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Sunday, March 15, 2020

Prophecy of the Ancients II: Realm of the Demon Lords

 Truly, my 13 year old self was the penman of his generation.

REALM OF THE DEMON LORDS
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PROLOGUE
    The Supreme Lord Onimi sat on his throne, tapping his long-nailed fingers on his chair arm. He was waiting for someone... or something, he wasn't sure. His bodyguard Retinax approached him.

    "My lord, the others are ready."

    "Excellent," Onimi muttered. "Let us begin."
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CHAPTER ONE
Underground Thustra
    Jason and the others touched ground at last. They had been climbing for about half an hour until at last they had found a place to stop.

    "Geez!" Ethan exclaimed. "That dude made one deep hole!"

    "I think it might've gone this way," Jason said, glancing at a large tunnel in one of the walls.

    "All right then," Dion said. "Let's go."

    The journey through the tunnel took even longer.

    "This is pointless!" Drake complained. "That thing might be still going through here!"

    "If you want to leave and climb a half-hour to the surface, be my guest," Dion muttered.

    Drake didn't respond and continued walking.

    At last, the group saw light up ahead. They walked faster towards the source. Finally, they reached a village similar to the one on Thustra's surface. The lights were coming from strange looking stones with a dim glow to them. Soon, an elderly being approached them, followed by four guards.

    "Who are you?" the elder demanded. "What do you want?"

    "Calm down," Dion said. "I am Commander Dion of the Earth Alliance. We are tracking down a giant beast of some sort down here."

    "Well, nothing has come through here," the elder said. "Now turn back to where you came from!"

    "We can't. We have to find this creature."

    The elder grumbled. "Fine! Do whatever you want! Just don't bother us!"

    With that, the elder and the guards left.
Surface
    Minutes ago, the throne room of King Alaric's castle was silent, with Alaric's son and heir Homizz standing over the king's dead body. The messenger stood in shock. Soon, others in the castle received the news: Homizz was the new King of Thustra.

    Homizz was alone in his dark room, looking down on an orb. He had had this orb since he was nine years old, not knowing what it could do. Here, he was King and still did not know. Homizz decided to ignore it and headed to his coronation.
*  *  *
    A giant beast perched on a rock ledge and looked upon a sleeping army; his army, from many millennia ago. Soon, it would be time to awaken the army.

    But now, the beast had to arrange plans and bring back his apprentice.
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CHAPTER TWO
    It seemed that the elder was right, Jason thought. The beast couldn't have gone though here as there were no tunnels large enough for the creature to fit through. The group headed for a large, dome-shaped hut to speak with the elder.

    The elder sat in front of a small lit fire. The four guards stood against the walls on either side. Dion approached the elder.

    "Excuse me, but is there any other way we can leave, besides the way we came?"

    The elder sighed. "Yes. There is a tunnel on the opposite side from the tunnel you came from." He lowered his head. "In that tunnel lies the realms of the Demon Lords. They are ruled by the Supreme Lord Onimi." 

    The elder's voice started to tremble. "When I was younger -- when I was known as a hero -- I attempted to face Onimi. But I returned defeated."

    There was silence, until the elder said, "Go. Face the Demon Lords if you wish. But you won't succeed."

    The group left, but Jason lingered behind.

    "Uh, sir?" Jason started. "I didn't catch your name."

    "I have no name," the elder said. "I'm a failure."
*  *  *
    Dion and his group took the tunnel the elder had directed them to. As the group journeyed further and further, the tunnel became darker and darker. Suddenly, a vision struck Jason, stopping him in his tracks.

    It took place in a dimly lit lair, though it was different from the Imperious' lair. A dark cloaked being sat on his throne, his pupil-less green eyes glowing. Before him stood a hideous being with two red wing, skull-like shoulder pads, and four horns; two sticking out from the side of its head and two sticking upwards.

    When the latter being spoke, a booming yet raspy voice came out. "My lord, the others are growing tired. When will the Master come?"

    "Soon, Triskull, soon," the green-eyed being replied. "The Imperious says Zen-Aku has just brought him back and is heading here now."

    "What shall we do in the meantime?" Triskull asked.

    "We have visitors coming. Take care of them."

    "Jason!" Ethan shouted.

    Jason woke from the vision. "What?" he asked.

    "Seems like your mind trailed off," Dion said. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah," Jason replied. "I'm fine."

    The others didn't look convinced but they didn't say anything and continued on.
*  *  *
   The creature soared lowly across the tunnel ground. At last it reached the Demon Lord realms. It flew to the capital, Ankoria, where the Supreme Lord's fortress stood, surrounded by a moat filled with lava. 

    The creature perched on top of a defense tower. It folded up its wings. The beast gave a low growl, like a chuckle.

    It was time to talk.
*  *  *
    Dion and the gang decided to stop walking and relax. Jason sat down, away from the others. What did the vision mean, he asked himself. Who was Triskull? Who was the green-eyed being? And better yet: Why was he always getting these visions?

    The answers for all of those would have to wait, because a Hidiac was standing right in front of him.
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CHAPTER THREE
    The Hidiac had its blade aimed at Jason's throat. Jason tried to call for help, but the Hidiac moved its blade closer. Luckily, Jason didn't need to call, as Usus came up and kicked the Hidiac in the ribs. The zombie-like beast's scream woke up the others. Usus took out his sword and killed the Hidiac. 

    As the zombie collapsed to the ground, a low chuckle echoed throughout the cave.

    "My, I'm quite impressed," a voice said. "And I thought my ambushes were well-planned out."

    "Show yourself!" Leo demanded.

    "Tsk. Very well," the voice said. With that, a black-cloaked and blue-armored, masked being came forward.

    "Who are you?" Dion asked, aiming his blaster at the being.

    "I am Sharik," the being said. "One of the Imperious' greatest strategists."

    Soon, more Hidiacs appeared behind Sharik.

    "How did you get here?" Dion asked.

    "My master granted me teleportation powers. How I found you is a better question."

    "How did you find us then?"

    "Well, this wonderful person named Senfusa was kind enough to tell me."

    "Wait... is Senfusa the elder from the village?" Jason guessed.

    Sharik chuckled. "Why, indeed, boy."

    "We don't have time for this," Dion whispered to Jason. "On the count of three. One... two...."

    "What did you say--" Sharik started.

    "Three!" The group made a run for it.
*  *  *
     The group arrived at a dark, volcanic place.

    "I... think we've... lost him," Ethan panted. He looked up to see a small fortress over them. "Uh-oh," he muttered.

    The gang approached the castle's gates, where two guards stood. The guards crossed their staffs, blocking the gate.

    "You have no permission here nor on the Fire Lord's property. Leave now." Just as the guard said that, Sharik appeared, with twelve Hidiacs.

    The guards' eyes widened. "Sharik?" one guard stuttered.

    "Excuse me, my friends," Sharik said. "The deaths of these 'heroes' shall be quite gruesome."

    "Not if I can help it," Dion said as he shot Sharik in the shoulder.

    The guards charged towards Dion but were struck down by Usus. The Hidiacs screamed and lunged at the heroes, but were swiftly taken out by Dion. Suddenly, the gate opened.

    "You have proven yourselves worthy," a booming voice said. "You may enter."
*  *  *
    The creature came to ground level, right in front of Onimi.

    "Is it time?" Onimi asked.

    "No," the winged beast growled. "Not yet. First, we must bring back my apprentice."

    "Soon, my lord," Onimi said. "We must handle the heroes first."

    The creature's eyes narrowed. "The insects are no threat to us. They will not intervene."

    "Yet it was an 'insect' that killed your apprentice."

    Smoke puffed out of the creature's nose. "Fine. We'll deal with the insects. But make it quick."

    "As you wish, my lord." 
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CHAPTER FOUR
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CHAPTER FIVE
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CHAPTER SIX
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CHAPTER SEVEN
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CHAPTER EIGHT
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CHAPTER NINE
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CHAPTER TEN
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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Prophecy of the Ancients I: The Curse of Zen-Aku

A continuation of my old stories.
THE CURSE OF ZEN-AKU
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CHAPTER ONE
Command Station, Year 2209
    Jason McKnight sat down in the center of the station. Next to him was his best friend Ethan and three others whom he did not know. The commander came in, looking doubtful at all five of them.

    "So... do you know why you're here?" he asked.

    The person opposite of Jason stood. "I'm Leo and I'm here to become a world hero."

    "Traits?"

    "I can throw a thug across Texas."

    The commander nodded then moved to the next person. He stood up. "I'm Conner and I'm here because my parents wanted me to."

    The commander grunted and moved on. He finally came to Jason. "You?"

    Jason stood up. "I'm Jason and... I don't really know why I'm here."

    "Is that so?" the commander said sharply. Jason didn't reply. "Right. Your ship will be ready tomorrow."

    "Uh, sir," Leo started. "Will I be captain?"

    "No, I will," the commander said. "Get packed."
*  *  *
    As dawn rose, Jason started packing. Ethan came in to the room, although it was more like a cell. It was empty besides the bed and closet, and cell.

    "You ready?" Ethan asked.

    "Yeah, soon." As Jason zipped up his bag, he saw a dusty piece of stone with a strange emblem on it.

    "What is it?" Ethan asked.

    "Here." Jason handed Ethan the stone.

    "Dunno. Keep it just in case."

    Jason packed the stone as Conner walked by. "C'mon. Commander's waiting."
*  *  *
    "All right, rookies," the commander said. "We're heading to System 609-048, one and a half hyperspace trips away, and it takes an hour for our hyperdrive to recharge, so get comfortable."

    The engine rumbled and a blue warp gate opened and the ship zoomed into it.

    Jason finally found a time to nap, which was hard because of the loud engine (which was harder when his room was in the ship's back). But as soon as he fell asleep, he wish he didn't. 

    The nightmare was like this: rows of people were chained to a wall. A dark, purple-armored being came up to them.

    "My lord, what shall I do with them?" The being's voice was deep and loud.

    A raspy voice replied. "Whatever you do, don't harm them. They'll be perfect additions to my Hidiacs."

    "As you wish. You." The dark knight pointed to one of the people in the front row. "Congratulations. You're the first Styxyod from scratch." 

    He took out a green/purple colored chip and shoved it into the man's mouth. The man then went through a surprisingly painless mutation, and a blue armored being with a skeleton helmet stood.

    Then Jason woke up.
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CHAPTER TWO
    When Jason came to the bridge, Conner was glued to the main computer. 

    "Er, Conner?" Jason asked. "Are you allowed to do that?"

    Jason and Conner turned around to see the commander. Jason saw a name tag on him, saying "Dion".

    "Get out," he said.

    "Uh, sir?" Jason asked. "Wasn't Dion a knight eons ago?"

    "Haven't you heard of ancestors, kid?" Dion snapped. "Now go strap in. We're gonna make one more hyperjump."

    Soon, once Ethan, Leo, and the fifth member Drake strapped in, Commander Dion hit the hyperdrive button. Nothing happened.

    "What in the name of my namesake..." Dion mumbled.

    "Uh, sir," Conner said, putting on his glasses. "Is... that a mouth?"

    "Oh crud," the commander said. "Hold on! I'm making a u-turn!"

    As Dion swerved the ship around, the monster stretched its head out of nowhere. Soon, an arm, then a body, wings, legs then tail.

    "Great," Conner mumbled. "A space behemoth."

    The thrusters boosted up and the ship speeded away. Unfortunately, the beast was faster. Its mouth widen, ready to swallow the ship when lasers shot out. The beast recoiled, screaming in pain. It spread out its wings and retreated.

    "Thank you, auto-defense turrets," Dion muttered. He hit the hyperdrive button again. This time, it worked. The ship jumped into lightspeed.
*  *  *
    When Jason fell asleep again, he was in the same place as the chained up people. The dark armored knight knelt before a throne, where a tall-looming being shrouded in shadows sat.

    "What is it, Koragg?" asked the same raspy voice as last time.

    The knight, Koragg, raised his head. "My lord, my soldiers have located an Earth-made spacecraft in System 609-048."

    "And I care about this, why?" the voice asked.

    "It could be a threat," Koragg said.

    "No one or thing is a threat to us, Koragg."

    The knight gulped. "I... understand, my lord."

    "Good," the voice muttered. "I was thinking I had to have Necrolai suck your soul out."

    With that, Jason woke.
*  *  *
    "All crew members, we have landed," Dion said over speaker. The crew exited the ship.

    "This place is lame," Drake said.

    It was true, Jason thought. The planet was a wasteland, with solid rock ground and mountains in the distance. Jason felt a strange aura-like feeling to the place. 

    Dion came from behind the group. "Let's go. Time's racing."
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CHAPTER THREE
    Everywhere Dion and the group walked looked like the same place as where they started.

    "This is boring," Drake muttered.

    Leo nodded. "Yeah, boss, where's the excitement?"

    "You sound like whining two year olds," Dion snapped.

    Ethan chuckled. "Ouch. Sharp comeback, man."

    "Shut up," Leo said.

    After almost an hour of walking, the group set down for a rest. Almost everyone were too busy eating to talk. Ethan came to sit next to Jason.

    "What's up, bro?"

    Jason was silent.

    "Jason, you okay?" Dion asked.

    "I... I've been having strange dreams, sir. Like they're real," Jason said.

    "What are they about?"

    "A black and purple knight talking to a raspy voice."

    Dion had a grim look on his face. "This isn't good. Really not go--"

    Before he could finish, the ground gave way and the group fell down a deep hole.
*  *  *
    When Jason woke up, he was in a medieval-styled room, with a lit fire in the fireplace. He seemed to be the only one in the room. When he stood up, he saw the walls covered with portraits, presumably of famous people.

    When Jason opened the door in front of him, a red-armored being with a gold mask stood in the way.

    "Who are you?" the knight demanded.

    "I... I'm Jason."

    "You are?" the knight interrupted. "Well, pardon me then. Er, the king wishes to see you."

    The knight led Jason to the throne room, a large wide room with a red carpet with gold markings spread across the floor. At the end of the room was, of course, a throne where a bold, majestic king with a golden crown on his head sat.

    "My King, he is here," the knight said.

    "Thank you, Jaller. You are dismissed."

    The knight nodded and left Jason with the King.

    "Uh," Jason stuttered, "where am I? Where are the others?"

    "What others?" the King asked. He had a bush brown beard with a bold face. "You were the only one we found."

    "B-but--"

    "The fall must've done something to your head," the King said. "Come into the dining room. You must be hungry."

    In the dining room, there was a long table filled with food on plates and in bowls. There was a royal looking chair, where the King took his place. Jason took a seat at the opposite end of the table.

    "Help yourself!" the King said cheerfully.

    Jason picked a biscuit from the bowl. It felt like it came right out of the oven. But Jason didn't eat it. Something about the King made him nervous. But he didn't know what.

    "Uh, Your Majesty, what's your name?" Jason asked.

    "I am King Alaric the Second of the Kingdom of Thustra," said the King. "Aren't you hungry?"

    "Uh, no, Your Highness."

    "But you must be, lad!"

    Jason got up. "Uh, may I leave? Sir?"

    King Alaric lowered his head. "I'm afraid not." Suddenly, two black-armored guards came and seized Jason. "We must talk."
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CHAPTER FOUR
    Dion, Leo, Drake, Ethan, and Conner walked down a tunnel they had found when the ground collapsed. Unfortunately, Jason was missing.

    "How long is this tunnel?" Drake asked lazily.

    "Ask Smarty," Dion muttered, glancing at Conner.

    "There's light ahead!" Conner exclaimed.

    The group ran towards the light, climbed a small group of rocks, until finally, they were on the surface again.

    "Whoa," Ethan said under his breath.

    Apparently there was life on the planet. Enough life to make a small village even. When the group fully emerged, a hunched elderly man awaited them.

    "Who are you?" the man demanded. "What brings you here to our village?"

    Dion stepped forward. "I am Senior Commander Dion of the Earth Alliance. My crew and I have come to ask your planet, Thustra, to join the Alliance."

    The man sighed. "We would like to, but we can't."

    "Why not?" Leo asked. "Scared?"

    "We are not cowards, off-worlder!" the man snapped. "Our village... is cursed."

    "How?" Dion asked.

    "There was a dark being, named Zen-Aku, who came to our village. He hated us, and all others on this planet, and so he cursed us. The curse is that if any of us leave the village's borders... we will die."
*  *  *
    Jason sat in a cold, empty cell. There were only two things in it: a wooden, unsteady bed, and and a porter potty. He waited for an hour until King Alaric and two black guards came.

    "You have two options," the King said. "Stay here for eternity or--"

    "Die?" Jason interrupted.

    "Yes. You do read minds well, don't you? What is your choice?"

    Jason looked at the ceiling. There was an air vent right there. If he could just jump high enough....

    "You'll never take me alive," Jason muttered. He jumped and managed to grab the vent and pulled it off.

    "Seize him!" Alaric shouted. The cell door opened and the two guards ran in, but Jason was already in the vent.
*  *  *
    Alaric clenched his fists. One of the guards walked towards the King, while the other tried to get into the vent. 

    "What will you tell the Imperious?" the first guard asked.

    "Nothing. Not yet." The King turned away, heading back for his throne.
*  *  *
    Dion and the group sat in a bar, waiting for their drinks... and for Jason. The elderly man they had met earlier came in.

    "Pardon me, but I have failed to introduce myself," he said. "I am Vakama, elder of the village." Dion and Vakama shook hands. "Are you on a quest?" Vakama then asked.

    "We're looking for our friend, Jason," Conner said.

    "When we woke up," Dion started, "he was gone. I believe he was captured."

    "No, not captured," Vakama said. "Possibly saved. The only ones who go underground are King Alaric's forces."

    "Where's King Alaric?" Dion asked.

    "Southeast of the village. But you can't get to him."

    "Why not?"

    Vakama sighed. "Because, despite being offworlders, you too are affected by the curse."
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CHAPTER FIVE
    Jason journeyed through the air vent, avoiding strong powered fans. He [went?] through a maze of corridors, until he walked across another vent gate. A meeting was being held.

    "Sir Navi, we have armies ready to attack King Jarsan's castle," a voice said.

    "Excellent," another voice, most likely Sir Navi's, replied. "Send them to surround the castle."

    Jason didn't stick around to hear more and continued through the air vent.
*  *  *
    A vision struck Jason like a blade. Once again, it took place in a dark place, where a throne was placed.

    "Koragg," the raspy voice hissed. "Come here."

    The purple and black knight knelt before the shadowed being. "What is thy bidding, master?"

    "The time has come. I've found the boy near King Alaric's castle. Retrieve him."

    "As you wish."
*  *  *
    Jason knew "the boy" meant him. He hurried and found a vent gate leading outside. He ran like crazy, hearing marching footsteps nearby. Whether it was Alaric's army or Koragg, he didn't care. He needed to find Dion, Ethan, and the others quick.
*  *  *
    Dion couldn't believe it. They were basically stuck here unless the curse was lifted, which didn't seem likely anytime soon. Vakama came up to him.

    "There is hope, commander," the elder said. "My grandson, Kapura, here..." He glanced at a young man in red armor. "There are rumors that he is unaffected by the curse."

    "What started the rumor?" Drake asked.

    "Once, Kapura left to find food and passed the village's borders. He returned alive. Two years since then, he's not died."

    "And how could that help us?" Leo asked, rudely.

    "Well, the 'immune' charm is contagious, apparently, according to the rumor."

    "We'll take the chance," Dion interrupted. "Let's go, guys."
*  *  *
    Jason continued running until he came into a forest. Thinking he'd lost Alaric and Koragg's men, he slowed his pace. The forest was, naturally, nothing but trees. No bushes, and the trees didn't have leaves on them, which for some reason creeped Jason out. 

    He explored the forest for a few minutes when he found a strange tree, almost creepier than the others. It was black and hollow, branches arranged like arms and three holes in the shape of a face. Jason shuddered and moved on.
*  *  *
    Kapura led Dion and the group out of the village.

    "So where are you heading?" Kapura asked.

    "We're looking for our friend Jason," Dion answered. "We think he's at King Alaric's castle."

    "I can lead you to it!" Kapura ran off.

    "I have a bad feeling about this," Ethan muttered.
*  *  *
    Jason was lost. Every time he made a turn, he came back to where the black tree was. Jason was now officially creeped out. He gave up and examined the tree. It had to be responsible for all this.

    He touched the black tree and suddenly, a branch arm seized him.

    "Who dares awaken Maluarbor?!" a voice boomed.
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CHAPTER SIX
    "Answer me!" the tree roared.

    Jason looked up at the tree's face. "I... who are you?"

    "I am Lord Maluarbor of the Trees of Thustra!" the tree boomed, proudly this time. Then the tree's eyes narrowed at Jason. "Why have you awaken me?"

    "I... I didn't know you were alive."

    "You couldn't tell by my powers?"

    "What powers?"

    "You are blind," Maluarbor sighed. "I rule this forest. Any who enter may not leave unless permitted."

    "Why can't anyone leave?" Jason asked.

    The tree sighed. "I must tell you the full story then." He placed Jason on a nearby rock. "When Alaric became king, he had all of Thustra's forests cut down to make ships, bridges, houses, so on. Fortunately, I managed to protect my forest just in time by putting a charm on it. Now nobody can leave and instead enjoy the beauty of nature."

    Jason looked up at the Tree Lord. "Sir, I have to leave. I'm looking for my friends and Alaric's men are following me."

    The Tree Lord sighed. "Very well, you may leave. But promise me you'll return to nature if you get the chance."

    "I promise."

    With that, Maluarbor led Jason out of the forest.
*  *  *
    "Koragg, sir! We've lost him!" a Hidiac growled. "Should we return to the lair?"

    "No," Koragg muttered. "Signal Morticon and the Beastman."
*  *  *
    At last, Dion, Kapura, and the others arrived at King Alaric's castle. As they reached the front, the drawbridge dropped down where a pale, long-faced man stood.

    "More visitors? The King is growing impatient," the man said. "Guards, seize them."

    Inside the castle, Dion and the group were placed before King Alaric.

    "I assume you are the 'others' my previous prisoner referred to," the King muttered.

    "Wait," Ethan said. "You mean Jason was here?!"

    "Whatever his name was, yes," the King answered. "I've sent my heir, Homizz, to capture him."

    "Let us go!" Leo shouted. "Or I'll break your neck!"

    "My, you must be the tough one of this group," Alaric muttered. "Navi, have them executed."

    Navi, the long-faced man, nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."
*  *  *
    Standing over Jason was a black-cloaked man, with a bow in his hand and an arrow pack slung over his shoulder. His face was masked with only his blood-red eyes showing.

    "And people wonder why my father considers me a great hunter," the man said to himself.

    "Who are you?" Jason asked.

    The man chuckled. "Glad you asked. I am Homizz, heir of King Alaric."
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CHAPTER SEVEN
    "Let me guess," Jason said. "Alaric sent you to capture me again."

    "Duh," Homizz replied. "Or kill you where you stand, either way."

    "What does Alaric want with me anyway?" Jason demanded.

    "I don't know. And I don't care. He just told me to bring you in -- dead, if necessary." Homizz then readied his bow and aimed at Jason. Just as he fired the arrow, Jason leaped out of the way. Before Homizz could fire again, Jason ran like the wind.

    "Not much into a fight, are you?" the hunter mocked. He fire again, missing by an inch above Jason's head. Jason finally managed to lose Homizz by heading to a very dark cave.
*  *  *
    Navi led the group to the execution room, with a fully-hooded man with an ax in hand waiting.

    "You know what to do," Navi said to him.

    The brute nodded and raised his ax. At the last possible second, Leo kicked the brute in the legs, causing the executioner to topple forward. The group moved aside, narrowly missing the ax. Freeing themselves from the cuffs Navi had placed on their hands, the group began their escape.
*  *  *
    In the cave, very few lit torches hung on the walls. Jason took a torch and journeyed deeper into the cave. He could've sworn he heard voices echoing through the cave. He looked at a few ancient drawings on the wall, presumably depicting Thustra's ancient civilizations and symbols. Jason ignored them and continued.

    Now the voices were getting closer... and clearer.

    "He suspects nothing," said one voice.

    "Or does he?" another replied. "He may be smarter than he appears."

    The first voice chuckled. "True. But no matter. Do we kill him now?"

    "Be my guest."

    Jason turned around to see an ugly being before him, carrying a staff with an O-shaped tip. 

    The beast's mouth curved into a smile. "Hello."
*  *  *
    When the group reentered the throne room, a row of guards were waiting. Their swords blasted a strange red beam of lightning. Fortunately, Dion and the others managed to avoid the blasts.

    "This way!" Dion shouted, as the gang headed for the door leading to the drawbridge. Before they were less than ten feet away, the door opened and a cloaked, red-eyed man entered.

    "Did I miss something important?" the man asked.

    "Homizz, at last!" King Alaric exclaimed. "It appears our former prisoner's friends have come to avenge his death."

    "If that former prisoner was dead, yeah," Homizz replied.

    "What do you mean?!" Alaric demanded. "He's still alive?!"

    Homizz sighed and nodded. 

    "I trusted you to take care of him!" Alaric shouted, startling a few guards.

    "I know, father, but--"

    "Enough!" Alaric snapped. "Now take care of these prisoners."

    "But they're gone," Homizz said.

    "What?!" It was true: Dion, Kapura and the others had escaped.
*  *  *
    Jason ran past the person-sized beast and escaped the cave. Waiting there was an armored yeti with a club. It slammed the club into the ground, knocking Jason down.

    "Fightoe, tell Warmix I've got him!" the yeti said to the ugly-faced beast.

    "Well done, Bellow," replied the ugly beast, Fightoe. "I'll take him to Koragg."

    "No, I will!" the yeti protested.

    "We'll both take him," Fightoe decided.

    "Fine." As the yeti picked Jason up, a samurai-armored figure arrived.

    "Warmix, we've got him," Fightoe said.

    "Excellent. The Imperious will be pleased," Warmix said.

    The three beasts then left with Jason in tow.
*  *  *
    "I think... I think we've lost them," Dion panted.

    Leo cracked his knuckles. "Why couldn't we pound those twerps?!"

    "We didn't stand a chance, Leo," Dion answered. "We were lucky enough to avoid those guards' weapons."

    The group were suddenly interrupted by a strangely familiar voice. "Good thing I'm here to save the day."

    It came from a bearded man with blue and gold clothes. Dion could only say the man's name: "Daggeron."
---
CHAPTER EIGHT
    Warmix, Fightoe, and Bellow brought Jason to an underground lair; the exact same one in Jason's dreams.

    "My lord, we have him," Warmix announced.

    No response. Jason noticed no one was sitting on the throne. Was Warmix blind? Then a raspy voice, the same from Jason's visions, spoke.

    "Well done, Warmix," it said. "Come here, boy."

    Jason gulped and stepped forward.

    "Do you know where you are?" the voice asked. "This was once the Temple of Tao Zanto. Of course, you wouldn't know." The voice cackled.

    Then something hit Jason. "Who is Zen-Aku? Do you know him?"

    The voice stopped laughing. "Do I know him? Do I know him?! Foolish boy...." Suddenly, the voice grew deeper. "I am Zen-Aku!"

    Jason blinked. Even the three beasts were surprised. Then, a black-armored figure with a wolf-shaped mask stepped out.

    "Where is the Imperious?!" Warmix demanded.

    "Oh, he's fine. I just took on his role because he was too busy to come to Thustra and had me lead the army here," Zen-Aku replied, though Warmix was still dumbstruck. "Yes, yes, I know. Morticon would've been a better choice. But no matter." 

    Zen-Aku turned to Jason. "Now, I bet you're wondering why you're here." The wolf beast chuckled. "Because you are our only hope in resurrecting Majin Zarak."

    Jason shook his head. "But... he's just a story!"

    "Not what my master, Majin Gorma told me." Zen-Aku paused. "Warmix... gather the Hidiacs and the Chimera. He's coming."
*  *  *
    "Who's Daggeron?" Ethan asked.

    "An old friend," Dion answered.

    "I heard you were having bad luck," Daggeron said, helping the group up on their feet. "So what happened?"

    "We've lost our friend Jason," Conner replied.

    Daggeron sighed, grimacing. "I knew the Imperious' army would be after him."

    "And... who is the Imperious?" Ethan asked.

    "A terrible creature," Dion replied.

    "We have to go," Daggeron said suddenly.

    "Why?" Leo asked. "There's nothing here!"

    "Koragg... he's coming!" 

    But it was too late. A purple energy beam blasted the group to the ground.

    "Go!" Daggeron shouted to Dion's group. "I'll handle him!"

    As the group ran, Koragg, with an army of Hidiacs, approached Daggeron.

    "Well, this is certainly a surprise," the dark knight chuckled.

    Daggeron narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you want, Koragg?"

    "The boy, of course," Koragg said. "You do know the Imperious' plan, correct?"

    "That's why I'm trying to stop you," Daggeron replied.

    Koragg took out his sword. "Well, come on then. Try and stop it."

    Daggeron responded by turning into a gold and blue armored knight with a red cape in a flash of light. He took out a gold sword and lunged at Koragg.
*  *  *
    Dion, Kapura, Ethan, Drake, Conner and Leo were soon blocked by their destination by a swarm of Hidiacs and a hideous beast.

    "Get down!" Kapura shouted. "It's a Chimera!"

    The group did so as the Chimera breathed out a blast of fire. Dion pulled out his dual blasters and fired at the Hidiacs. The henchmen went down easily except for the Chimera.

    "We have to fall back!" Conner cried.

    "No!" Leo shouted. "I'm not giving up!"

    "Dude," Drake said. "As much as I think you're cool, you'll never live a fight against that... thing!"

    "Come on, Leo!" Dion shouted as he grabbed Leo by the shoulder.

    The Chimera roared in both anger and laughter as the group fled.
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CHAPTER NINE
    King Alaric was pacing back and forth in his throne room, waiting to be signaled by the Imperious to begin the plan. Homizz, who was watching his father's pacing, was obviously annoyed.

    "Your Highness, would you stop that? Who knows when the Imperious is ready."

    "Koragg said it would be soon," Alaric replied.

    "Well, sometimes plans change," said Homizz.

    "Just... leave me," Alaric demanded. Homizz rolled his red eyes and left.
*  *  *
    Blades clashed as Daggeron and Koragg dueled on Thustra's plains. Koragg kicked Daggeron in the shins, knocking the gold knight down.

    The dark warrior chuckled. "Naturally, heroes are weak."

    Koragg raised his sword, ready to deliver the final blow. Suddenly, a roar was heard in the distance. Distracted, Koragg turned around in the sound's direction. Daggeron took this advantage and grabbed the dark knight's leg. Koragg looked down at Daggeron.

    "You're pathetic," he muttered and shook the golden warrior off.
*  *  *
    Jason struggled against the chains keeping him to a stone wall. After ten minutes, he gave up. Still, he wondered, how could he help Zen-Aku in bringing this "Majin Zarak" back?

    Jason lowered his head in defeat. Then the cell door opened and Fightoe stepped in and took Jason off the wall.

    "What are you doing?" Jason demanded.

    "Bait," Fightoe answered with an ugly, sly smile.
*  *  *
    Dion and the group ran back to the village, where Vakama was waiting.

    "Well?" the elder asked. "Have you found your friend?"

    "No," Dion panted. "Koragg's forces are after us."

    "Well, we can't help you there," Vakama said sadly.

    "I didn't say you had to," Dion muttered.

    The group and the villagers retreated to their homes as the Hidiacs, Chimera, and other beasts marched forward.
*  *  *
    The source of the roar charged at Koragg and Daggeron. It was a horned, hunched humanid beast with an unfriendly face. Apparently, at the sight of Koragg, it slowed to a stop. It lowered its head to Koragg and growled at Daggeron.

    The dark knight chuckled and turned to the behemoth. "Kill."
*  *  *
    It happened so quick to Jason it was like a blur. The ceiling broke down and a huge, black tree was in view. The tree grabbed Fightoe and threw him fifty miles away.

    "Maluarbor?" Jason guessed.

    "Correct," the tree said as it gently grabbed Jason. "I admire heroism. Which is why my friends and I have come."

    "What friends?" Jason asked.

    Soon, his question was answered when approximately ten grey trees, a foot shorter than Maluarbor, came from a distant forest.

    "Whoa," was all Jason could say.
*  *  *
    At last, Alaric stopped pacing. Just then, a messenger ran into the room.

    "My king, the Imperious' army is ready to seize the village!" the messenger announced.

    "Excellent," Alaric replied. "Send Navi's men."
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CHAPTER TEN
    Dion, Ethan, Conner, Leo, and Drake sat at a long, wooden table. Ethan and the others sat at the side while Dion and Vakama sat at the ends.

    "Do you know why these dudes are after your village?" Ethan asked Vakama.

    "No," the elder said. "I don't know what they want. They're just... cruel."

    "Then we must fight!" Leo said.

    "Leo..." Dion said. "We won't stand a chance against fifty henchmen and a Chimera."

    There was much silence until Kapura ran in. "They've entered the village!" he said.

    Dion's group took random objects from the wall: A long stick, knives, etc.

    "Well, hey..." Drake sighed. "If we die, they'll die when they have."
*  *  *
    Before the Behemoth could seize Daggeron, the gold knight backflipped and sliced the beast's horns off. The Behemoth roared in agony and charged back towards Daggeron. This time, the knight leaped forward and plunged his sword into the beast's chest, killing it. Soon, Koragg and Daggeron came face-to-face again.

    "Impressive," Koragg said sarcastically. 

    The dark knight unsheathed his sword. Daggeron readied his. The opposite knights lunged at each other once more.
*  *  *
    The Hidiacs attacked the village, with Dion and the others doing their best to hold their stand. The Chimera was face-to-face with the village's most skilled fighter, Usus. 

    The Chimera grabbed Usus and held him over its head. The warrior took out his dagger and stabbed the beast's head, causing it to drop him. The Chimera roared in pain, just as Kapura came up and attacked the beast with a fallen Hidiac's sword. The young villager plunged the sword into the Chimera but to no effect. It took the sword out and charged at Kapura.

    With the Chimera distracted, Usus threw his dagger at the beast's head, grabbed the sword, and finished it off.
*  *  *
    Jason, Maluarbor, and his fellow trees journeyed across Thustra's plains to find Dion and the others.

    "Where do you think they are?" a high-pitched-voiced tree asked.

    "Most likely Alaric's castle, where I was," Jason said.

    "Doubtful," Maluarbor said.

    "How do you know?" Jason asked.

    "I know King Alaric," the black tree replied. "A little too much. He doesn't keep prisoners alive unless told to."

    "So, are they dead?"

    Before Maluarbor could answer, a boulder flew by.

    "Catapults!" the high-pitched tree shouted.

    Maluarbor put Jason down. "Go! We'll catch up!"

    Reluctantly, Jason ran.
*  *  *
    Just when it seemed like victory, Alaric's men marched towards the village, followed by catapults and small turret towers. Soon, the village was out-numbered. The group had no choice but to surrender.

    The villagers were all out, arms behind their head. General Navi approached Dion.

    "It's sad," Navi muttered. "You came here in hopes of a simple alliance." The pale general cackled. "And you got an opposing force." He turned to his right-hand man. "Cuff them."

    Just then, a boulder flew by and took out sixty percent of the Hidiac army. The villagers and Navi's army looked up to see a horde of giant trees, hurling boulders at the Hidiacs. With Navi distracted, Dion took the cuffs and knocked Navi out with them.
*  *  *
    Daggeron was at Koragg's mercy again. This duel was becoming one-sided.

    "I have no time for this," Koragg muttered.

    He sheathed his sword and teleported away. Daggeron got to his feet and saw a figure in the distance. The knight knew who it was and prayed that the figure would be able to end this.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Jason took the same path Fightoe, Warmix, and Bellow had taken to Zen-Aku's temple. At last, he reached his destination.

    Inside, thousands of hideous beasts surrounded a pool of a strange liquid. Zen-Aku came forward, followed by two guards. The beasts started chanting in an unfamiliar language. As they chanted, Zen-Aku raised a staff and blasted a beam of energy at the pool. The wolf-armored being started speaking.

    "It has been eons since our master ruled our empire. Now, he shall rule once more." Zen-Aku's eyes moved in Jason's direction. "And we seem to have a visitor."

    The beasts turned and growled at Jason.

    "Leave us," Zen-Aku snarled. The beasts backed up against the walls.

    Jason stepped forward. "I can't let you bring this... master of yours back!"

    Zen-Aku laughed. "Of course you can't let us. You're a hero. It's what you do." The wolf-masked villain approached Jason. "Now, this is where you come in."

    Zen-Aku swiftly took off his mask and placed it over Jason's face. Before the beasts' eyes, the old body of Zen-Aku crumbled to dust.
*  *  *
    The messenger ran into King Alaric's throne room. "My king, Navi's army has been defeated!"

    "What?!" Alaric said, amazed. "But I... he... I had a brilliant strategy!"

    "Well, then...." Homizz entered the room, with only his red, pupil-less eyes showing. "I think a change is needed."

    In a heartbeat, he took out his dagger and stabbed Alaric in the back.
*  *  *
    Jason felt nothing but pain as the mask took control of his body. Zen-Aku's voice spoke in his mind.

    "In order to bring the Master back, your body is needed for the Master's body core."

    The mask willed Jason to walked towards the pool, despite Jason's resistance.

    No, Jason thought. He won't die like this. He had to stop this. Then, with all his willpower, Jason took the mask off and threw it into the pool. That turned out to be a bad idea as Zen-Aku's upper body emerged.

    "You foolish boy... you cannot escape your destiny. You will regret this day. I promise." 

    With that, Zen-Aku reentered the pool and a giant arm took his place. Jason turned and ran to the exit as soon as a body started to emerge.
*  *  *
    At last, Navi's army and the Hidiacs were defeated. Now all that was left was to find Jason. As Dion and the others were about to leave, Jason ran into them.

    "Jason!" Ethan shouted, glad to see his best friend again. "Where have you been?"

    Before Jason could answer, a giant beast rose up in the distance. It spread out its wings and flew up.

    "You imbeciles!" it roared. "You think it's over... but my conquest has just begun!"

    With that, the beast dove into the ground, creating a large tunnel heading downwards.
---
EPILOGUE
    The village held a small victory celebration, comforted enough with the curse being lifted. Young villagers listened to Jason as he recounted his adventures. In the middle of the celebration, Daggeron returned, exhausted from his duel with Koragg. The rest of the celebration was nothing but that.

    The next day, Dion, Vakama and Daggeron examined the large hold the creature had made in the ground.

    "There's definitely something down there," Dion said. "My crew and I will explore it."

    Vakama nodded slowly. "I've put my trust in you. I'll allow one of my villagers to go with you."

    "I see," Dion replied. "Any volunteers?"

    "I'll go," Usus said.

    "Fine. Daggeron?"

    "I'll stay here and protect the village," Daggeron said. "I have a hunch Alaric may attack again."

    "Then it's settled," Dion said.

    Soon, Dion, his crew, and Usus journeyed into the tunnel.
*  *  *
    Koragg arrived at the true Imperious' temple. He bowed before his master.

    "My lord, Alric is dead."

    "I knew he wouldn't succeed," the Imperious muttered. "And Zen-Aku?"

    "Unknown," Koragg said.

    "Well then," the Imperious said. "Send our other agent."

    "As you wish, my lord."

TO BE CONTINUED

SHORT STORY: "Howl of the Wolf"
For as long as he had lived, Merik had found the Forest of Consenia peaceful and soothing. The war against the Majin obviously ruined that.

Merik's sword clashed with the many blades that belonged to the Majin's henchmen. As the last of the Hidiacs fell, Merik heard a shout nearby.

"Merik, behind you!" Merik turned around to see a tall, blue-gold being raise its blade. Merik ducked just in time as the titan brought his blade down.

Crimson eyes glaring from the being's golden helmet, the titan charged again, intent on crushing the warrior. Just as Merik prepared himself for the worst, ropes suddenly came from thin air, wrapping around the titan's legs and tripping them.

"Thanks, Calindor," Merik said as a warrior in dark blue and red armor came up behind the fallen titan.

Calindor grinned. "I do what I can. Now let's go help Daggeron and Calorak with that Chimera."

Merik nodded and began to follow Calindor when suddenly a bird-like being swooped from the air and grabbed Merik by the shoulders.

"Let me go, you dumb bird!" Merik shouted, but his captor did not reply, instead flying over the land and raging battle below.

As Merik could do nothing but wait for the being to land, he noticed that the winged one was taking him to a dark cave up ahead. The being and Merik touched ground and stood in the cave's opening.

"Any reason why you brought me here?" Merik demanded. The winged creature did not reply. Instead, it gestured to a shadowed figure within the cave.

Merik slowly stepped into the cave, but stopped when he heard the figure speak. "Hello, Merik," it said. "I've been waiting for you."

"Who are you?" Merik demanded. "How do you know my name?"

"Oh, I've known your name for a while," the being replied. "You made yourself quite well-known ever since you defeated many of my Orgs."

Merik's eyes widened slightly. "You're Majin Gorma."

"That I am," said the being, revealing himself. Grey robes wrapped around a pale, almost clay-like body. A horned crown sat onto his three-eyed head. Unlike his brethren, Gorma was only a foot taller than the average humanoid, instead of the titanic beasts the others were.

"So why am I here?" Merik asked, sword in hand.

Gorma smirked. "I know you had a brother once, did you not?"

"What's it to you?" Merik snapped.

"Well," Gorma replied, "I was just hoping a family reunion would be in order..."

The Majin stepped aside to reveal a warrior who looked not unlike Merik and wore ebony armor.

"Zarin!" Merik exclaimed. He tried to run to his brother, but Majin Gorma stopped him.

"Now, I didn't say this reunion would be without conditions," Gorma said, coldly. "You and your brother may leave in peace if you take this..." The Majin took out a wolf-like mask, colored similar to Zarin's armor. "This is the Mask of Xenaku," said Gorma. "Within this mask lies the spirit of a minor Great One, who was exiled by the others for siding with us."

"Why do you want us to take it?" Zarin asked.

Gorma was silent for a moment. "Let's just say," he finally said, "that in our hands, it'll cause too much damage even for our master to handle."

With that, Gorma gave Merik the mask and vanished.
*  *  *
Ever since that day, Merik and Zarin had found their lives more difficult. The two brothers had decided it was best not to tell the other heralds about the mask.

However, it proved to be quite hard, for Zarin had a strange attachment to the mask, always wanting to put it on. But Merik forbade him, knowing the consequences would be dangerous and severe.

"Just imagine the power it could give us!" Zarin once said. "We could be as powerful as the Great Ones!"

"But not as wise," Merik had replied. "We wouldn't be able to control that power. We'd be like the Enemy."

But, as Merik expected, Zarin did not listen, and had tried many times to put on the mask, only to be stopped by his brother. Merik knew Zarin would not stop, so he came to a difficult decision.

"Zarin, I'm telling Photus about the mask," Merik said.

Zarin gave him a look as if Merik had just called a Majin caring. "Are you mad?" Zarin exclaimed. "He'll have us exiled for having the mask!"

"Better than let its spirit wreck havoc!" Merik replied. "Now give me the mask."

"No!" Zarin shouted, unsheathing his sword.

Merik stared into his brother's eyes. "What's happened to you?" he asked, ready to defend himself if Zarin was to strike.

"When Majin Gorma captured me," Zarin said, "he showed me how powerful I could be! I could become a god!"

"No..." Merik muttered. "I won't let you do this."

"Then you'll have to die, brother," Zarin said as he charged towards Merik, sword in hand.

Merik blocked Zarin's attack with his own sword. The two brothers' duel carried for a long time, as they were almost equally matched. After hours of metal blades clashing, the fight came to a standstill.

Zarin's eyes, which were normally black, were now burning red. "I suppose there's only one way to end this," he muttered. He kicked Merik in the shins and lunged for the black mask. As he placed it on his face, Merik heard a loud scream, followed by roars of thunder.

Soon, a deep voice boomed like the thunder. "Who has awakened Xenaku, the one who has been exiled by his brethren?"

Neither Zarin nor Merik replied, as they were both frozen in shock.

Xenaku's spirit chuckled. "Well, how ironic. I've been awakened by two warriors who follow one of my brothers."

Still, neither of the two spoke, but Zarin fell to his knees.

"Ah, was it you, young one?" Xenaku asked, the thunder roaring louder. "Yes, you wear the mask which once belonged to me..." A dark smoke emitted from the mask, consuming Zarin. "Yet I know your motives. You wish to use my power for your own needs, don't you?"

The smoke dispersed and only the mask was left.

"Zarin!" Merik shouted, but he knew his brother was long gone.

"You, however..." The voice spoke to Merik. "You don't desire power, do you? No, of course not." Xenaku laughed. Merik stayed frozen. "You're a hero," said the Dark One. "You'll make the perfect host..."

Merik soon found himself enveloped by the smoke. He felt like a puppet as he unwillingly picked up the mask.

"Our task is simple," Xenaku said, his voice coming out of Merik's mouth. "We will head for Thustra, wipe out those who stood in my way, including that fool Alaric, and enslave the villages. And if the Great Majin and his followers don't interfere..."

The mask lowered over Merik's face and the world around him changed.

"We will once again be feared by all. We are now one. We are Zen-Aku!"

The Kingdom: A Prophecy of the Ancients Prelude

This is a series of stories I wrote WAY BACK in the day. I've decided to finally post them for all to bask in the glorious* writing.

* citation needed
KINGDOM: THE GREAT WAR
---
PROLOGUE
   Once, long ago, on the continent of Kindomia, two brothers -- Gajadom the Ice Ruler, and Ryuuwon the Fire Ruler -- had tried to steal the Corona Aurora, the Crown of the Gods, from its bearer King Oam. But their attempt failed when Zubaan, the Sentinel Knight, defeated them by transforming them into hideous beings and bounded them to their realms.

    After King Oam passed away, trouble arose. Rumors of many evil factions spread across the land. But after Oam's son, Mao, became king, it seemed all was well.

    They were wrong.
---
CHAPTER ONE: BROKEN THOUGHT
    Two cloaked beings calmly walked down a rainy path. The tallest one said nothing while the other one, a head shorter than the first, muttered words indescriptable.

    "I don't know where we're going," the short one said. "There is nothing here except wet grass, dead earthworms and rocks. We're far from the village."

    "We are going to his lair," the tall one said.

    "The Dark Lord's lair?"

    "Yes. We are needed for a meeting."

    As the two entered the cold, dark lair of the Dark Lord, voices could be heard coming from the throne room.

    "You know I don't accept apologies, Camille," said a voice recognizable as the Dark Lord. 

    "But... I couldn't..." stuttered a voice known from Camille.

    "I don't care if you can or can't fulfill your duties," the Dark Lord said.

    "B-but--" Before Camille could finish, a blast was heard. The two cloaked beings entered the room and saw than in Camille's place was a small reptile. 

    "You're late," the Dark Lord said.

    The tall one looked up. "Bai Lai kept stalling," he said. "Besides... I think you bought the time."

    "We're wasting time, Carden," the Dark Lord said. He got up and, to Carden's surprise, was rendred as a simple dark cloak.

    Carden and Bai Lai followed the Dark Lord into the meeting room. All the others were in there, sitting on stone chairs. The Dark Lord sat on the far end while Carden and Bai Lai stood guard at the door.

    "As you can see," the Dark Lord spoke, "I am... weaker than last time. That is because our enemy, the Great Kingdom, have chosen three knights to wipe us out. Only one of them can kill me. And that power is growing stronger as he grows older."

    The people in the room were silent. The Dark Lord continued. "All of you are to stop the three from reaching me. Understood?"

    Everyone nodded.
*  *  *
    Peter Griff had never felt better.

    He and his brothers, Harry and Eddie, were made knights by King Mao. He and Harry were excited about it, while Eddie just accepted it. The three exited the castle in armor for the first time. As the three mounted onto their horses, Harry spoke.

    "I can't wait to fight centaurs, dragons, and gargoyles!"

    Eddie sighed. "Centaurs don't exist, dragons are extinct, and gargoyles are just statues."

    "I was kidding," Harry said as the three set off.
*  *  *
    "When he comes, crush him. Kill him. Understood?"

    "Yes, my lord."
---
CHAPTER TWO: BIRTH OF A KNIGHT
    The journey took awhile for the trio as they kept stopping to either feed their horses, readjust their armor, or find food.

    "I told you to pack up more food and water," Eddie told Harry.

    "I forgot!" Harry replied.

    "We'll stop here," Peter said. "We should get some rest."

    The trio eventually set up their tents, tied their horses to a tree to make sure they didn't run off, and fell to sleep just as the moon rose.
*  *  *
    The campsite was quiet, for a forest. Maybe it was because the animals were peaceful, or asleep. Either way, it was quiet enough for a figure to approach their tent and unsheathe their blade.
*  *  *
   "Peter, do you hear something?" Harry asked, who was still awake.

    Apparently Peter was deep in sleep. But Eddie woke up.

    "I don't hear anything," Eddie yawned. The sword unsheathing sound was heard a second time. "Then again...."

    When Harry and Eddie exited the tent, a green monstrous being was standing there.

    "Oh, drat," Harry muttered.

    Eddie reached for his sword but the being spotted it. "Don't bother," it said coldly. "You won't win."

    "Who are you?" Eddie asked.

    "I am Mantor, the Mantis Warrior. I have been sent to kill you, for obvious reasons."

    "What reasons?" Harry asked.

    Mantor said nothing and raised his blade. Suddenly, Peter woke up, grabbed his sword, and ripped out of the tent. His and Mantor's swords clashed.

    "Harry! Eddie! Run!"

    The two did so and ran to their horses but were blocked by a white bird-like creature.

    "Carden! Kill the horses!" Mantor ordered.

    But before Carden could do so, Eddie cut the rope restraining the three horses, letting them flee. Carden pinned Eddie to the tree.

    "You're a fool to interrupt me," Carden said.

    Eddie freed himself from Carden's grasp and kicked the bird warrior in the leg. Carden showed no sign of pain but was indeed angry. He charged towards him but Harry blocked him. Carden simply pushed him aside.

    "I'm going to enjoy this," Carden muttered as he raised his sword.

    "Watch out!" cried a voice, just as Mantor collided with Carden. Peter approached the others. "You okay?" he asked.

    "I'm fine," Eddie said as Harry got up. "Let's go, before they get back up."
*  *  *
   "You failed?" the Dark Lord asked.

    "I had him, my lord," Carden protested. "Mantor interfered."

    "I did not!" Mantor said.

    "I don't care," the Dark Lord said. "Carden, stay here. Mantor...."

    "Yes, my lord?"

    "Attack the village."
---
CHAPTER THREE: WELCOME TO THE DARK
    People were running as the Rinshi, the Dark Lord's army, marched the village. Mantor came up behind them and halted the army.

    "Why are we here?" he asked himself. "There's nothing here."

    "You're supposed to bring the knights here," said an elite Rinshi that resembled a buffalo.

    "But they're heading for the Dark Lord," Mantor said.

    "Not the trio," the buffalo said. "The others."
*  *  *
    "Are we there yet?" Harry asked, impatient.

    "It's a long way," Peter said. "Plus we don't know where the lair is."

    As the trio walked, a being lurked behind them.
*  *  *
    King Mao stood up after the news of the attack. He walked up to a knight clad in purple armor.

    "Danju, lead your group through the blocked," Mao said.

    "Only one problem, my King," said the King's advisor. "They're at the gate."
*  *  *
    "The plan's to break in?" Mantor asked.

    "Exactly," the buffalo Rinshi said.

    "You thought of everything."

    The Rinshi finally broke the gate open and charged in.
*  *  *
    "Santis, I can't hold them down!" Danju shouted to a red knight.

    Santis ran towards Danju and took down many Rinshi. Unfortunately, more came in.

    "We need help!" Danju said over the marching Rinshi. And help arrived.

    "Coming through!" said a voice. A blue armored knight flew through the army, taking the henchmen down. After he reunited with the other two, Mantor and the buffalo Rinshi arrived. The latter spoke.

    "Well... this is impressive."

    "Who are you?" Santis asked.

    "I am Gyuya, the Buffalord. You are three knights, tonight's new additions to the graveyard."

    More Rinshi came up behind him and seized the three knights.
*  *  *
    "Ever get that feeling?" Peter asked.

    "What feeling?" Eddie replied.

    "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact..." Peter swung around and punched a person in the face. "That we're being watched."

    The person straightened up and pulled out a sword. He was a knight.

    "I am Sir Wallace the Third, right-hand man of Queen Eve. You are on private property. Surrender."
---
CHAPTER FOUR: THE OTHER KINGDOM
    Sir Wallace had taken the trio to a nearby castle. The gate opened and the three were led in. The inside was more brighter than the Great Kingdom's castle, with the sun hitting the three's eyes. At the far end was a throne room, with the Queen sitting upon it.

    "We're dead," Harry said.
*  *  *
    Mantor and Gyuya surveyed the results of the battle.

    "My, I think we should forget about the three knights you and Carden lost," Gyuya said. "We've just broken into the Great Castle."

    "True," Mantor said. "But then, who'll stop the three?"

    "Oh, I have a spy. He'll take care of it."
*  *  *
    "My Queen, these three knights were trespassing on your garden." Two guards came up and seized the trio. "Take them to their cell," Wallace told them.

    As the two guards left, Queen Eve stepped off of her throne. "Have you informed the others?" she asked.

    "About what?" Sir Wallace replied.

    "About the two breakouts?"

    "Oh, ah... no. Not yet."

    "And what about You-Know-Who?"

    "My queen, he is the most guarded prisoner in this castle," Sir Wallace said in an assuring tone. He left the room to follow the guards.
*  *  *
    The Rinshi led the three knights towards a single cell outside the castle. A chain was raised and an indescribable creature carried it off. Mantor and Gyuya exited the castle with a captive King Mao.

    "I have never loved victory so much," Mantor muttered.
*  *  *
    The three young knights were placed in their cell by the two guards. 

    As they were, Wallace spoke to the two guards. "Let's check on our pal."

    The guards left with Wallace.
*  *  *
    A dark, small and cold cell was what held a chained being. Wallace bent down in front of the chained being.

    "How are you doing, Cheetar?" he asked mockingly. "Your buddies forget you?"

    Cheetar did not move but growled.

    "Aww, poor kitty," one guard cooed mockingly.

    Wallace placed a small bowl of food in front of the feline. As the senior knight left, a chain snap was heard. Next thing Wallace knew, a feline was pouncing upon him.
*  *  *
    Peter could hear it all from his cell. But he couldn't do anything. A deep crash was heard as Cheetar went through the castle's top. Sir Wallace looked from the three knights, to the hole in the ceiling, and back to them.

    "All right, you're free!"
---
CHAPTER FIVE: A DARK EMPIRE
    The trio and Wallace headed for the throne room. Queen Eve wasn't there.

    "I have to tell you something," Sir Wallace said. "About the Dark Army."
*  *  *
    Mantor and Gyuya returned to the dark lair. They were victorious. As the two reached the throne room, Carden and Bai Lai blocked them.

    "You are no longer needed," Bai Lai said.

    "What are you talking about?" Mantor asked.

    "About this." And Mantor and Gyuya ceased to exist.
*  *  *
    "Once," Wallace began, "the Dark Lord had more beings at his command. More than now. He had many generals leading different armies. They conquered. Left no survivors. But if they did, they changed them into beasts."
*  *  *
    The cage Santis, Danju and the others were in was being pushed by many Rinshi. As they were slowly pushed, one of the Dark Lord's servants, Chouda, surveyed it.

    "Take them to be mutated," he told the Rinshi. Another servant, Barzoka, also came. "Ah, yes. The red one shall do fine."
*  *  *
    Wallace continued. "After a while, it seemed like there was no hope. Until, at last, a hero rised. His name was Leanbow, a red-armored knight. He confronted the Dark Lord by himself. Leanbow succeeded in defeating the Dark Lord. Unfortunately, Leanbow never made it out."

    And there was silence for a long time.
*  *  * Long ago *  *  *
    "Deviot, I have no patience for your... things," the Dark Lord muttered.

    "They are specialized warriors, mind you," replied Deviot, a cyborg. "Remember this, my lord. I've been to galaxies. Technology has evolved there."

    Deviot prepared to leave just as a red-armored knight broke in. Deviot ran as the knight approached the Dark Lord.

    "Well, if it isn't the greatest knight of all," the Dark Lord muttered.

    The red knight, Leanbow, pulled out his sword. "I am here to stop your darkness!"

    "Oh, are you?" The Dark Lord rose. "You are highly mistaken."
*  *  * Now *  *  *
    "Go," Sir Wallace said. "You aren't safe here."

    "Why?" Peter asked.

    "Just go."

    "But--"

    "Go!"

    With no point in arguing, the trio left.
*  *  *
    A scream filled the castle. Two guards came running over to Sir Wallace.

    "Sir, are you okay?" one asked.

    "He's here," Wallace muttered.

    "Who?" the other replied.

    "The Dark Lord."

    The two guards looked outside. Out there was a dark clouded sky. A voice boomed out.

    "I gave you peace. Time to pay your end of our bargain."
---
CHAPTER SIX: A STEP CLOSER
    "Where do we stop?" Harry asked.

    "Here," Peter said, glancing at an abandoned shop. "We'll set a tent near there."

    "If we can find one," Eddie muttered. 

    "Bet there's one inside," Harry said. He entered into the dark, lifeless shop. He could barely see anything. He accidentally bumped a wall and a sliding sound was heard. A faint light switched on. "Holy cow." 
*  *  *
    "I hope you remember," the Dark Lord said.

    "Oh, I remember greatly," replied Sir Wallace.

    "Excellent. Then you must remember the pain?"

    "Yes. A lot of pain."

    The Dark Lord chuckled. "Good." The phantom-like Lord shot a blast of energy, morphing Sir Wallace into a frightening beast.
*  *  *
    Cheetar ran through a nearby jungle. He was very pleased to be free. He searched for his partners, killing birds along the way. At last, he found five other cat-like beings. A green one, known as Mig, spotted his formerly imprisoned partner.

    "Ah, at last. You've arrived," he said.

    Cheetar nodded. "Yes, thanks to the Dark Lord."

    Mig twitched. "Don't mention him. Even if he freed us."

    An orange cat growled. "And don't thank him either."

    Cheetar growled. "Shall we go?"

    Mig nodded. "Yes, let's."
*  *  *
    "What is it, Harry?" Peter asked, running into the shop.

    "I... found a secret passage of sorts."

    "Why would a shop have a secret passage?" Eddie asked.

    "I don't know," Harry replied. "Shall we go in?"

    "Yeah, let's go."
*  *  *
    "I smell something," Benglo said.

    Mig and Cheetar came to his spot. "Follow the scent," Mig ordered.

    The three ran off.
*  *  *
    The trio walked slowly down the passage, swords ready. It seemed like hours until they reached a door.

    "Shall we--" Harry started.

    "Yes," Peter said.

    Harry pushed the door open.
*  *  *
    "You!" Benglo pounced onto a blue-armored being. "You traitor!"

    "What do you mean?!" the being demanded.

    "You know quite well, Kamador!" Benglo growled. "You abandoned Flurious and Moltar during the Ancient War!"

    "We were outnumbered!" Kamador said. "I had no choice!"

    "Forget him," Cheetar growled, and the Fear Cats left the ninja.
---
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE DARK LORD HIMSELF
    Peter couldn't believe it. 

    "Are we--?" Harry started.

    "At the Dark Lord's lair, yes." As soon as Peter said that, two flying beings swooped over and carried the trio away.
*  *  *
    "My lord, these are the three knights sent to kill you," Carden spoke.

    "Ah, I see," the Dark Lord said, unhappy. He turned to a hideous being next to him. "Lead them to their cell."

    "Yes, my lord," said the monster.

    As the trio were led to their cell, the monster turned around and knocked out Carden and Bai Lai cold. 

    "But..." Eddie started. "I thought you were...."

    "I'll explain later! Come on!"
*  *  *
    "My lord!" called a warrior called Crustasco. "Carden and Bai Lai are down! The prisoners have escaped!"

    The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed. "And Terrorsaur?"

    "I didn't see him."

    "Send Slickagon and Pangolin immediately."
*  *  *
    "Down this corridor!"

    "Who are you?" Peter asked.

    The beast stopped. "You'd know me better as Wallace. Questions later."

    The four of them resumed running just as a glowish [?] blue elite Rinshi came around behind them.

    "Stop, traitor!"

    Wallace threw a dagger at the Rinshi. "Keep going! I'll hold him off!"

    Peter took the lead as Wallace caught up. "Where are we heading?" Peter asked.

    "Take a left then another left."

    And as they did so, the trio ended up back outside.

    "We have to go back," Peter said.

    "Why?" Harry asked. "We'll get killed!"

    "We have to finish the Dark Lord!" Peter exclaimed.

    "Yes, you do," said a voice.

    The three turned around to see a blue floating spirit.
*  *  *
    "So, Wallace... what gave you the urge to betray me?" the Dark Lord asked.

    "Nothing. I just... had to," Wallace said. "And my name is Terrorsaur."

    "Yes, yes, it was... nothing," the Dark Lord said. "Take him to the torture cell and fix him."

    Slickagon nodded and took Terrorsaur away.
*  *  *
    "King Mao?!" Peter asked.

    The ghost nodded. "Yes, my time is over, but your's must go on, for the Dark Lord must fall. You must finish him."

    "But how?" Harry asked.

    "The five jewels of the Corona Aurora. Zubaan shall lead you to it."

    The spirit disappeared and Zubaan stood before them. "Follow me."
---
CHAPTER EIGHT: CROWN OF THE GODS
    Peter found himself at a golden temple. Zubaan immediately walked toward a mantle holding the crown.

    "But... I thought King Mao had the crown."

    "Ask later," Zubaan snapped. "Just take the crown!"

    And the trio were sent back outside the dark lair.
*  *  *
    "All right, Terrorsaur, speak up!" Slickagon growled.

    "I'm not telling where they are," Terrorsaur panted. "Torture me to death if you will."

    Slickagon sighed. "Resume," he told the Pangolin as it placed the electrical stabilizer on Terrorsaur.
*  *  *
    "How do we use the jewels?" Harry asked, glancing at the crown.

    "I dunno, throw them at him?" Peter said.

    Harry chuckled. "Well, we have to sneak into there, right?"

    "Yeah..." Peter said. "What do you think, Eddie?"

    Eddie hadn't said anything since they escaped. "We should head back to the town," he said. "I have a feeling there's something there we need."

    "Well...." Peter looked at the dark lair in the distance. "Okay, let's go."
*  *  *
    Terrorsaur left the torture room to the throne room. "My lord," he said, wincing in pain. "I've been told someone called Majin Zarak is headed here."

    "Ah, yes. My old... friend," the Dark Lord said, in slight disgust. "He is a key part in our plan."

    "My lord, shall I follow the three--"

    "No. I've had enough of your urges."

    Terrorsaur backed away. "As you wish, my lord."
*  *  *
    "I've never realized this town smelled," Harry muttered.

    Peter turned to Eddie. "Where do we go?"

    "There," Eddie said, pointing towards a palm reader.

    "Er... Peter?" Harry mumbled. "You... you go in by yourself. Right, Eddie?"

    "Er, yeah." Eddie nodded. "You go."

    "Fine," Peter sighed and went in.

    Inside, the smell struck like a stab in the back. It smelt like mixtures of perfumes. Peter held his nose. An elderly woman, dressed in black, purple and red cloths, came from behind one of the many curtains in the room.

    "Ah, welcome," she spoke in a raspy voice. "Would you please come in. Don't worry, the smell wears off," she said, noticing Peter's face.

    Peter took a seat in an old wooden chair, while the woman took a seat in a beanbag chair.

    "I am Vivada," the woman said. "Put your palm on the orb."

    An orb appeared out of thin air and Peter put his palm on it. As Vivada mystically read it, Peter felt something dark in him. Just as he thought it, Vivada gasped and jumped out of her chair.

    "The... the sign!" she said.

    "What sign?" Peter asked.

    "The sign of the Majin."
---
CHAPTER NINE: TAO ZANTO AND THE MAJIN
    "The magic?" Peter asked, confused.

    "No, you fool! The Majin! They are demons!" Vivada shuddered. "You are connected to the Dark Lord."

    They were both silent for a long time.
*  *  *
    Terrorsaur, despite the specialized torture, still felt he should leave, but with Slickagon as a watchdog there was no chance. And who was this Majin Zarak? He thought, before now, he was the Dark Lord's most trusted servant. But no more. He just hoped the three he risked his life to free were okay.
*  *  *
    "How am I connected to the Dark Lord?" Peter asked.

    "I don't know, sadly," Vivada replied.

    "And what is the Dark Lord's name?"

    Vivada shuddered. "He... he was my son," she sobbed. "He was a good boy. His name was Rio." She paused. A painful pause. "Then... the Majin came. They wanted him. I still don't know why. And my husband, Jarrod, tried to stop them... but they killed him. Then one of them took Rio... and I never saw him again."

    Peter waited for Vivada to continue, but then thought it was obvious.

    "Go," Vivada muttered.

    Peter got up immediately and left.
*  *  *
    The Dark Lord screamed. Carden ran up to him. "What is it, my lord?"

    "He knows!" the Dark Lord screamed. "He knows... about the Majin."

    Bai Lai came in. "My lord. There is someone who wants to see you." He moved aside to let a blue armored being in, followed by many others.

    "Ah," the Dark Lord said. "Welcome, Kamador. I see you have friends."

    "Yes. The Fear Cats and I have decided to help you."

    "Really?" the Dark Lord muttered. "I thought you were the reason I'm like this."

    "Yes, well, it was a mistake," Kamador said hastily.

    "Good, I'm glad you've admitted it. Now prepare your forces. It is time."
*  *  *
    "Rio?" Harry said. "That's not very evil."

    "No matter," Eddie said. "We've got to find a way to use these jewels to defeat him."

    Peter looked across the abandoned town. "The castle," he muttered.

    "What about it? Our's is destroyed."

    Peter shook his head. "Not fully. Let's go!"

    As the trio ran, Eddie turned to Peter. "What is it?"

    "There was a name on one of the walls."

    The trio reached the castle... or whatever was left of it. Peter searched through the rubble.

    "This is insane!" Eddie stated.

    After hours, Peter came up. "It's not here," he said. Then, suddenly, a voice echoed in his head.

    "Forget it. You've lost."

    "No. We're not giving up."

    "Of course not," Harry said.

    "But you don't realize that you are outnumbered."

    Soon, in Peter's mind, two eyes formed.

    "You cannot defeat the Dark Lord, since you two are connected."

    "How?"

    "You are him."
---
CHAPTER TEN: GATHERING
    Peter couldn't believe it. He wouldn't.

    "What's wrong?" Harry asked.

    "I... don't know," Peter said.

    Just then, swords unsheathed. Peter turned around, taking out his sword, until he saw many knights. 

    "I... I thought you were gone when they attacked."

    "Not quite," said the one in front. "We were all in different places when they attacked. I am Sir Orion, and this is my partner, Sir Dion."

    "And the others?" Eddie asked.

    "You'll find out their names later. For now, we must build a fortress here."

    "Why?" Peter asked.

    Orion sighed. "They are coming."
*  *  *
    The Dark Lord walked towards the center of his temple. A dark whispering echoed throughout the room. Eventually, a colossal shadow of a being filled the room.

    "Majin Zarak," the Dark Lord muttered. "Is it time?"

    "It is," the shadow replied. "Today, they shall know fear. And I shall finally have revenge."

    Soon, a cloaked being made out clay appeared.

    "Majin Gorma?" the Dark Lord gasped.

    "Yes, it is I, Tao Zanto."

    Majin Zarak growled. "Gather your troops. It is time." 
*  *  *
    Tao Zanto, the Dark Lord, walked back to his throne room where his servants gathered.

    "Slickagon, you've been promoted to general," he said.

    Slickagon grinned maliciously.

    "Carden, Bai Lai, you've got guard duties."

    Bai Lai growled. "Can't we have fun?!"

    Tao Zanto sighed. "Step up."

    As the two did so, Tao Zanto blasted dark energy into them. The results: two towering monsters. "Is that better?"
*  *  *
    "Sir Orion?" Peter asked. 

    "What is it, Peter?"

    "When will the fortress be done?"

    "Soon, young Peter. Soon."

    Suddenly, Dion came running towards them. "Sir, they're coming!"

    "Who?!"

    "The Dark Army!"

    Orion pulled out his periscope. "By Trion, you're right! To arms, men! They're here!"
*  *  *
    Tao Zanto stepped outside, wearing gold and black armor. "At last... revenge is mine!"
---
CHAPTER ELEVEN: MAJIN ZARAK
    The sun rose, reflecting off the knights' armor. Their swords were unsheathed. Three minutes passed by. Then, the soldiers on both sides charged towards each other. Seconds later, swords, axes and other weapons clashed. Peter attempted to charge but Orion stopped him.

    "No. Let your brothers go. You must kill the Dark Lord." He took out a golden sword. "Go. You're a knight."
*  *  *
    Arrows fired, hitting many Rinshi. Slickagon growled. "Pangolin, attack! Mig, Benglo, back him up!"

    The three charged, taking down knights. Sir Dion turned to an archer. "Aim for that one with the shell's head!"

    The archer nodded. He readied his crossbow and aimed. Soon, he fired. The arrow hit the Pangolin in the head, letting out a loud scream. Eventually, the beast fell, dead. Mig and Benglo pounced at the archer, who fired three more arrows, but missed. Dion ran to the archer's aid and slayed the two Fear Cats.

    "We need a medic!" Dion shouted. Two doctors came and dragged the archer away.
*  *  *
    Peter barely made it halfway across the battlefield. His legs couldn't move himself anymore. Then, as if a miracle struck him, someone picked him up. 

    "Wallace?"

    "Come on, Peter. Avenge me."

    "What do you mean?" Peter asked.

    "Go. I'm going to teleport you. Avenge me!"

    "What--"

    "Traitor!" a Rinshi shouted.

    "Go!" And with a flash, Peter was teleported.
*  *  *
    Dion ran up to Orion. "We brought down the Pangolin."

    "Hmm." Orion brought out his crossbow. "Can an archer wield two of these?"

    "Leon can."

    "Take down the slug guy."
*  *  *
    "General Slickagon, there's an archer with two crossbows!" a Rinshi shouted.

    "An archer with two--" Before Slickagon could finish, an arrow hit his eye. He screamed with rage but before he could do anything, a dark shadow fell across the battlefield. Eventually, a hideous being appeared, who seemed to be bigger than a castle.

    Tao Zanto grinned. "At last. My master."
---
CHAPTER TWELVE: TERRORSAUR'S LAST STAND
    Majin Zarak placed his foot on the ground, creating a huge crater. He sent out a beam of energy towards the sky, creating a symbol. The symbol consisted of five circles. Five beings cloaked in shadows came out of the circles. The five beings looked up at Majin Zarak.

    "You summoned us, my lord?"

    "Indeed," boomed the Majin. "Recover the Solar Harvester."

    "Yes, my lord," the five said in unison.
*  *  *
    At last, Peter was at the Dark Lord's lair. With a golden sword in hand and the five jewels in his pouch, he ran to find the throne room. He passed through many of the ugly servants until he reached the throne room. It was deserted. As Peter turned around to leave, two towering monsters stood before him.

    Peter backed away as the two beasts walked towards him. Hope seemed lost until Wallace suddenly appeared and struck down the two.

    "What are you--" Peter muttered. But before any of them could talk, the Dark Lord entered.
*  *  *
    "Leon, strike again!" Dion shouted.

    "Can't! Sluggy's armies are marching! I can't concentrate!"

    Dion sighed. "Wonderful." He turned to the others. "Fall back!"
*  *  *
    "Well, Terrorsaur," Tao Zanto muttered. "This is the last straw." As the Dark Lord stepped forward, Peter froze. "It seems I cannot trust you any longer."

    "My lord, please--"

    "Pleas are useless here, Terrorsaur." He took out an alien-shaped sword and struck Terrorsaur down with it.

    "My lord... please...." Terrorsaur muttered.

    "Your use has come to an end," the Dark Lord said as he delivered the final blow.
*  *  *
    It was hopeless. The knights were surrounded. They had no choice but to surrender. But as the Rinshi cuffed the knights, a light came upon them.

    "Zubaan," Orion muttered.

    Soon, a giant, golden being stood over the armies. Majin Zarak roared and charged towards the golden knight.

    "Well, Sluggy," Orion said, "looks like the odds are even." He used all of his strength to free himself and Dion, who went on to free the others. The battle resumed.
*  *  *
    Tao Zanto looked up to find Peter frozen. "You...."

    The Dark Lord swung his sword. Peter, in a miracle, unfroze in time to avoid the sword. The young knight pulled out his regular sword. There they stood, four feet away from each other. The time is now. The two polar opposites charged to each other till their swords clashed.
---
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: LIGHT SHROUDS DARK
    Clanging and clashing noises echoed throughout the dark lair. Eventually, Tao Zanto knocked Peter's sword out of his hands and kicked Peter across the room.

    "You are pathetic," the Dark Lord muttered.

    Peter took out the gold sword which was also kicked aside.

    "Didn't your father teach you anything?" Tao Zanto mocked.

    "My father was killed before I was born," Peter said.

    "Oh, I wouldn't say that," a voice muttered. The two looked to see Terrorsaur standing.
*  *  *
    Majin Zarak charged towards Zubaan, who grabbed Zarak's horn and threw him aside. The beast roared in rage and summoned his heralds.

    "My lord," they said in unison. "We haven't found the device yet."

    "Forget the device!" Majin Zarak screamed. "Kill the heroes!"

    Just then, Zubaan trampled Zarak, knocking him into the swarm of Rinshi. Orion's team cheered as the army perished.
*  *  *
    "I killed you!" Tao Zanto stammered.

    "You missed," Terrorsaur said. He turned to Peter. "I'll handle this."

    "No, you won't," the Dark Lord said. He sent out black lightning towards Terrorsaur, sending out many waves of pain. 

    Peter took out the five jewels. "How do I use them?" he asked himself. Then he figured it out. He grabbed the gold sword and took Terrorsaur's place. The jewels absorbed the lighting like a sponge. With both the jewels and sword, he charged towards the Dark Lord.

    "I can make it," he assured himself.

    Tao Zanto's eyes narrowed. "What do you think you're--"

    With just that, the sword went through him. There was a pause.

    "Is this supposed to scare me?" the Dark Lord laughed.

    "No, this is," Peter said as he struck the Dark Lord with the five jewels. Screams and multicolored energy erupted.

    "No! I am Tao Zanto!" Sooner than later, the Dark Lord disintegrated. Tao Zanto was dead.

    Peter ran towards Terrorsaur. "Are you okay?" he asked.

    The former servant groaned. "I am... thanks to you... son."

    Sir Wallace peacefully closed his eyes and disappeared.
*  *  *
    Majin Zarak rose up, ignoring the loss of his army. His pupil-less bloodshot eyes glowed on his non-human face. He called towards his heralds. "Kill them!" he shouted.

    "We can't. There is... a disturbance." Suddenly, the heralds evaporated and Majin Zarak stumbled.

    "No..." He watched the castle crumble. "No!' He saw the dead body of Tao Zanto and a victorious Peter. "NO!" With that, Majin Zarak fell.

    Everyone -- Orion, Leon, Dion, Eddie and Harry -- cheered. Soon, many other survivors came. Blacksmiths who pat Peter on the back; archers who high-fived him; princesses who kissed him on the cheek; and others. Once everything cleared up, they built a table and had a victory dinner.
*  *  *
    Peter sat down on a wooden chair, away from the former battlefield. Eddie and Harry walked up to him.

    "Hey, bro," Harry said. "How's it like being a hero?"

    "Eh... okay. But tell those merchants to back off. They want me to trade my sword for billions."

    "Well," Eddie said, "it'll wear off."

    "Yeah, I hope so."

    Peter's brothers walked away. Soon, Orion came up to him.

    "Do you happen to know a black-hooded person walking around giving cryptic messages?" he asked.

    "No," Peter replied. "Haven't seen anyone."

    "Hmm. Must be me."
*  *  *
    As Peter walked back to the rebuilt castle, a black-hooded person walked by, saying, "This isn't over."
THE END