Equestria Tales: The Legend Of Heroes
Once upon a time in a magical world called Equestria, there was a man who ruled over his kingdom with kindness, wisdom, and honor towards his people, this man was Solaris, the first solar emperor. But Solaris, in spite of being surrounded by hundreds of courtiers and courtesans willing to do anything to serve their emperor, was a lonely man without a woman to love.
But one day, when peacefully walking through the elven forest, he met the love he lacked in this world, he met Lunaria, queen of the moon elves. He took her as his wife, unifying two separate kingdoms into one, Equestria. The nation only knew harmony, magic, and love until the day the emperor received a message written in the stars by Starswirl the Bearded, the legendary sorcerer.
''The demon king Tirek will rise!''
Solaris and Lunaria, having absolute faith in Starwirl, created with the help of the other kingdoms the mightiest army of all, the Golden Sun's army.
The demon king arose from his slumber with his demonic soldiers and began to invade Equestria, but little did he know. Solaris and his army were waiting for him to come, the battle seems endless, and millions of brave soldiers fall in the name of their king and queen but
'' But what?!'' A young child asked, interrupting his mother who was reading the story of Solaris. The boy's most distinctive features were his hair, as green as his eyes, his teeth as white as snow and a necklace which is a small dragon's tooth tie up around his neck with a leather strip.
The woman looked down at her son, smiled at him, and resumed the story. His mother was very different from him, hair white as snow with grey locks, blue eyes, but her son inherited her affectionate smile. She was wearing a white dress with a brown corset and a green apron over it.
'' But the king, with the power of Lunaria and his combined, easily defeated the demon king, banishing his soul to be forever trapped in Tartarus, then end! She closed the book, and the little boy took out a wooden sword from under his bed and pointed it at his mother.
''En garde, demon!" The boy's mother looked at him with a smile, then raised her hands in the air and spoke to him, imitating the voice of a demon.
'' I'm going to feast on your soul! Little human!'' She lay down next to her son and tickled him, causing him to laugh.
'' Hahahahhahah! I love you, mommy!'' His mother kissed him on the forehead then talked to him.
'' I love you too, my little dragon! Now it's time to sleep,'' The boy slumped in his bed, his mother was about to leave when he called her.
''Mom?''
His mother turned and spoke to him, '' Yes, Spike?'' the little boy grabbed his sword with both hands and looked at his mother.
'' Can I be a hero like daddy?'' For a brief moment, his mother's eyes darkened, she got closer to her son and cuddled him up against her breast.
'' Spike, the world's a dangerous place for kids, as well for knights! You must understand that sometimes the best way to be a hero is to be the one who refuses the sword and not the one who agrees to hold it,'' His mother took off his sword from his hands and put it in his toy chest.
'' But daddy was a hero and,'' His mother shut him by putting her right hand on his mouth.
' 'Enough son! You are tired. You must rest!'' She kissed him on his forehead, and then leaves. The young boy went out of his bed and go to his chest, he opened it, picked up his sword and then lay down with it in his bed. The child pressed it against his heart and whispered a few words.
"One day, I'll be like you, daddy!'' The young boy closed his eyes, and dare to dream he was knight fighting monsters and becoming a legend.
14 years later
Close-up of a young man looking down at a small village lost in the middle of nowhere on a winterday while standing on the branch of an enormous tree that was on the top of the mountain which overlooks this small village.
All his clothes were brown, from his boots to his leather jacket, the sole color present on him was the green of his hair. Before such a view, he could do nothing but sing.
''🎼Oh, there once was a hero named,🎼'' The boy was interrupted by the call of his next and probably last adventure.
''SPIKE DRACONIS DRAKE! FIRST OF THE NAME! COME BACK HERE AND HELP YOUR POOR MOTHER!'' His mother shouted while holding a tray with several beer mugs on it.
''I'm coming!'' Spike came down from his tree, leaping from branch to branch. Once on the ground, he put his both hands on the trunk and prayed.
'' One day, I'll be the greatest hero of all Equestria! Just like you, father!'' Spike removed his hand from the trunk, revealing two letters, a D and an E.
Spike looked out over the cliff and saw a cart in the distance. ''See you later, dad!'' Spike fell into the void with a huge smile on his face. Smile wich his mother didn't seem to have anymore because of the delay of his son.
His mother was cleaning a table when a customer spoke to her, '' Another beer!''
''Comin'!'' Eleonora poured beer in his mug and went back to her table, which was dirty again.
'' Where are you, Spike?!'' Eleonora desperately asked by throwing her tea towel on the floor.
A peasant was peacefully driving his cart full of hay when something fell inside it, the peasant looked down at his cargo and saw a green-haired boy wearing a patched brown leather jacket.
The boy looked up at him and smiled, ''Good evening, my dear friends! Would you be kind enough to drive me back to my village, which is not so far from here! My legs are tearing me apart since I just climbed the mountain that's just over there on your right.
The peasant looked down at Spike with surprise and then shook his head as an answer.
''Splendid!'' The peasant resumed his way while Spike was lying comfortably in the straw, watching the clouds above him.
Meanwhile, his mother was cleaning another table when suddenly someone put its mug on it, irritating her even more, '' I'm cleaning it you stupid ?!''
She looked at the person who committed this infamous crime straight into its eyes, and suddenly her anger turned into surprise.
'' Do you treat all of your customers like this my dear Eleonora, or is it just me?'' The stranger interrogated.
'' Only you, my dear Ásgarðr!'' Eleonora responded by smiling haughtily
Ásgarðr was a simple man, a simple man of 7.5 feet tall as big as a mountain with hands capable of twisting steel. A long and impressive red beard, but not as long as his red braid, a symbol of his youth in the cold regions of the vast north, and a thin scar over his right eye. Ásgarðr was wearing a light armor made of leather and fur, he was looking like a ginger bear, but even himself was making fun of it, so it was okay to laugh. He's also got additional pouches at his belt for carrying the stuff he needs for his many quests. But despite looking like a fellow gentleman, Ásgarðr is no milk drinker and know how to fight, you can tell by the war hammer he carries on his back.
'' Despite all those years filled with adventures from all across the kingdoms of Equestria with the band at your sides and yet, you still treating me as a no-good warrior!'' Ásgarðr dryly replied.
Eleonora was thinking about her answer while innocently staring at the ceiling, '' Yes, my dear!''
Their stares met with a mixture of anger and mockery before the two burst off in laughter,'' '' AHAHAHAHA! Little princess, you haven't changed at all despite all those years!'' Eleonora got closer to him while smiling.
'' And you're still the loveable warrior with whom I had the honor to travel, we were amazing together! You, me and my dear,'' Eleonora abruptly stopped talking, she looked down and started twisting her tea towel. Ásgarðr immediately understood the situation and comforted her by hugging her. She put her head on his shoulder, trying to hide her tears from her clients then Spike came in.
'' I did not climb the mountain, I did not! Oh, hi Ásgarðr!''
Eleonora pushed Ásgarðr away from her and threw an apron on her son who grabbed it with ease, '' Take care of the customers while I'm cleaning the plates!'' His mother ordered.
''Yes, ma'am!'' She went to the kitchen, and Spike looked up at Ásgarðr who seemed to be a bit sad.
''Eh!'' Ásgarðr looked down at Spike who was smiling at him, '' How are you today! Me? I'm feeling great!''
By seeing Spike's innocent face, Ásgarðr smiled back, '' Same for me, little man!'' He said, ruffling Spike's hair like a father to his son.
'' So...what are you going to do now?'' Spike curiously asked.
'' Well, I only came here to say hello to your mother and for potions, but I guess I can stay for 1 or 2 days. But now if you excuse me, I need to say hello to an old friend,'' Ásgarðr respectfully replied while looking toward the fireplace.
''Really! That's awesome!'' Spike said with excitement in his voice!
'' Indeed, see you soon, young drake!'' Ásgarðr was leaving when he called Spike, '' Oh! I almost forget to give you this!'' He took out a small horn with from one of his pockets and threw it at Spike who caught it with ease.
'' This is a hunting horn, small but if you blow in it even a lost soul living at 10 miles away from here will hear it! You should put it on the fireplace so everybody can see it!'' Ásgarðr suggested with joy in his eyes.
'' Count on that, my friend!'' Spike ecstatically replied while examining the horn.
''Perfect! Heroes get remembered, but legends never die! Don't forget those words, Young Drake!'' Ásgarðr then left the inn, leaving a feeling of heroism in Spike's mind. But work always comes first, so he placed the horn on the fireplace and quickly put on his apron to finally serve the customers with drinks, foods, and jokes.
'' So a skeleton walks into a bar and asks for a beer and a mop!'' Everyone laughed at his joke, even the skull on the barbarian's shoulder!
''We want beers here!'' The tallest dwarf of a group of 3 dwarves ordered.
'' Take care of them, son,'' Spike took a pitcher of beer and started looking for the dwarves.
''What's wrong, Spike? The Dwarves are over there!'' His mother said, pointing the Dwarves. The Dwarves are famous in Equestria for their small sizes, their red or brown beards, their natural hatred for the long ears, and their taste for alcohol.
'' I'm Sorry, but I can't see them! They're too small!'' Everyone in the inn laughed at his joke, except the Dwarves who stared angrily at Spike.
'' Sorry, I know that you do not like when we talk about your sizes, and now, because of me, you're a little upset...PFFFFF'' Spike was struggling to keep a straight face, just like the rest of the travelers. The dwarves stared at Spike with contempt when suddenly one of them laughs, causing the others to burst into laughter.
'' That why I love this place! every time we go here, we laugh until midnight!'' The Dwarf Joyfully said, hitting the table with his fist.
''CHEERS!!'' A Dwarf exclaimed, raising his pint at the sight of everyone.
''CHEERS!!'' Everybody in the inn cheered in the name of life, adventure and mead of course.
'' Bards! Play us some music, will you!'' Eleonora ordered, and the bards listened to her, grabbing their lutes, drums, and flutes, and started playing the music of a lifetime.
Everyone in the inn seemed to be captivating with the sound by the bards and their music that could bring a dead person back to life. Food and mead flowed down the throats of brave warriors whom Spike admired as young. When he looked at them, he saw a life full of adventures, hideous monsters, and princesses to save. Spike wanted to be like them, like his father before him.
While everyone in the inn was drinking, dancing, or doing both, Spike was gazing at the fireplace, more precisely at the sword exposed over it. This sword was special for Spike because it represents both his past and his future. This blade, although made of steel like many others, was different in shape. The pommel represents a grey yet rusty dragon's head with a handle composed of snow troll leather strap with two feathers on the right side of the guard, one red and the other orange. The blade was engraved with ancients dwarf symbols and with a slightly curved tip. This unique sword was Spike's freedom.
The music continued until the sun disappeared under the blue rays of the moon.
Spike was cleaning the floor while his mother was counting the money she has earned today. Spike looked at his mother with fear in his eyes, but there was no time for fear tonight, he took a deep breath and spoke to his mother,'' Mom, I need to talk to you,'' His mother suddenly stopped counting the money and looked at her son with a big smile on her face.
''Spike! We did it!'' Eleonora hugged a confused Spike in her arms.
''Really? what did we do?'' Spike asked with curiosity.
'' It took me a lot of times and efforts, but I've finally collected enough money to send you to the capital to become a butler!'' She began to dance with the broom as a companion under Spike's lost gaze.
''Mom?'' Eleonora ignored her son, and keep on dancing.
''Moooom?'' Eleonora took her son by the arms and tried to make him dance with her.
''MOM!'' Spike yelled to get his mother's attention.
'' Yes, my beautiful little butler?!'' Eleonora said pinching her son's cheeks like when he was a little yet chubby baby.
Spike took off his mother's hands from his face and looked at her without fear in his eyes.''I must tell you something very, very, very, important to me!''
''What's wrong, Spike? You know you can tell everything to your mother,'' Eleonora put her right hand on her son's left cheek which causes him to turn red.
'' W-well, I was wondering if... if,'' Drops of sweat started to appear on Spike's forehead due to the true nature of the question.
''Yes?'' Spike's eyes fled from those of his mother who did not understand why her son was so reluctant to speak to her.
Come on, Spike! You can do it! Spike bravely said to himself.
'' If,'' Spike raised his head to face his mother, but when he looked into her eyes, all he saw was two black holes ready to suck his soul out of his body.
RETREAT! RETREAT! YOU CANNOT FACE THAT THING! Spike was too afraid to ask his question. He wanted to run away or to turn back time, so he could stop himself for asking such a hard question. Spike was going to give up when suddenly a fly flew in front of him. The fly keeps flying until it landed on the tip of the blade, Spike glanced at the old sword, and for a brief moment, he pictured himself wielding it in a fight against a dragon. The picture of himself gave him the braveness he lacked, Spike looked straight into his mother's eyes without fear, and finally, let the devil out of his cage.
''Mom! May I have a day off, please!''
Nailed it!
''That's all? Well, I guess that after all the work you've done here you deserve a day just for you,'' By hearing the answer, Spike smiled like a child in front of a gift.
'' Really?!'' His mother smiled and shook her head.
''Thanks, Mom!'' Spike was about to go to his room when suddenly his mother took him by his right forearm.
'' But please, don't go into the forest! You can easily lose yourself plus there are some wicked creatures out there! I don't want to be alone in this cruel world, not again,'' At the moment, Spike felt all the sadness of his mother, her worries and her fear of losing her only son. He turned around, wrapped both arms around her, and hugged her tightly against him.
'' Goodnight mom, I love you!'' Spike went to his room, leaving his mother alone, she stared for a long time at the dancing flames of the fireplace. She used to dance with princes from all over the kingdoms before leaving her empire for a man belonging to another world.
The next day
12 pm
'' See you later, mom!'' Spike was about to leave the inn when his mother grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.
''Spike wait! It seems to me you've forgotten something important! Eleonora said while tapping her right cheek with a giant smile on her face.
Spike sighed and kissed his mother on her right cheek, '' Can I go now?''
'' Yes, enjoy your day off my son, but remember what I say about the forest!''
''Don't go into the woods!'' They both said.
Eleonora looked at her son with pride in her eyes, '' I love you so much my son, now go. You do not want to see your old mother crying in front of you?''
Spike sighed,'' No...love you too.''
Eleonora slowly closed the door while affectionately.
'' Well luuk at what we gut here!''
Spike's whole body tightened as he recognized the voice of the person behind him. He turned around and saw Garble with his gang. There was Fume, a blond-haired teen blind like a mole due to his hair covering his eyes and Clump, the fattest boy that Spike has ever seen in his life.
''Yer don't say 'ello to yer old pal?! How rude!'' Garble angrily remarked.
Garble, a farmer's boy who do not hesitate to steal or hurt young lads just for the thrill of it, but he got red hair and a shitty accent, so I guess we're even?
''We're not friends! All you do is kicking my ass every time you see me around!'' Spike responded, pointing at him the truth about them being ''pal''.
Garble smiled, showing his rotting teeth,'' Don't be loke that, it's just fur fun! Anyway, I've heard that there're Goblins in the wuud, and those little cunts are well known for always carin' a shit ton of gold on thim!
Despite the possibility of this being a trap, Spike was hesitating, hunting down goblins sounds like a good beginning for his adventurer life, but on the other hand, his mother would kill him if she knew that her son disobeyed her by going into the woods.
'' So what do yer say?'' Garble asked again.
Spike started to walk toward them, making Garble smile, '' Guud boy!''
But instead of following them, Spike put his fist on Garble's chest, causing surprise into the group.
'' No thanks, I do not want to kick some Goblins asses like yer say, mate,'' Spike said mocking Garble's accent, [color=#2caf26 ] ''I've got better things to do rather than spending my day oof with yo, plus my mother told me not to go into the woods so yeah, see ya later you red hair son of a w-'' It was at this point of the conversation that Spike lost consciousness after Garble punched him.
2.00 pm
Forest
Garble, Fume and Clump were walking deep inside the forest while dragging down a tied-up and unconscious Spike with them.
''Garble, please! Can we stop for a minute? I'm tired of dragging Spike! with us!'' Clump complained.
'' Yeah, we've been walking for hours in this damn forest!'' Fume added.
''Shat the fack off and wolk!''
The trio continues to drag him deeper into the woods until they stop at a clearing with a small pond to cool off.
''I'm gonna take a piss!'' Fume moved away from them and went quite deeper from where Garble and Clump are to relieve himself. He stopped in front of a huge oak tree, looked around to see if anyone had followed him and once sure that no one was there, he took out his third leg and made the man cry.
'' Oh yeah that's good! That's sooooo good'' Wick continued to pee against the tree when suddenly he heard a strange noise coming out of nowhere.
''RRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR''
''Who's there?'' Fume asked but no answer, '' I guess it was just my imagination,'' Fume energetically shook his little soldier before putting him to rest. He began to walk back to the clearing when he's heard the same noise from before.
''RRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR''
color=#9426af]''Alright! Enough of this shit!'' Fume started looking behind every tree surrounding him, intending to discover the one behind this weird noise
''RRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR''
''Find you!'' Fume located the noise and went behind another oak tree, way more massive than the one he'd peed on, '' The hell is this?!'' Fume got himself standing in front of a strange, brown rock. He took a step, but he intentionally walked on a twig, awakening the rock, creature before him, '' Oh shit !''
''RRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRR!'' The creature howled and lifted its huge paw in the air before slamming it over Fume.
Garble violently removed the bag off Spike's head, brutally awakening him as the same time, '' So, how are yer now you sone of a whore!''
'' Bad since now I'm forced to see your face!'' Garble punched Spike in his right eye, leaving him stunned and causing injuries to his eyebrow, making it bleed.
"Smart arse!'' Garble insulted Spike as he sat down next to Clump. The two friends were waiting for Fumeto come back in a notable awkward silence until Garble asked a question to his friend, color=#be7a43]'' Clump, do yer think Maar lokes me!'' Garble asked
''Who's Maar? Isn't she the hooker you've talked with last time at the brothel?'' Clump replied, totally ignoring his friend's feeling.
''Yeah! Su whot?!''
''Nothing! You two would make a cute couple together and oh Fume's back!!!'' Clump said, trying to avoid the conversation.
'' Took yer time you little...'' Garble paused to analyze what was going on in front of him,'' What happened to yer face?!'' Fume's face was slashed with three, yet deep cuts and his clothes were ragged and covered with blood, he took a step before falling to the ground, dead
''What the-''
''RRRRRRR RRRAUGGRGRGRR!'' An enormous black bear covered with scars came out right after Fume's fall, crushing his body with its powerful paws!
The behemoth was coming right forward them, petrifying clump from the bottom of his soul, .''Garble! What do we do now?!'' Clump desperately asked.
''This!'' Garble pushed clump towards the bear and ran away like the coward he truly is. Clump was laying face to the ground, he tried to get up, but the bear savagely grabbed him by the neck and started to play with his new toy.
''AAAAAAAAGHGRHRGRRH!'' The bear slashed, scratched, snatched clump's flesh as if he were just a simple apple we peeled before eating. His cries of pain resounded throughout the forest and Spike was the only spectator of this horrifying show. Once done, the bear threw what was left of clump near Spike with his massive jaw. Clump's left eye was out of his orbit and stared at Spike, who could feel clump's cold gaze towards him as if he was guilty of his death while the real murderer was none other than his friend.
Once the bear has done playing with clump, it went to the river and plunged its jaws and its blood-covered claws to clean itself. The creature wasn't paying attention to Spike, who was still under the grip of fear, if he moved, the bear would turn him into minced meat.
But in spite of all his fears, Spike knew deep inside himself that if he stays near the bear, he will know a painful death. He looked at the bear that was drinking the now blood-filled water of the river. Spike took advantage of the bear's unawareness of him and as slow as possible, started to crawl back into the forest.
Spike made it halfway when suddenly a crow landed in front of him, the blackbird looked at Spike as admiring in front of a man who saw the ripper doing its work, but a beast remains a beast, and like every hungry beast, the crow pecked Spike's forehead.
Spike stifled his groan as he bit his lower lip till he bleeds, the raven stopped pecking at Spike's relief. The young man slightly lifted his head in the hope that this bird of mischief would fly away, '' Go away you damn b-''
The crow pecked him right in his left eye, causing him to curse, '' YOU FUCKING BIRD!!!''
The bear turned straight toward Spike grunting, '''RRRRRRR RRRAUGGRGGRR!!''
''Oh fuck!''
Spike instantly got up and started running as fast as he could, but the bear, in spite of being behind Spike of only a meter quickly managed to come out of the river to chase him. Spike was running like a soldier running on the battlefield to defend his home, but nothing can't be faster than a very ferocious bear at a speed race. The bear violently charged at Spike, causing him to crash next to a tree.
The bear then lay on him and deeply bit his right shoulder before shaking him like dice in a cup. ''ARGHR!!''
The bear stepped back while still holding Spike who tried to fight back, '' EURGH!!''
Spike tried everything to defend himself against this beast, he punched it, kicked it, he even attempted to cuddle it, but it only made the bear even madder. So the mastodon started using its claws to ripe Spike to shreds.
The bear was slashing Spike from top to bottom, ripping to shred his jacket and skin as well. His cries of pain echoed throughout the forest like a bard's song in an inn. Once done playing with its claws, the bear fiercely bit Spike's left hand, causing it to break, ''AAAAAAAAUGGRGGRR!!''
The bear continued to play with Spike until he became noiseless, the beast turned him on his back with its head to play with him a bit more, but as soon Spike was on his back, he quickly grabbed his necklace and stabbed the bear in its left eye.
'''RRRRRRR RRRAUGGRGGRR!!'' The bear howled in pain, the same pain Spike felt early on, but the enraged beast wasn't over with him yet. The animal furiously grabbed Spike's left forearm with its mighty mouth, cracking the bones in half.
'' AAAAAAAAUGGRGGRR!!'' Spike yelled with both pain and rage, but it was time for this dual to end, Spike took off the tooth from the bear's eye and furiously stabbed the beast in the throat before slicing it wide open using all his remaining strength.
''RRRrrraurrgrr---!!'' The bear uttered its last howl before dying on Spike. With the beast slain, the fight was now over. Spike rose victorious from his first fight against the world despite several cuts on his torso and back, same for his head, a shoulder cracked, and a broken and crushed left arm, not to mention his internal organs crushed due to the weight of the bear, and right now, Spike's being crushed by the beast's body, again.
Despite the weight of the bear crushing him, Spike raised his necklace to the sky as the symbol of his victory against his first opponent.
''Rrrraug!!!' Spike turned his head over the howl and saw a thing that every hero forget when they are fighting someone or something. Spike saw three bear cubs standing next to the bush their mother came out. The cubs were looking at their mother passively, then they approached her and began to touch her, to hug her, they howled to her, ''Rrrraug!!!'' ''Rrrraug!!!'' ''Rrrraug!!!''
But their mother didn't howl back to them, so the cubs did it again,'' ''Rrrraug!!!'''Rrrraug!!!'''Rrrraug!!!'' and again, ''Rrrraug!!!'''Rrrraug!!!'''Rrrraug!!!'' under Spike's desperate gaze who kept his mouth shut by pressing his right hand on it despite the pain and let his tears flowed down on his cheeks for having killed their mother, killing them as well.
''Rrrraug!!!'' ''Rrrraug!!!'' ''Rrrraug!!!''
4.00 pm
The Inn
Eleonora was furiously sweeping the floor while mumbling about her son,'' MmhhSpike! You Mmhh little rat! Where are you?!''
''Relax little princess! I'm sure Spike's just messin' around with kids from his ages, he's the good kid, he probably got lotta friends! Now please can I eat my stew without your mumbling, you've alway mumbling when something is not okay! Ya haven't changed at all!'' Ásgarðr grabbed a piece of meat with his fork, and swallow it without even chewing it. Eleonora looked at him with a smile on her face, took Ásgarðr's stew, and spilled its content on the ground, splashing her and her apron as well then put it back on the table and spoke to Ásgarðr calmly.
''SPIKE DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS!!! He's always picked on by the other boys because he's a mommy-boy! He's like this because of me, Ásgarðr!!! I've protected Spike from all the dangers of the outside world so he can stay with me forever, his mother! I would do anything to protect him, to keep him close to me! He wants to be like his father, but I do not want my son to leave me! I do not want to relive this pain again! I..I...I WANT HIM TO LIVE!!!
Eleonora fell to her knees, tears pouring on her cheeks. Ásgarðr instantly took her in his arms to comfort her, even allowing himself to shed a tear for her. They both stay in each other arms for several seconds until Ásgarðr swept off her tears from her beautiful, blue eyes. Affected by his action, Eleonora did the same by wiping off his single tear with her dirty apron, leaving a bit of stew sauce on his left cheek.
Ásgarðr slipped his finger on his cheek, recovering some sauce and then put it in his mouth, '' Mmh! Tasty AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!''
Ásgarðr burst into laughter, so did Eleanor after, '' AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!''
They laughed until their sadness become happiness, '' AHHH (sniff) Thank you, I needed it! Now please, help me find my son! I beg you!''
Ásgarðr drew his war hammer and knelt down before Eleonora, '' I, Ásgarðr of the vast and glacial kingdom of Koldfröst swear to bring you back Spike Drake, son of Eleonora Drake in no time, you have my word, little princess! And shall I be beheaded if I fail you!''
He got up, put back his hammer on his back, and headed toward the exit with determination when Eleonora restrained him, '' Wait! Take it with you! " She handed him a scroll, "It's a teleportation scroll! An old mage gave it to me as payment for his meal. Shout the name of the one you seek, and you let your heart do the rest! I wanted to sell it, but you do not need me anymore. Please, find my son, that's all I want!
''I will!'' Ásgarðr headed back to the exit when suddenly a very sweaty teenager violently opened it and fell from exhaustion in front of Eleonora who immediately recognized him, '' Garble! What have you done to my son!''
''EURG! Facking shit!'' Ásgarðr furiously grabbed him by the back of his neck and started questioning him.
'' Listen to me, ya piece of shit! I don't know who you are and I don't give a fuck but if you've done something very, very, very dangerous to Spike. I'll cut your balls off your cunt body and make you eat 'em! Do you hear me boi?! Ya don't want to become a eunuch, do ya?!''
''N-no!'' Garble replied while a flask of a mysterious liquid was spreading on the ground.
'' SO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YA DONE TO SPIKE!!!'' Ásgarðr yelled, projecting some drool on Garble's face.
''THE FUREST! I LUFT HIM ELONE IN DIE FUREST! I WUNTED TO KICK SUME GOBLINS ASSES FUR THEIR GOLD SU I ASKED SPUKE IF HE WUNTED TO CUME WITH US BECAUSE WE NUUDED A BAIT, BUT HE RIFUSED SO I KNUCKED HIS BRAIN OUT! WE DRAGGED HIM WITH US INTO THE FUREST FOR TWO HOURS THUN WE DICIDED TO REST NEXT TO E SMULL POND WHUN SUDDENLY A BEAR ATTACKED US SU I RAN EWAY! I WAS SCURED SO PLEUSE! LET ME GO!!!'' Garble cried.
Eleonora and Ásgarðr were silent, Ásgarðr released Garble from his grip who immediately crawled back to the door. He got up and tried to open the door's metal lash.
Ásgarðr took a step forward Garble,'' Hey, Garble?'' Garble turned to look at Ásgarðr, ''Goblins lives underground!'' Ásgarðr kicked him in the torso, bashing Garble against the door. But the blow was so brutal that it caused the door to shatters into large pieces.
Ásgarðr seized a non-light torch from the wall and stepped out of the inn, walking over Garble's unconscious body before mounting onto his horse and briskly riding toward the forest to rescue Spike from certain death.
5.00pm
Forest
Ásgarðr was galloping as fast at possible through the forest to find that pond where Garble left Spike. The sun was already fading away, so he lighted up the torch to see better in the dark of the night.
''SPIKE! SPIIIIKE!'' Ásgarðr desperately called for him. He continued to ride throughout the forest, but there was no sign of him and the other boys, '' SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!''
''Rrrraug!!!'''
Ásgarðr stopped yelling. Despite being barely audible, Ásgarðr managed to hear the cry of an animal in the distance. He stood silently on his horse, thinking of a method to get the animal to howl again, ''(Sigh) What I wouldn't do for love?'' Ásgarðr took a deep breath and applied his method.
''RRRAUGGRGGRR!!!'' Ásgarðr imitated a bear's howl, hoping it would work.
''Rrrraug!!!'''
The bear howled back, allowing Ásgarðr to localize it. He then promptly rode toward the howl, exhausting his horse but the risk was worthwhile because Ásgarðr now found himself in a clearing with a small pond, the remains of a bear with three cubs next to it and Spike, which was under the body of the bear, unconscious or worst.
''SPIKE!'' Ásgarðr got off of his horse and ran to Spike with his torch, causing the cubs to run off into the forest. He then threw it on the ground and started lifting the bear's corpse, '' UGH! I'm too old for this shit!''
Once the body out of the way, Ásgarðr knelt next to Spike and saw the results of the fight with the bear, ''Oh this isn't good!'' Spike's body now covered with scars of different sizes and depths. The blood on his body had dried up, forming several thick red plates, and thus contrasting with the whiteness of his skin.
Ásgarðr checked Spike's puls by carefully pressing the top of his right forearm to see if his heart was still functioning, but he felt nothing, Spike's heart wasn't beating anymore. By seeing Spike's state, Asgaror knew he had to keep his calm and act quickly for Spike's sake.
He opened two pouches that were next to each other on the right side of his belt and took out two transparent bottles that were both half-filled with a colorful liquid, one was pink, and the other green,'' If only I had known, I should've become an alchemist!''
Ásgarðr emptied the green liquid into the pink one and started mixing it up. He kept on doing this till the fluid inside became brown, '' Please Old Pillars of Equestria, be with me!'' Ásgarðr spilled the whole potion on Spike's injuries, one by one the wounds caused by the bear heal themselves, but some of them were so deep in Spike's flesh that even heal, marks were still noticeable.
Spike now was healed, yet he was still inert on the ground. Noticing that Spike was doing better now, Ásgarðr put his right hand on Spike's carotid to see if his heart was beating, all he needed to do now is to wait for it happens,
BUMP
'' GASP'' Spike woke up with the first heart-beat, he took several breaths without even noticing Ásgarðr who was on the edge of tears.
'' Well, Ya don't 'ello to uncle Ásgarðr?!'' Ásgarðr asked with a sad tone.
''Ásgarðr?'' Just by pronouncing his name, Spike broke down into tears, so did Asgaror too.
'' Come here, you little mommy-boy!'' Ásgarðr hugged Spike as hard as he could, like a father hugging his son. They stayed like that for several minutes before Asqaror breaks the link, '' Can ya walk? ''
Spike tried to get up but barely his arms outstretched to lift his body, he broke down like glass falling on the floor.
"I take that as a no!" Ásgarðr lifted Spike and placed him on his horse. He was about to climb too when he suddenly heard an infernal noise coming from nowhere.
'' What was that!!!'' Spike asked Ásgarðr who didn't answer him, but instead, he took out the scroll, got back on his horse and unrolled the scroll and shouted the name of the person he wants to save most.
"ELEONORAAAAA !!!" Ásgarðr, Spike and the horse vanished into an explosion of light, lighting up the dark forest as hope illuminating a dark future.
10 minutes earlier
'' Well, Goodnight Miss Drake! See you next time, and thank you for the stew! It was delicious as always!'' The traveling merchant thanked Eleonora while rubbing his belly.
''You're welcome! Be safe on the road! The night is almost here!'' Elenora advised while lighting up the outside torches.
''Farewell my dear! HEEE YAAAHHHH!!'' The merchant left the village and Eleonora swiftly walked inside to warm herself up next to the fireplace, despite the fact of having no door left to avoid the heat from leaving the room.
The merchant was heading toward the north, toward the next big city which is miles and miles away from where he is to sell his merchandises, clothing, jewelry, shoes, even second-hand weapons like cracked shields or rusty blades. Merchants like him are the typical prey of bandits, muggers and other thieves when they're riding on the mains roads or when the night comes and the night is coming.
The merchant was peacefully driving his cart whistling with his horses under a fading away Sun making way for the night.
He looked up in the sky and admired the beauty of the blue Moon surrounded by an endless sea of shining stars each one brighter than the sun itself. The merchant was so captivated by such a pleasing spectacle given by nature, that everything around him seems to be invisible to his very eyes. He was like transported into the sky to dance with the stars.
Crack
A cracking sound snapped the merchant out of the stars. He turned his head to look at the one guilty of the crack and without any warning, took three strange-looking crystal arrow, one in the belly, piercing the stomach, another in the abdomen, penetrating his right lung and the last on in the throat, depriving him of his voice.
The merchant hit the floor without saying a word, his horses, frightened by the fall of their master fled in the night, leaving their master alone on the ground. The merchant gazed at the Moon one last time before making his last breath.
The Moon was illuminating the body with its rays until a dark silhouette stood before it, leaving the light to be swallowed by darkness. The shape remained motionless in front of the body then disappeared in the night while glancing at the village.
The main street of the village was empty. All the inhabitants were in their houses, the only living being where to be found at the inn as indicated by the noises inside it.
''Five beers please!'' A blond-haired paladin in steel armor with a red cross on it asked sitting at a table whit his band composed of a brown-haired dwarf in iron armor sitting next to a female elven archer wearing a light green leather armor and a black hooded cloak, a witch wearing a red robe and black pointy hat, a bard dressed as a jester and a female elven archer wearing a light green leather armor and a black hooded cloak.
'' I don't like beer,'' The witch replied with a cold ton.
''Same for me, human!'' The archer added while staring with disgust at the dwarf.
''More for me then!'' The dwarf retorted while staring with disgust at the elf.
''Really? You really have a drinking issue, haven't you?!'' The bard pointed while adjusting the strings of his lute.
'' Shut up, bard before I beat the living song out of you!'' The dwarf answered back with his axe in his hands.
''Try me, midget! I'll sing a song at your funeral'' The bard teased while sneakily unhinging his dagger from under the table.
''Enough!'' The paladin ordered striking the table with his right fist,'' We are here to relax after an arduous mission, not to fight each other! After all the fights, all the tests to prove to others that we are not just a bunch milk-drinkers with pretty swords and armors. I have no family left, when my mother died, I prayed Faust no to be alone in this world, and then, she guided me to you, and at that very moment, I said to myself '' looks mom, I made friends! " However, this friendship has changed over the years, and now to me, you are much more than just my friends! You are my family! We are a family, so stop fighting for the love of Faust!''
There was no longer any sound in the inn. All the members of the band were gazing at him, in front of so many looks, the paladin became redder than the cross on his armor.
''A family?'' The dwarf replied, looking at his companions.
'' Here you go!'' Eleonora served them and went back to the kitchen, leaving the paladin with five pints of beers in front of him. Ashamed of himself, the paladin rose from his chair and went to the door. He was about to go out when he heard the sound of pints colliding into one another.
He turned back to see what's going on and saw his family cheering. The mage glanced at him,'' What? You don't want to drink with your family?''
The paladin smiled at them with wet eyes,'' You guys!'' He took a step to join them when a mysterious shape emerged out of the shadow behind him.
''BOSS WATCH OUT!'' The bard shouted from the bottom of his soul
The paladin turned back and saw a dark knight with red eyes. This man was the very opposite of the traditional depiction of knight people know. All the parts of his iron armor, just like his skin were as black as the shadows that surrounded him, from his greaves completely covering his knees and feet to his tasset belt with a sword holder on the right side of it over a broken chainmail skirt. Alike for his left shoulder pad with extra iron plates protecting his elbow as well, not to mention his clawed gauntlet.
But on the other hand, he wasn't wearing a breastplate like a knight should wear to protect his torso and vital organs but was instead wearing a long, worn off, dark purple sleeveless vest, revealing a thin and muscular body with a strange crystalline symbol on the right side of his chest, it was the upper part of a unicorn's skull with a red curved point . Although, the most striking things about him was his right arm entirely made of crystal, his horned helmet with horns similar to those of goats and his red glowing eyes.
The paladin unsheathed his sword, but the knight was faster than him and with a quick and brutal gesture grabbed the paladin's head with his crystalline hand then proceeds to tear it off his body, the body fell right afterward, letting the paladin's blood to spread over his companion's feet.
The knight then handed the paladin's head forward the band and dropped it on the ground, causing it to roll up to them with the terrified paladin's look still on.
''YOU BASTARD!'' The dwarf threw his axe at him, only to be seized by the knight and with supernatural speed and blood in his eyes got closer to them. The dwarf was his first target and with a quick move beheaded him then used his head as a projectile and threw it at the elf who misfired her shoot, causing the arrow to penetrate the witch's right shoulder.
''AAARRRGHH!'' The witch fell to the ground, hurt but not dead.
''Come here!'' Eleonora pulled the witch toward her behind the counter to protect her.
'' This time you die!'' The elf shoots another arrow at him only for him to grab it, but instead of throwing it, he crystallized the projectile to become a crystal spear then gave it back to her owner.
'' Oh!'' The elf got impaled by the spear, projecting her over the fireplace, causing the sword and the horn to fall on the ground. The horn rolled towards the fire but was caught just in time by Eleonora.
The knight picked up the sword and walked over to the beard, who backed up to the counter, menacing him with his dagger, '' Do not come near me or I'll stab you to death! ''
The knight continued to walk toward him, "SORRY!!" The bard stabbed the knight, but the blade broke when it touched his skin.
The knight then took the bard by the throat, lifted him, and then turned him into crustal before smashing him into the ground, breaking him into tiny pieces. He then glazed at the last breathing souls in the inn and saw Eleonora with a horn in her hands.
''Close your ears freak!'' Eleonora blew into the horn, destabilizing the knight and causing an infernal noise. The witch then created a protective barrier, separating them from the knight.
" I hope he heard me" Eleonora hoped.
"I hope soo because I will not stay long! I'm almost out of mana!'' The witch replied as she turned her head.
The knight ruthlessly swung the sword at the barrier, but the witch resisted his blows becoming more and more violent. Seeing that it was useless, the knight stopped attacking him. Instead, he put his crystalline hand on the barrier and imitated the witch. He infused the wall with his crystalline magic, totally crystallizing it like the hand of the witch.
''NOOO!'' The witch yelled in despair.
The knight then swung a final blow at it, breaking the barrier and the witch's at the same time,'' ARGHHH !! ''
The witch fell to her knees before him, seizing her forearm to stop the blood from spurting out of her wound, '' Have mercy! '' The witch begged the knight, unfortunately for her, he had none. He plunged the sword through his head, killing her for good.
Eleonora was the only one still breathing in the inn, but not for too long because during the destruction of the barrier, a piece lodged into her abdomen, tearing her inside. Eleonora was leaning against a wall unable to do anything but to gaze upon her death. The black knight put his right foot on his wound immobilizing her, he put the sword into his sword holder, and created a crystal axe similar to that of the executioners but with a longer edge. Eleonora looked up and stared into the knight's but only saw only death and darkness.
"Let's get this over with,"
The knight took a strong impulse while raising his ax, splitting the air, before falling down on Eleonora who shut her eyes, giving up her life and embracing her death.
''SKITTEN HUND DOR!!!'' Eleonora opened her eyes and saw the rage of the north. Ásgarðr striking the knight with such force that he broke his arm into pieces.
''YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!'' Ásgarðr vented his rage at the impotent knight. Ásgarðr's blows were so violent that he smashed the knight's arm into a thousand pieces, crystal shards flying everywhere in the inn. Despite being made of Nordic steel, Ásgarðr's hammer stared to crack with each blow given to the knight's body, ''NOW I TAKE YOUR LIFE!'' With all his might, Ásgarðr fractured his Warhammer on the knight's skull, ending his carnage.
Covered by the knight's blood from head to toe, Ásgarðr contemplated his enemy's body with hatred then spat on him, ''Døden er her!''
''A-Ásgarðr!'' Eleonora weakly called.
Ásgarðr rushed on her like a dog on its master, '' Said no more, my sweet princess! Spike's waiting for us outside! Now let's leave this place together!''
With her last remaining strengths, Eleonora feverishly put her right hand on Ásgarðr's right cheek, "P-please! T-take care of S-Spike!''
''! Get a hold of yourself, little princess! You ain't going to die here! Remember, we're going to leave this place toge-'' Eleonora's hand slowly slid away from Asgaror's cheek before falling back to the floor. Silence reigned in the inn until it was shattered by Asgaror's tears breaking on her lifeless body. Eleonora Drake died at the age of 43 while being at the side of her most faithful friend.
Ásgarðr hugged her closer, stifling the tears running down his face, begging in vain Faust to take him instead of her.
Spike was looking at them through the door, his eyes filled with tears too, "Mom? MOOOOOOM!!!!" He took a step toward her, but still being too weak, he fell on his knees, helpless in the front of his mother's death.
'' It's my fault ... '' IT'S ALL MY FAULT !!! '' Spike shouted, hitting the ground with his fist to express the hate he feels for himself, '' I killed her, Ásgarðr...I KILLED MY MOTHER!''
Ásgarðr was silent at Spike's lamentations, '' Please Ásgarðr, say something, say something to me!'' Spike begged in tears, looking at Ásgarðr
Ásgarðr, hearing Spike's despair, understood Eleonora's words. He closed her eyes, wiped his eyes and kissed her one last time on her forehead as a farewell, "We'll meet again, little princess,''
Ásgarðr then straightened up and walked away from Eleonora. Spike was still crying on his knees, cursing himself for everything that happened, '' It's all my fault!''
"Spike," Spike looked up at Ásgarðr who was standing in front of him.
''(Sniff) I'm sorry!'' Spike apologized.
'' I know, son, I know!'' Ásgarðr held out his hand to him. Spike glanced at his mother's corpse and saw her smile. He then remembered all the good times he had spent with her when he was young. All the laughs, the tears, the hugs, the jokes with the customers, the hot chocolate when it was cold outside, the stories to fall asleep, Eleonora is, was and forever will be his mother Those memories of her being alive were all that counted for him. Spike looked away from his mother's corpse and reached out for Ásgarðr' hand.
''Thatta b-EURGH!'' Ásgarðr got suddenly impaled in the heart by the handle of his broken hammer, killing him in blick of an eye.
''ÁSGAROR!!!'' Spike yelled. Ásgarðr was to fall when the knight with now one arm and a broken horn at his helmet grabbed him by his braid with his sole arm. The then wrapped his braid around his arm before kneeling the body.
''Leave him alone!'' Thanks to his anger, Spike managed to stand up and hit the knight in the face, which in response kicked him out of the inn in a single blow.
''ARGH!!! Spike was lying prone to the ground. The knight then resumed his work by regenerating his missing arm, thousands of small crystals were flying in the air toward the wound of the knight that once in place reformed his forearm and his hand. Once restored, the knight unsheathed his new blade and did what he had planned for Eleonora. He took a swing at Ásgarðr's neck, beheading him in spite of already being dead.
'' NOOOOOOOO!!!'' Spike howled with both rage and sadness. The knight briefly looked at Ásgarðr's head then threw it at Eleonora's feet.
'' I'll kill you!!'' Spike got up only to see that the knight was already standing in front of him,'' What?!'' The knight seized him by the neck and smashed him against the ground, he then put his right foot on his torso and swung his sword at his neck intending to kill him.
''ENOUGH!!!'' A dark voice ordered.
The knight stopped his strike just before the tip of the sword could cut Spike's throat.
'' Make him stand up! When I talk to someone, I want them to be rooted and proud, just like me! " The voice commanded it, and the knight obeyed as he lifted Spike by the throat to keep him straight.
''Perfect! Now I make a proper entrance!'' Just after the voice was over speaking, the weather changed for the worse. The tiles of the houses flew away because of the wind blowing with violence. The temperature dropped to the absolute zero, the moon which usually illuminated the village with its scarlet light was engulfed by the darkness of the night, without light, Darkness reigns. Shadows began to manifest themselves in the form of black snakes turning in circles before forming a devastating tornado spreading darkness all over the village, including the inn.
'' AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!! '' Something or someone laughed loudly in the black tornado which shrinks to human size, revealing a shadowy being.
The shadow was wearing a gray and black steel armor with openings at joints such as knees or elbows, giving off dark emanations from its shadowy body, not to mention the black crystals decorating its clawed gauntlets and its red cape with a white fur edge. But the most frightening aspect of the shadow was its gray crown orned by a hooked red crystal, its carnivorous smile and its eyes red as ruby and green as emerald emanating a purple smoke. The shadow looked at Spike and smiled at him, '' Hello there!''
It was the first time Spike experienced such terror. The fear was so significant that he even became mute.
'' Ahhhh! The sound of silence when facing something you cannot even explain to yourself! Am I right, my dear minion?'' The shadow asked the knigh who didn't let a word pour out of his mouth, '' Not in the front of the kid, minion! He's by far too young to understand why did you kill those poor souls in the inn...Oh wait I remember now, I the one who ordered it!''
''YOU MONSTER!'' Spike yelled to the shadow which smiled as he heard the insult.
'' A monster?! where?! I want to see it with my own eyes!'' The shadow replied as more smoked emanated from his eyes, '' Oh wait, I'm wrong! You were talking about me, how silly me! But my dear boy, there is one thing you didn't quite catch right. You see when a kid receives a new toy from its parents, the child absolutely wants to play with its new toy, but before he gets the toy, its parents have had to test it to know if the toy is good enough for their child, if so, the kid gets a nex toy otherwise the parent kill the merchant who sold them the toy. I offered myself a toy that I had to test to see if it worked properly, so I commanded my new toy to attack your insignificant, forgettable, miserable, pathetic little village filled with peasants! And oh boy was it a pleasure to observe my toy killing everybody in such gruesome ways?! I think my favorite kills was by far your poor mother and that idiot of Augur? August? Asgard? I don't remember the name of those I don't respect?! '' The shadow gazed upon their corps, '' Look at her, so beautiful, so quiet. She's like a sleeping princess waiting for a kiss! But on the other hand, your friend here look so...dead! EheheehAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!'' The shadow maniacally laughed at his own comment.
''BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?'' Spike yelled, tired of the shadow's behavior.
'' What about you? Oh, you want to know why you're not bitting the dust with the others? Well to be honest when my minion kicked you out of the inn I thought you were dead. But no, you got up like the big boy you are, and you tried to kill him with your bare hands! Though It was a terrible idea that went horribly wrong for you, yet you impressed me with your braveness! And that why I want you to use some of it to deliver a message to that elven slut ruling over my kingdom, using the sun as her symbol! I want you to tell them that the time of darkness has finally arrived! Tell them King Sombra will come straight to them and will reclaim what is rightfully his! Will, you said that to them, please? I wish I could do it myself, but a king doesn't speak to the whores living in the streets of his city his own city! Do we have a deal?''
'' Y-yes'' Spike agreed, shaking his head in fear.
''Excellent! Truly excellent! But now, I must mark you as mine! Minion, your sword please!'' Sombra politely asked.
The knight unsheathed his sword and handed it to his master who gazed upon it, '' That a fine blade you got there, minion. Don't you agree, boy?''
'' Don't fucking touch my father's sword! !'' Spike angrily replied
''Really? It would be a shame not to leave in the family. Here, take it back!'' Sombra thrust the tip of the sword a few inches from Spike's heart, '' It's going to be very painful, kid!'' He infused the sword with darkness which spread into Spike's body in the form of black tracings similar to veins.
''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!'' Spike's cries were music in Sombras's ears who removed the blade once the black lines disappeared.
''Done!'' Sombra happily said,'' Thank you for your help, my dear minion! I'll keep the sword. She perfectly fits the standards that a king looks for in a weapon!''
''D-don't.. touch..it!'' Spike weakly ordered.
'' How rude of me, I've almost forgotten you were here with us!'' Sombra apologized, '' I bet you can't wait to see your mark? Well, take a peek!'' Sombre summoned a mirror and handed it to Spike who saw his flesh damaged by the darkness having taken the form of a unicorn skull with the cut of the blade as a horn, '' I am not just any monster, Spike Drake! I am the king of the monsters! EEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!''
Spike could feel his last strengths leaving him. Everything was turning black around him. The only thing he saw before sinking into darkness was two red eyes penetrating his soul, and extinguishing the light in his heart.
The next day
6.50am.
The whole village was destroyed and covered with shadows, as if a giant monster attacked it, leaving no survivors, only death and darkness. But in the middle of this destruction, a young man was lying on the floor shirtless, revealing a dark mark. The boy answered by the name of Spike Drake, the only survivor of nowhere.
Spike was lying on the ground, his whole body in the shadow of the night too. But despite the coldness, Spike woke up, "Hmmm!" Spike opened his eyes but only saw the darkness around him. He tried to get up but immediately fell back on his knees, his chest hurting him badly, but this pain was nothing to the one he had experienced.
Spike remained motionless in the darkness until a purifying light rose in the air, illuminating him with its divine light and chasing the night out of its body. Spike looked up and saw the only gift of nature able to give hope to those who lost everything, the sun.
Spike blankly stared at the sun, not knowing what to do or go to until some precise words came back to his mind, ''Using the sun as her symbol!'' By saying this, Spike remembered everything, the death of his mother, Ásgarðr, but especially Sombra and his accursed servant.
'' No, it's impossible! They are...They are still alive and I...I must...I must... Argh! ARGH! AAARGH! AAAAAAARGHRHRHRRRR !!'' Spike shouted out all the sadness of his body. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to get rid of it. He wanted to get rid of Sombra himself. And so, his sadness changed into anger. Spike felt an endless hatred for the being who ruined his life and killed those he loved most. And it was with eyes filled with this terrible hate that Spike left the village without even looking back.
Author's Note
Finally! Two years! Two long years of me writing, erasing, re-writing, crying in bed or on my couch, studying for my exams, and be rejected by the girl I love but finally! I finally wrote my first chapter. Enjoy or don't, to be fair right now I'm pretty freaking exhausted. Peace out
Pictures and arts found on Pinterest (Sorry if there's not always a picture to represent the place or the action, but I'm no drawer or painter.)
