Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 16:13:48 GMT -5
The winds lashed at Morne as he stood in the freezing cold of the Great Ravine, the cannon that directly lead to the old abandoned castle of Villain's Vale. The full moon above poured silver light on Morne's back as he stared dead on ahead. To his left, Lance Soldiers and Dual Blades, to his right, Morning Stars and Invisibles, in front Defenders and Book Masters and above, Wyverns slowly drawing circles in the night sky, waiting patiently, expectant as to what the very lone man below would do.
Here before the hordes of darkness once more he found himself with a deep sense of melancholy. This used to mean something, to put his life on the line. He used to quake in his boot, with his heart beating out of his chest as he fought with tooth and nail with his companions, to survive, to protect the realm.
But his friends died uselessly and the realm had crumbled. Now, standing on its torn corpse, Morne felt nothing. No fear, no sorrow, no despair. Not even anger at their fate, his fate. Just a deep, deep weariness. He was very simply sick and tired.
But he couldn't lay down his arms, no, he couldn't rest yet. Not when there was so much work to do. As the last of his kin, the burden of his peers was now his to bear. It was up to him to make it all be worth something, however little he could do, he had to do it, to keep the dream of redention alive, if just for one fleeting moment.
He breathed in, he breathed out.
"May my heart be my guiding Key".
And he charged forward.
The first thing he did was to step on the shield of a Defender, propelling himself towards one of the Book Masters, which he cleaved in two. It disappeared in a dark haze as a heart flew towards the sky.
He landed. In an instant he was surrounded by Guardians, intent on pummeling him into oblivion, but his cape whirled around his body as if alive, becoming a golden coccoon, that cracked and exploded into a deadly rain of shards that wipped clean the area around him. Without skipping a beat, he thrust his hand forward, a bow of pure light emerging from within it.
Fast as lightning, he drew arrow after arrow, shooting the now incoming invisibles. When he had begun, he had been armed with five arrows. Now they had doubled and they decimated the heartless waves ruthlessly. However some made it through, trying to slash him to pieces, but before their blades could reach him, his being became a sunbeam that filtered through hundreds of foes to cleanly disengage him from battle. Now away from the main group, he dropped to a knee and tensed his bow as much as his muscles would allow him to.
Energy gathered in place, creating a radiant arrow that crackled with power. He let it go and it tore through the Morning Stars, the Dual Blades, the Guardians and everything that stood on its path. After obliterating dozens, it went on to crash against the castle in the distance, exploding with the impact.
Albeit taken by surprise, the creatures quickly reacted, unaffected by the the destruction of their vile kin. The bookmasters were the first to react, readying magical storms to unleash over Morne and... Surprisingly, he simply joined hands as if praying.
... But in an instant piercing beams started raining from the stars themselves, striking their targets with holy fury... But that was not all, as more Key Arrows fell after them, mercilessly staking the scourge like insects. Soon, the battlefield was littered with replicas of the strange weapon. Wyverns rained down onto the ground, their bodies and wings shred to pieces.
There was a moment of calm and he knew that it was time for the final assault. Rising to the skies, his body started glowing, then, beckoned by the ancient warrior, the spears vibrated and fred themselves from the ground, rising up as they were enveloped by the brilliance, they became rods of light, spinning around Morne in the sky like a giant halo.
For a moment, the combined lights grew stronger and stronger, making the black sky turn blue, like a star had come down to earth.
And come down it did. Aiming his bow to the skies, his arrows pierced the clouds before they dispersed through the Great Ravine, blasting the heartless to oblivion as they exploded against the ground like a punishment from the gods, all while under the bewitching light of the man-star.
He came down to the ground. Very little had been left alive after the carpet bombing and what did cowardly slinked back into the shadows. Morne knew better than to think they were afraid. They were simply waiting. He had won, but no victory was forever. Alas, his work here was finished. “Time to go deeper in", he said, as he started walking toward the old abandoned castle.
He was willing to go as far as it took, to the very bowels of this world if it meant tearing out the darkness in this world from its very root .
It was time for purification.
Here before the hordes of darkness once more he found himself with a deep sense of melancholy. This used to mean something, to put his life on the line. He used to quake in his boot, with his heart beating out of his chest as he fought with tooth and nail with his companions, to survive, to protect the realm.
But his friends died uselessly and the realm had crumbled. Now, standing on its torn corpse, Morne felt nothing. No fear, no sorrow, no despair. Not even anger at their fate, his fate. Just a deep, deep weariness. He was very simply sick and tired.
But he couldn't lay down his arms, no, he couldn't rest yet. Not when there was so much work to do. As the last of his kin, the burden of his peers was now his to bear. It was up to him to make it all be worth something, however little he could do, he had to do it, to keep the dream of redention alive, if just for one fleeting moment.
He breathed in, he breathed out.
"May my heart be my guiding Key".
And he charged forward.
The first thing he did was to step on the shield of a Defender, propelling himself towards one of the Book Masters, which he cleaved in two. It disappeared in a dark haze as a heart flew towards the sky.
He landed. In an instant he was surrounded by Guardians, intent on pummeling him into oblivion, but his cape whirled around his body as if alive, becoming a golden coccoon, that cracked and exploded into a deadly rain of shards that wipped clean the area around him. Without skipping a beat, he thrust his hand forward, a bow of pure light emerging from within it.
Fast as lightning, he drew arrow after arrow, shooting the now incoming invisibles. When he had begun, he had been armed with five arrows. Now they had doubled and they decimated the heartless waves ruthlessly. However some made it through, trying to slash him to pieces, but before their blades could reach him, his being became a sunbeam that filtered through hundreds of foes to cleanly disengage him from battle. Now away from the main group, he dropped to a knee and tensed his bow as much as his muscles would allow him to.
Energy gathered in place, creating a radiant arrow that crackled with power. He let it go and it tore through the Morning Stars, the Dual Blades, the Guardians and everything that stood on its path. After obliterating dozens, it went on to crash against the castle in the distance, exploding with the impact.
Albeit taken by surprise, the creatures quickly reacted, unaffected by the the destruction of their vile kin. The bookmasters were the first to react, readying magical storms to unleash over Morne and... Surprisingly, he simply joined hands as if praying.
... But in an instant piercing beams started raining from the stars themselves, striking their targets with holy fury... But that was not all, as more Key Arrows fell after them, mercilessly staking the scourge like insects. Soon, the battlefield was littered with replicas of the strange weapon. Wyverns rained down onto the ground, their bodies and wings shred to pieces.
There was a moment of calm and he knew that it was time for the final assault. Rising to the skies, his body started glowing, then, beckoned by the ancient warrior, the spears vibrated and fred themselves from the ground, rising up as they were enveloped by the brilliance, they became rods of light, spinning around Morne in the sky like a giant halo.
For a moment, the combined lights grew stronger and stronger, making the black sky turn blue, like a star had come down to earth.
And come down it did. Aiming his bow to the skies, his arrows pierced the clouds before they dispersed through the Great Ravine, blasting the heartless to oblivion as they exploded against the ground like a punishment from the gods, all while under the bewitching light of the man-star.
He came down to the ground. Very little had been left alive after the carpet bombing and what did cowardly slinked back into the shadows. Morne knew better than to think they were afraid. They were simply waiting. He had won, but no victory was forever. Alas, his work here was finished. “Time to go deeper in", he said, as he started walking toward the old abandoned castle.
He was willing to go as far as it took, to the very bowels of this world if it meant tearing out the darkness in this world from its very root .
It was time for purification.
