As the battle raged on, swords were swinging like it was the end
of the world. The soil couldn't take any more blood, for it flowed like
a river. The clouds were as black as a black sheep's wool, lightening
from wizard and druids striking from point to point turning to ashes
whoever it came across. Voices of warriors filled the sky as they
screamed, some for victory, some due to defeat and others for
vengeance. The screams, accompanied by the sound of clashing
swords made the earth tremble, for this wasn't just a mere war but
one that was a planet destroyer.
To everyone it was the noisiest war since the beginning of
revolution, but to one man it was the quietest one. As he knelt
down, tears rolling down his cheeks, he wasn't sure about what
really hurt him. Was it because of the klin blade stubbed into his
heart that he felt so much pain, or was it betrayal? He felt the warm
flow of blood rushing out of his own body, one hand on his stubbed
chest, the other holding his sword tight in his hand.
"How the mighty have fallen, rose up like a celestial, I became
great with my power and yet here I die like child who is blindfolded"
he said as he was grasping for air, his voice cracking. "I wish I had
followed what the oracle had told me, I was warned" he said in a
soft cracked voice like a whisper as he looked straight seeing the
traitor approaching him. He could see people moving around, but
he couldn't hear them speak as the klin blade drained his life from
him. "Protect the saage!" Shouted a warrior at a distance, "Orion!
Orion!" shouted another warrior at a distance, but the voice wasn't
just for any other mere warrior, it was Hellion his brother.
Orion slowly turned around his head to look at his brother, his
heart stopped beating when he saw Hellion holding Karius, his little