faceguard of his helm over his face and raised his sword once more. "For Ethelion!" Azuraz lead the charge, no fear were within these soldiers, they were fighting for their country, fighting the evil that has taken over one of their great kingdoms. The charge was massive, nearly half a mile long and six lines of cavalry thick, the ground shook as if an earthquake were trying to crack it. However, the opposing army standing outside the gates, being only a fraction of the Dark Lord's forces, were unphased, they didn't move, nor turned. Instead they took their pikes, and started pounding the ground, as the charge came closer. As soon as the cavalry were in range, the archers on the walls began to shoot their bows, it nearly blackended their vision if they were to look up but arrows did very little to the heavily armed horses and men. For every few hundreds arrows flying, a single rider would fall. In return, Haldamir signaled their archers to fire upon the enemy's infantry, to soften them up so the pikes weren't so deadly on the horses. A wave, nearly as large as the one fired by the enemy, was shot, and the first two rows of men fell. The rows behind replaced those who fell, and still did not flee. "fire the siege weapons, I want that gate to fall before my brother finishes his battle. Infantry may now go in, bring the catapults along with you. I will lead this charge."  A general rode to the engineers to have them start firing the trebuchets and have the others put some catapults in place to shoot at the walls. The projectiles were mainly stone, warpped in silk to set ablaze for added effect. The boulders lit up the night sky, as if leading the men into the heat of the battle. Azuraz and his cavalry were nearly in the battle, the ground soaked and muddy, the horses having a hard time to stay up right but given help with the extra weight of the heavy armor and rider. Moments before the cavalry hit the safe line, the pikemen lined themselves up for the charge. The cavalry let out one last battle cry, and all that was heard were screams of agony, the clanging of metal and the naying of horses. The impact of the charge was so fierce, the first three rows were instantly killed on impact of the nearly four hundred pound hunk of metal charging at almost sixty kilometers an hour. It was quite a toll on the enemy ranks, but they got their revenge on the cavalry after the charge, being large creatures, horses can only spin where the rider directs them, leaving their necks wide open for pikes to skewer them.  Azuraz was quickly knocked off his horse, being in the lead, he missed the first few pikemen, but his horse killed as he got in the middle of the ranks. Azuraz tore through the ranks, sword and shield in hand, nothing stopped him, the pike heads broke as he swung his sword through them,  these soldiers were well trained, but not well enough to fight the paladins of Ethelion.  Azuraz's  troop killed more than they lost and before the infantry could reach the battle, it was over and the gate already cracked open.  "To the keep!" Azuraz let out a roar. The entire army, poured into the city like a flood. "Spare no one! All have been tainted by the evil." Azuraz  wanted no possibility of this to happen again, killing an entire city of women and children once was once too many, being once his own kin made it harder. The city lit up like a forest fire, screaming could be heard in the four corners of the world, and the enemy put up little resistance. The numbers of Azuraz's army were too many, and they stood no chance. It was more an extermination than a war, and Azuraz felt no glory in this. He and Haldamir made their way up to the keep, only to be stopped by the elite soldiers of the Dark Lord, his own personal guard. They guarded the gates of the castle. "For Ethelion!" Azuraz, Haldamir and what little infantry with a few paladins charged into these guard who await them outside the gate, surely to just delay fighting more within the castle. The fight didn't last long, but half of the men that accompanied Azuraz and Haldamir died in the fight, however the paladins lived. Breaking through the gate seemed almost too easy, and more guards lay in wait for Azuraz and his men. This time they were greatly out numbered, nearly a hundred to one. Dauntless, Azuraz and Haldamir charged in, with their men right behind them. The battle was long and bloody. Only Azuraz, Haldamir and the paladins remained. They made their way to the great hall, leading to the large balcony overlooking the entire city, after checking every other room, that's where the Dark Lord must be. As they entered this hall, another large force of elite guard were waiting. Once again, a brave charge followed up with a warcry and Haldamir's giant two handed sword flew through the air, cutting down many men with single swings. The battle was turning for the worst. The paladins were getting tired, a few had already been killed. They were in the middle of the hallway, still greatly outnumbered and now surrounded. They all stood back to back, preparing for the end. "Didn't think it would end quite this way." Azuraz admitted. "It won't." Haldamir said, then started muttering in an unknown language. Suddenly a bright blueish white ball appeared in the middle of the enemies, towards the door Azuraz and Haldamir were trying to reach. An explosion of force lauched a few score of men through the air, and they evaporated into nothing before touching the ground. "Get to the balcony!" Marlenus yelled but his form had not been solidified quite yet, still his robes were in transperancy. Nothing but his sword and staff could be seen. Azuraz, Haldamir, Marlenus and the paladins fought their way to the next giant set of doors leading to the balcony, with each guard Marlenus touched with his staff, a stone statue took it's place. "You two must fight this last battle, kill the tyrant, send that demon back to the depths, the paladins and I will make sure no one shall pass." Marlenus looked to the paladins, and they nodded in agreement. Azuraz and Haldamir, ran into the next room. Marlenus planted his staff into the marble floor, the force creating a shockwave shattering all the once soldiers, now stone statues, to dust. The door behind him, that his brothers entered, now slammed shut. The paladins did not even flinch. Marlenus, started mumbling in the language of magic, and a large seal started to appear on the giant door behind him. The paladins knew to stand behind him, however there were more soldiers and guard appearing. The paladins walked forward to defent the great powerful Marlenus, but one suddenly couldn't move any further forward. He put up his arm to singal a halt, and took a few steps back again. The enemy soldiers loaded their bows, and launched a barrage of arrows at the remaining group. The paladins didn't even raise their shields and Marlenus continued his chanting without disruption. The arrows s topped dead, inches from Marlenus and the paladins. Behind them, the seal set aflame on the door, and then put itself out, leaving a permanent mark of the incantation. Marlenus raised his head. "Kill them all." He said, as swirling flames formed around his longsword and he marched forward into the massive army tightly fitting itself into the hall. The paladins did not hesitate, they would follow Marlenus into hell. The five of them would fight this last battle, in hopes it was not all in vain.

Inside this chamber, it was luxerious, magnificient architecture and the finest furniture and silks you could lay your eyes on. Beautiful violets, garnets and saphires. Behind the blood red curtains leading to the balcony, stood a tall figure, even taller than Haldamir's six-foot-eight figure. The brothers walked cautiously, in fear of an ambush, towards this figure, assuming it could only be the Dark Lord himself. Walking onto the balcony, the brothers hear this deep demonic gutteral chuckle. "Welcome, sons of Talarom. I bid thee welcome to my humble city." The figure said while gazing at the fires that now lit up his kingdom. "Ovidio, we've come to put an end to you. No more will we let you destroy the free people of Ethelion. You will answer for your crimes against your own kin and countrymen." Azuraz moved himself slightly closer than Haldamir, hoping to get an opening for a quick kill. "You did not bring the elves, nor the dwarves. Valiant and brave of you, Azuraz, king of Camthelion. And what of you, Haldamir. Am I not worthy to face  your legendary knights of Aragolath?" Haldamir smiled. "My men were fighting off your other forces headed for Boletur. The paladins of Camthelion and Amandil did just as well a job cleansing your city." The figure laughed again. "And what of your brother, the wizard? Will Marlenus not be joining us these evening?"  "He's preventing your men from interfearing with our pleasant converastion, Ovidio." Azuraz said bluntly. "It's time to pay for all the carnage you've caused, this war will be won tonight by us. Your forces are in ruin, disbanded, unorginized." Ovidio turned. "My men will not fall so easily, my dear Azuraz, and nor will I. I've come this far, done so much work and there is still much to do. An infant king and his elder brother will not put an end to my conquest." Azuraz and Haldamir lay eyes for the first time on this new Ovidio, his pale white skin, blood red eyes and long snow white hair. This man was handsom, almost so elegant to the eyes to even entrance men into his natural beauty. "No! You, your brother and all your mortals will feel my power!" Ovidio said as he bore his teeth, long fangs appeared as he hissed and drew his bastardswordin his right hand and battleaxe in the other. Azuraz lunged from the left, Haldamir lifted his sword for a swing to end the fight quickly. Ovidio connected swords with Azuraz, and plowed his axe into Azuraz's shield, kicking Azuraz in the shield to push him away, opening the opportunity for a one on one fight.  Haldamir came up, swung for Ovidio's head, but Ovidio managed to duck just in time and returned with an axe swing for Haldamir's head. A quick stab with the bastardsword followed the axe's swing and Haldamir dodged the axe but the blade cut through the armor and slightly through his arm. Not enough to render it useless. As Haldamir brought his head back up, it was met with Ovidio's. Ovidio pounded his head into Haldamir's sending him to the ground with a headache. Azuraz had gotten back up but now and charged for Ovidio. In quick reaction, Ovidio stabbed at Azuraz, but getting his sword stuck in Azuraz's shield. Azuraz took the opportunity to swing his shield aside, to make an open spot for attack however as Azuraz went for a stab, Ovidio's axe came down to take his head. Azuraz redirected his sword to try and parry the axe, somewhat doing so, went for another stab. Ovidio got his sword free from the shield and smashed it, flatblade into Azuraz's shield, knocking him off balance and making him miss his stab. With a spin, dropping his bastardsword, clenching his battleaxe with both hands, Ovidio pounded his axe into Azuraz's shield, trying to hit his head. Azuraz was sent flying, after his own shield hit him in the head, knocking off his helm. Azuraz flew through the air and hit his head off a pillar supporting the arch he had just passed under to encounter Ovidio. He lay limp on the floor. By this time Haldamir had gotten back up on his feet, and engaged with Ovidio again. They circled eachother for a few moments, Ovidio taunting Haldamir to attack. Finally, Haldamir went in for an attack. He swung for Ovidio's head, redirected it to his legs, and clipped the right leg, putting Ovidio on one knee. Haldamir brought his sword above his head, attempting for another strike for the head. Ovidio responded just as planned, putting both weapons in place to block the attack, Haldamir redirected It for the left arm, disarming the axe. Ovidio went to stand but Haldamir cut across his chest, cutting through the armor, but barely slicing through enough skin to be fatal. Ovidio fell to his knees once more and dropped his sword. "You should have known this is what it would come to. I don't pitty you, only wish I killed you sooner." Ovidio looked up at Haldamir in surprise. Just as Haldamir went to drive his blade through Ovidio's head, Ovidio grabbed his axe, and plowed it into Haldamir's ribcage. As it was torn out, the blade had cracked, and a shard of the axe still rested in Haldamir's body. The axe fell to the ground, Ovidio grabbed Haldamir by the armor, and punched him dead in the face of the helm twice, denting it, and knocking it clean off his head. Haldamir staggered back a few steps, stunned, he lifted his sword to try and parry any incoming swings. Ovidio picked up his bastardsword, swung for Haldamir's arm, and knocked the twohanded sword out of his hands. Once again Ovidio grabbed Haldamir's armor. "And this, great king Haldamir Talarom, is your end." Ovidio drove his sword home, straight into Haldamir's chest, piercing his left lung, just missing his heart. No cry of pain came from Haldamir, only a name. "Azuraz." Ovidio tore the sword from it's victim and let Haldamir fall to the ground with a crash. The blood leaking from his body quickly started to flood the floor of the balcony. Ovidio started to laugh, in disbelief it was that easy to slay the two great kings of Ethelion. Azuraz flinched, and woke up to the eerie sound. Seeing his brother seemingly dead on the floor, he got up, picked up his sword and charged. "Damn you straight to hell Ovidio! I'll let the crows feed on your wretched corps!" Azuraz swung his sword. Ovidio parried with his own, and swung his axe in return. Azuraz brought his shield up, and was spun around by the force of the swing, but countered with his own swing from his sword. Both blades broke from too much edged contact. Azuraz tossed the remainder of his blade at Ovidio to distract him, and thrusted into Ovidio's chest with his shield. It managed to hurt him, even pierce the armor, but only winded him. Ovidio now started to relentlessly pound his axe on Azuraz's shield. With one final powerful swing, Ovidio cleaved Azuraz's shield in two, sending him off his feet, and falling to the ground. Azuraz was now weaponless, but took up his brother's sword. He got up to his feet, and charged one last time. With an overhead swing, Azuraz lunged to Ovidio. Ovidio blocked, countered with a sweep to the leg. Azuraz lifted his leg high, and swung again for Ovidio's head. As Ovidio went to block, Azuraz redirected the attack, and slit Ovidio's wrist. The massive axe fell to the ground, with no scream of pain, Ovidio punched Azuraz in the face, grabbing hold of Azuraz's arm as he staggered and kneed Azuraz in the stomach with him greaves. However, at that same moment, Azuraz drove the sword through Ovidio's gut. A gasp of unbelief and pain came from Ovidio. He reached for his axe, to end the fight. Axe in the opposite hand, Ovidio swung, just to have Azuraz tear the blade from his stomach, spin around him to dodge, and drive the sword through his back. "Die" Azuraz whispered in Ovidio's ear. "It will take more than a holy man and a rusty blade to kill me."  Ovidio proclaimed, stumbling over his words trying to hide the pain. Azuraz tore the sword from Ovidio's back, and cross cut, swing following swing, on Ovidio's back. He fell to his knees. Azuraz walked over and stood infront of the dying Ovidio. "Killing you will not bring my brother back, nor the thousands killed by your hands. But it's start." Azuraz prepared the blade for a quick thrust and started chanting. Ovidio let out a menacing laugh and starting speaking in the vile language of the demonic plane. "Anu vali sildil." The balde turned fiery red with a blueish white mist surrounded it. Azuraz burried the blade in Ovidio's neck, piercing right through, holding him up from falling. With the last possible breath, Ovidio let out a war cry, or at least it seemed. "You shall never rest for your deeds, and you will burn in the fires of oblivion for eternity!" Ovidio's body was  turning to obsidian, unbreakable. As Ovidio's whole body turned to a deep black, so black if you were to look at it you'd think it would go on forever. Azuraz twisting the hilt as much as he could, the blade still firey red and bent it as much as he could. Snapping the hilt and grip of the blade from the balde itself, the blade turned to obsidian.

The whole balcony exploded in a bright purple violet light. Azuraz gathered himself from the floor and collected the two pieces. He stared at them for a while. Remembering his brother, he ran over to Haldamir's side. "Brother, do you live?" He asked as he examined the gaping hole in Haldamir's chest. "Heh, seems you killed him. I figured we'd both die without me to keep his attention." Azuraz couldn't help but get a little upset. "Now isn't the time to gloat! Besides! Look who's on the floor!" Haldamir coughed up some blood, what little hadn't spilled all over the balcony. "It would seem I'll be staying here pup." Azuraz looked at his brother's eyes, seeing them start to close forcefully. Haldamir's breaths became fewer and were further apart. "No, we're going to bring you back. You will not rest here." Azuraz took the grip of Haldamir's swrod, and put it within Haldamir's hand and pressed it to his chest. "You'll rule well brother." Haldamir's last words frightened Azuraz more than anything. "He'll return." Azuraz's eye widened. "What do you mean?" Azuraz turned and looked at Ovidio, now a permanent adition to the castle's balcony. Rage filled Azuraz's hearth. Three years of planning and a war that cost him half his people's lives.
The last breath left Haldamir's body.

Azuraz heard a crash, but paid it no mind. He stared at his dead brother's face, burning the image of it in his mind. A strong wise man, died far too young. A fallen king. "He's dead."  Azuraz lifted his eyes, but not his head, to see the white and purple robes of his younger brother. "Yes, as is Ovidio." Marlenus cast a spell, one not to Azuraz's knowledge. Haldarmi's body lifted off the ground. "Come, let his people see the honor he has brought them." Azuraz stood up, looked at Ovidio's shape one last time. "He'll return" Azuraz whispered to himself. Walking down the main road of the city. Azuraz, Marlenus and Haldamir, floating on a hovering disk, walked through a crowd of soldiers, their own. And a city littered with corspes. Every just stared in silence, it couldn't be told if it was disbelief their king had fallen, or that they achieved their goal. Marlenus kept most of his attention on keeping the disk floating, but scanned all of the soldier's faces. He couldn't tell what any of them were thinking with his ESP. It was almost as if none of them had any thoughts what-so-ever. Azuraz walked, half limp, staring into nothing and without a care. Half way down the road, a soldier left the crowd lining either side of the road. He walked directly infront of his king. It was a paladin. He unsheathed his sword and stopped Azuraz in his tracks. Azuraz carelessly looked up at him. "Will a third king fall this night?" Azuraz questioned. The paladin looked at his king's sheath, seeing it without a blade. He gripped his own sword by the blade, bowed, and offered his own blade to his king. "My sword is my weapon. It is to serve my king, his kingdom, my country and her people. Yours is your wisdom, and your heart. That gives you a two to one advantage, my lord. I offer you my sword, in the hopes it will never have to be used again." Azuraz could do nothing but stare at this young man, not even of age to have a wife. Azuraz slowly, gently took hold of the sword and relieved it from this young paladin. The boy took off his helm, and he looked so young his voice did not even suit him. "Sire?" The boy motioned to Azuraz's armed hand. Azuraz nodded. The boy took hold of his king's arm, and raised it to the air, along with his helm and let out a cry. For a moment after, it was silent and then a massive roar came of the army that stood in the city nearly shattered the stone that keeps it standing. Azuraz and Marlenus began to walk again, eventually reaching the gates. A general stood there, looking at his king, ever more proud to serve than earlier that night. Azuraz stopped, and slightly turned his head to him. "Burn it." Azuraz said before he began to walk again. The general nodded, and looked to the soldiers beginning to celebrate.
The way home was nearly lit by the burning city.

"Why have things changed so much father?" Baltair said. The man turned his head to look out the window, to the burning city. "Not everything can stay the same, my son." Baltair looked to his father's crown. "Is that that hilt of Haldamir's sword?" His father took it off his head, and showed Baltair the crack where the metal had snapped when Azuraz imprisoned Ovidio nearly two centuries ago. "Yes, my son. And this is what they've come for." An old man in white and purple robes came crashing into the chambers of Baltair and his father. "Neanyran! There's no time to waste, we must get you and your son to safety." Baltair jumped off the bed. "I won't be going with you Marlenus." Marlenus stopped, and stared at his elder nephew. "You mean to stay. To what end? You know they will just ki-" "I will not leave my kingdom to fall by these creatures when my grandfather fought so long ago to protect it." Neanyran cut Marlenus him short. "You will take the boy to safety, teach him everything you know, raise him as if he were your own." Marlenus looked to the boy. "But father, I want to stay here." Neanyran knelt down and hugged his son. "You are but only a boy of four years my son. You have great things to do." A giant crash could be heard outside the massive sleeping chamber. "They're nearly here." Marlenus said nervously. "Will I ever see you again father?" Baltair asked. A long silence filled the room, interrupted by a woman's scream. Neanyran looked into his son's eyes. "One day my boy. And we'll be together forever after." Marlenus interrupted. "Neanyran, if you want me to save your son, I must take him now!" Neanyran stood up, brushed his son's hair into a mess and gave a gentle tickling poke at the neck. "Take him, send in whatever guards you pass. I doubt he'll come alone." Marlenus picked up the boy, and started to leave the room. "Wait!" Neanyran called. He ran over to Marlenus carrying a sheathed sword. "When he is of age, give him this." Marlenus recognized it as the same sword the young paladin gave his older brother those nearly two centuries ago. Marlenus took the blade, and charged out of the room, faster than what would be expected of an old man. Baltair looking over Marlenus' shoulder took one last glimpse of his father's face. A smile appeared. And a tear. As the door shut, Neanyran opened his trunk, near the foot of the bed. He took out his two scimitars and put on his chainmail. As he finished dressing, the castle guard arrived to aid him. "Good, they should be here any moment." Just as Neanyran finished speaking, the opposite doors smashed open, knocked off their hinges. A youngish looking man walked in first. Pale skin, red eyes and short white hair. He was accompanied by a few score of soldiers. "Ah, just who I was looking for, Neanyran." The young man hissed.  "Welcome, Erestor Dor'Thonion. Or would Erestor of Romonul be more appropriate?" Erestor's eyes narrowed. "Does it bother you? Hearing the language your kind's tongue speaks." Erestor's eyes grew again. "Not at all my dear king, I just haven't heard it for an age." Neanyran did not know what to expect. "Do you have the crown, dear Neanyran?" Neanyran looked to his bed. "Kill them." Erestor nearly sang. Neanyran and his men were outnumbered by at least double. However Neanyran fought with blinding speed, cutting down a solider before the previous hit the floor. The battle didn't last long, to the point where only Neanyran, Erestor and two castle guards remained. "You're going to die here tonight, king of Carthanian!" The two remaining guards charged for Erestor. Erestor buried one of two long swords in a guard's head, piercing straight through the helm. The guard went to drop the halberd, instead Erestor took hold, and plunged it into the other guard's stomach. They both fell together. Erestor took back his sword and began to dance as it was now only him and Neanyran who remained. "Shall we dance?" Erestor taunted. "You're digusting" Neanyran remarked and charged in. Neanyran swung for the head with the right, and sweeped up the leg with the left. Erestor blocked the overhead swing, but took full force to the leg. Neanyran reversed his attack, to knick the other leg. It worked. Erestor was poorly trained in fighting against extremely well trained fighters. Erestor fell to the floor. Neanyran went to stab Erestor in the chest with the left handed blade however expected the roll and swung to take off Erestor's head with the right hand. Erestor managed to block it. But Neanyran smashed the hook edge of his scimitar into Erestor's shoulder. He was now pinned down, Neanyran pulled him up using the blade. "On your knees, filth." Erestor had dropped his swords to the ground, right next to him. "I'm going to kill you like my grandfather killed your father." Neanyran began to chant the same incantation as his grandfather so long ago. Erestor grabbed hold to one of his swords, and stuck it in Neanyran's chest before he could react. The scimitar was torn from Erestor's shoulder as Neanyran staggered. Erestor grabbed the other sword, stood up and went in for the kill. Neanyran lifted both swords to block any incoming attacks, but to no avail. Erestor knocked one sword straight out of his hand. And stuck the next blade in Neanyran's chest. He fell to his knees. Erestor took from Neanyran, the sword that nearly took off his arm. He admired the craftsman ship and thought it worthy of its next task. "It doesn't end here. "Erestor looked at Neanyran, spilling blood everywhere and having a hard time to catch breath. "Oh I know it doesn't end here. This is only the beginning." Erestor took the scimitar in both hands, and swung. The head flew a few feet. Erestor walked over to the bed and picked up the crown. He tore the hilt from it and tossed the crown away. "A hundred years it took to get you. Now to get the last piece." Erestor looked around curiously. "Where's that little runt son of his?" Erestor's eyes widened, he turned to look at the headless corpse.
A scream of unrivaled anger could be heard throughout the entire burning city.