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As the boy and his army landed on the shores of Tenebris, a fortress loomed up ahead. Its granite walls seemed held up by the very hills themselves. The boy put the helmet on, raised the sword over his head, and yelled out. The skies darkened, thick clouds of fury formed, and rain began pouring down. Then, turning to his army, he spoke: “May this storm follow me wherever I go, staying where I walk, covering the land until the day my country has been avenged. Then will you who live through be set free. I see it punishment enough for you to kill your own… to murder them in their sleep, to fight them in battle.” Horns and drums sounded from the fortress. One of the men stepped forward. “They have sounded warning. It is known that a mage stands in our-” The man crumpled to the ground as his young chieftain ran him through. “‘Tis no magic I practice, but a gift given me by the divine. The next of of you to say I practice magic will be dragged behind a horse, until he die, however that may be.” The soldiers looked nervously between the boy and their king’s home, the fortress. “Aye King!” yelled out a voice from the back. “Let you be known from this time on as The Lord Dethroner, for no king shall stand before you! Any man, woman, or child that fails to call you so, will be sent to hell. You are our Lord, and not one life shall live, but by your will.” The man speaking pushed his way to the front and addressed the boy face to face. He carried a scar over his left eye, and wore a black beard, twisted into a braid. — Excerpt from A Sailor’s Tale of Tenebris, as told by Callos Histos. The ground was a slough. Armor sunk in, falling, and slipping, but the soldiers were pushed on by a whip. Kel spun and moved through the soldiers, constantly stabbing and slicing. Men fell, groaning in agony, few dead, but many wounded. He swept through them like a gust of wind, leaving chaos in his wake. But even love can’t carry one forever. Thrusting the dagger forward, Kel slipped, falling to the ground. Water splashed up in his face and mud flew in his eyes. Rolling, he kicked and fought back to his feet, but a hard shield rammed him from behind. Hardened wood struck bone, skin split on rivets, and blood seeped through the linen shirt. After being thrown down, iron hands grabbed him, and held him up. A bugle sounded, and men called out that the defier was taken. Several minutes passed as they held him, pressing a sword to his neck. Minutes later, the ranks parted and there came a man in imposing armor, with a two handed broadsword over his shoulder, and a great, horned chieftain’s helmet on his head. Walking just behind and to the right was a man with grey hair, whose beard twisted down into a long braid. A pale scar ran above his left eyebrow. The man in front spoke, his voice like thunder: “So now I get to meet the stumbling block of my army.” He smiled, anger hiding behind his grey eyes. “Your willingness to fight is rare. You are the only one that decided to try and stop me. But there’s one thing you don’t understand… I won’t stop. You fight for love, but love is something to be lost. I can’t lose it; I’ve already lost all there is to lose. It was taught to me very long ago that mercy, peace, joy... and love, are not things which will come by while you wait, you can’t count on them. They must be brought in. So I’ve decided to step up and do it. I will be the sword, but I will also be the peace. I will bring justice, but there also will be mercy. I will bring order to the chaos. Darkness will be smoldered out. And you, standing in my way are fighting that. I offer these things, and you fight back?” The man leaned forward. “You have one last chance to aid this cause.” Kel was lifted from his feet as the chieftain stooped down and picked up the bloody dagger known to many of the soldiers as their death. Finally, pulling the strength from his tired muscles, Kel spoke: “In the days after creation, this world Ildathore was beautiful. Only love and joy lived therein.” Lifting his head, Kel let a cold fire burn in his eyes. “But something happened. The beast, dragon, became jealous of something that was given only to man. So it chose to make man pay, it killed the firstborn of Ila our mother. Man saw what had happened, and grew hateful. He hunted the dragon, and threw it down. But he didn’t stop there. When confronted by the Creator, man said he was restoring order where creation had failed. But it was not so. It was hate—” Kel’s words were cut short as his own knife was driven into his heart. The Dethroner moved his face very close.“I have lost everything!” he hissed. A burning began around the wound and Kel took a sharp breath. “Then what do you have to give?” he gasped. The land of Tenebris stayed under the dark clouds. But though he tried, The Dethroner never completely extinguished the light. His storm of revenge continues over Tenebris, but ever hope endures in the hearts of some, looking to the light of what they had and still have. Life… and love. — Excerpt from A Sailor’s Tale of Tenebris, as told by Callos Histos. Written by Buddy J. Edited by The Flabbits Copyright © 2018 by The Flabbit Room
7 Comments
Bethel
9/18/2018 02:00:55 pm
Yay! it's out! such beautiful writing, Buddy!
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Buddy J.
9/18/2018 06:53:34 pm
Thanks! I had a lot of fun writing it.
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Corporal Heath
10/5/2018 08:16:04 am
Tis a war that begins today, i see. No small thing. I cannot wait to see what kind of Medieval star wars this becomes (no insult meant by that, i'm just using a story term that is popular).
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Buddy J.
10/9/2018 10:39:43 am
Hahahahaha! It's amazing to see someone replying to my characters.
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Corporal Heath
6/25/2019 01:55:42 pm
I like doing things like that hahaha
Eleni Kasianides
2/22/2019 04:03:19 pm
Nooooo! Kel!!!! There goes another favorite character...,
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Buddy J.
5/1/2019 06:15:52 pm
Awww... that's so sweet.
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