I'm so f*king busy now, so I'll just realise the parts one by one on a 4 part per few days basis. Lucks ya'll!
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Neon looked directly at Tritium, his shield in his hand. Tritium stared back at the Paladin. ‘You cannot hope to win.’ Neon gripped his shield, and then, with remarkable speed, threw it at Tritium, but he dodged it easily. As Tritium turned around, the shield suddenly swirled back towards him.
Tritium managed to dodge it only barely, but as he did, failed to notice the figure behind him. Tritium quickly dashed towards the nearest wall, and leaped into midair as the paladin pointed his right hand at where Tritium was and shouted ‘Pressure!’ A huge force of air crashed down onto the ground, leaving a huge imprint on the stone floor. Tritium landed on his feet. Neon held out his right hand, and his shield fixed itself back onto his right hand. ‘I’ll take my chances.’ Tritium smirked. ‘Interesting.’
A bluish light encircled around neon’s shield. ‘I’ll end this, right now.’ Tritium raised both hands this time. All his life as an assassin, he’s never fought a paladin before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. Neon suddenly disappeared once again. ‘He’s fast’, Tritium thought. The ground below him suddenly glowed blue. He instantly dodged way, just as Neon shouted, ‘Holy Cross!’ Another huge imprint the shape of a cross hit the ground. Tritium was amazed. He knew this is going to be bad.
Neon rushed at Tritium from the left, then the right, then they broke off to both sides of the hall. As Tritium’s feet touched the ground, he immediately shouted ‘Cloaking!’ and disappeared. Neon, unflustered, continued to press on. He fixed his shield on the ground, and then, with a sudden surge of power, began to collect blusih light. In his cloak, Tritium could feel the ground moving below him.
But it was too late. ‘GRAND CROSS!!!!’
The entire vicinity of the room began to glow bright blue, and a huge eruption of energy burst upward, catching Tritium offguard. ‘Guarghhhh!!!’
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The river of Grushmore was the largest source of liquids for the people of Rune Midgard. Food, water, animals, corps, the very essence of life itself was entirely dependent on this great river. Heraus could remember it, vaguely, but it was shards of memory like these that kept him going. He saw a little boy, in rugged clothing, running down the hillside, a small book in hand. He was happy, very happy.
The sky was bright orange that day, and the horizon towards the river bank was alive with orange tones, setting it on fire. He laughed and played mischeviously, and then found a small patch of grass. He placed down his hand, and felt it. Not too wet, not too dry. Perfect. Slowly, he slid off the little cotton scarf he was wearing and placed it on the ground, sat on it, then began to read.
Then, as time passed by, he was unaware that he had already fallen asleep. Nor was he aware that no one noticed the little boy by the riverside that day. And most importantly, no one saw the red glowing eyes of the Anacondaq slithering its way towards the young boy. And as it lifted its head, and curled its tail, was set in motion, ready to pounce at the frail little child, a white beam of light protected the little boy.
The little boy woke up, only to see a figure, with a face so warm and a hand reaching out to him so reassuring, that the only words he remembered were, ‘U alrite, boy?’
Heraus rubbed his eyes, but was startled at the sight of the huge snake that lay beside him. ‘U.. saved me?’
The figure came forward, and rubbed his hand on his head, laughing. ‘It’s alright now, you better go home.’
And Heraus remembered nothing more after that, except the peculiar golden ring that the man wore on his left hand, with the symbol of a golden lion.
He took a huge gasp of air, and opened his eyes. Pain. The immense pain surging all around his body. It was unbearable. He tired to move, but every muscle of his body was torn. He looked up, and all he could see was a bright orange sky.
Just like that day, just like that time. Then he heard it. It was so familiar, yet, so distant. ‘U alrite, boy?’ Heraus knew he was dreaming. That voice vanished a long time ago. ‘Boy… can you stand up?’ Heraus closed his eyes. This dream has to be the end. He did his best, but the Baphomet was too much… ‘Boy.. wake up!’ Heraus jerked his eyes open.
Before him, was a faint outline of the man he had learned to trust, the man that gave him a home, the man that he called his father, teacher and best friend. Tears rolled down his eyes. ‘Prince Magnesium… you’ve come home.’
Magnesium came forth, and held out his hand. The Prince of Valor, the only Battle Priest in the whole of RuneMidgrad, now stood before Heraus. 'But.. I thought, we all thought that you were...' The Pricne, half bend, revealed to be wearing a full court gown and on his waist hung a silver sword mace, and on his left hand was a jewelled armguard. Around him, hundreds of Knights, Paladins and Wizards, all in Green and gold uniforms, marched past them. The Prince looked up, and held out his hand to signal a nearby Acolyte. 'Heal him, soldier. Keep him alive at all costs, I have many questions for this man.' He looked at Heraus. 'Now, my son, I'll explain everything later. Radium has returned, has he not?' Heraus nodded. 'The Baphomet.. where...' Magnesium stopped him mid sentence. 'It fled when I got here. ' Heraus looked up at the Prince. 'Then you must stop it... Cough! Cough.. Its hading for...' The Prince held Heraus tighter. 'Stop speaking, I dun wan you dying yet before we reseal it.' Heraus looked at the Prince. 'But what does that mean?' 'Like I said, I'll explain later. MEN! MOVE OUT! Seargent, take my men and head towards the town of izlude, and set camp there. Dispatches to Payon, Alberta, and all the major cities have been sent. We will need all the men we can find. Heraus, listen to me carefully. I am looking for my son. I need to know all that you know.'
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Tritium stood up, his left arm hanging loosely. His entire body was bleeding, and his wounds were critical, like he was burnt. Yet, he lifted up his head and looked towards the Paladin, already tired and exhausted on the ground. Tritium spoke. 'You cant move anymore can you?' Neon was sweating profusely. Tritium walked towards the paladin, every step he takes hurting more than the last. 'That was... impresive, really. A little more energy and you could have killed me.' He was already a few feet away from the Paladin. Neon cursed. His feet won't move at all. He used up all of his remaining energy for that last attack. Tritium lifted his only able hand, and licked the tip of his katar. 'But I havent even started.' A quick movement, and Tritium slit Neon's throat. The Paladin's eyes froze, and then he fell, lifeless. A dark figure appeared behind Tritium, and spoke to him.
'You could have died without me, you know that don't you...' Tritium replied, 'Shut up.' The dark shadow continued to speak, ignoring Tritium. 'Hiding me for youself, Radium will not be pleased, will he now?' Tritium fell silent. 'Now, as promised. I can make u invinsible, but the price of my power is rather certain now, isn't it? I'll take my payment.' With a loud cry of pain, Tritium could feel a deep sharp sensation behind his neck, as the shadow began to drain a portion of lifeforce. 'Your soul, for power. Isn't that a beauty?' Tritium replied. 'Keep your sneers to yourself, Dracula. I saved you, otehrwise you will be like the rest of the MVPs. Nothing more than slaves to Radium.' 'That's how it is now, isn't it... No matter. I've taken what I need. Summon me again only when you need me.' Tiritum smirked, and walked over the dead body of Neon.
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