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This is my own Action/Adventure story about a young boy named Zecks and how he became a legend...
-1Boring
Prologue - The Ending To The Beginning
Heavy rain splattered across the land. Thunder clapped and lightning flashed from the heartless, grey sky. Thousands of dead, motionless bodies were scattered all over the battlefield, staining the green lands with blood; the perfect scene for the ending of the Blood War. Nothing remained of this butchery...
I was looking over this great massacre, walking amongst the dead. Rain fell onto my hair and armour as I did so, making it harder to move. What have I done? It is my fault this ever happened? I wanted to get rid of him so badly this time, that I launched this war... Now his blood, the blood of nobility, waters the soil of this forsaken land as well.
I have always hated him. But then, why do I feel that I have committed a major Sin. Is it because that I had truly let thousands of my men die, ripped into nothing but shreds of meat and crushed bones of their former forms, or was it the bond of blood between him and I. You see, he was my brother. No, to make things precise, he was my twin.
'Yes', I thought, 'it was because of the ties of family'. I remember... It was him who turned over our land, our kingdom over to the Demons. The Demons killed everyone in the kingdom. Before I was slashed to death, he saved my life, so, I owe my life to him. Although it is pointless now, I still wonder why he did this. I thought that he had a good side in his body regardless of his corruption. I will never find out now, and I will never find out anything from him anymore...
Hah... He and I used to always be strong as youths. 'Brothers of Blood' we used to call ourselves. Oh, how proud were our parents of having powerful warrior sons. They even made us 'Honorary Noblemen of the Kingdom of Liytheia', youngest people to ever receive that title too; 16 years of age. A royal celebration was held for us for that very event... And, that was the night he betrayed us. I'll leave it for now; it has caused my old wounds to reopen.
Well, I stood in front of his body. It started to rain, harder as the sky turned black like ashes of death. It lay on a rock, as if he were asleep. His eyes open, though, showing his white, pupil-less eyes. Raindrops fell onto his pale grey, motionless face, with his white blonde hair showing more darkly in this grim weather. Three arrows were plunged right through his thick, iron armour and straight into his chest, causing it to bleed heavily. By the look of it, his sword had tasted many a blood that day. It showed no more of the shining blade; it was covered in a foul smelling, thick crimson blood thicker than oil. He died a somewhat, a pointless death, believing in what he was doing, when he could have given in a long time ago...
I reached up to the disturbed sky above me, stretching my arms as long as they would go. Suddenly, I found myself crying victory. There were huge flashes of lightning, followed by ear-deafening thunder; as if they too were commemorating this event. I looked back down at his body for one last time and bade him goodbye forever. My life was going to change for ever now on...
Heavy rain splattered across the land. Thunder clapped and lightning flashed from the heartless, grey sky. Thousands of dead, motionless bodies were scattered all over the battlefield, staining the green lands with blood; the perfect scene for the ending of the Blood War. Nothing remained of this butchery...
I was looking over this great massacre, walking amongst the dead. Rain fell onto my hair and armour as I did so, making it harder to move. What have I done? It is my fault this ever happened? I wanted to get rid of him so badly this time, that I launched this war... Now his blood, the blood of nobility, waters the soil of this forsaken land as well.
I have always hated him. But then, why do I feel that I have committed a major Sin. Is it because that I had truly let thousands of my men die, ripped into nothing but shreds of meat and crushed bones of their former forms, or was it the bond of blood between him and I. You see, he was my brother. No, to make things precise, he was my twin.
'Yes', I thought, 'it was because of the ties of family'. I remember... It was him who turned over our land, our kingdom over to the Demons. The Demons killed everyone in the kingdom. Before I was slashed to death, he saved my life, so, I owe my life to him. Although it is pointless now, I still wonder why he did this. I thought that he had a good side in his body regardless of his corruption. I will never find out now, and I will never find out anything from him anymore...
Hah... He and I used to always be strong as youths. 'Brothers of Blood' we used to call ourselves. Oh, how proud were our parents of having powerful warrior sons. They even made us 'Honorary Noblemen of the Kingdom of Liytheia', youngest people to ever receive that title too; 16 years of age. A royal celebration was held for us for that very event... And, that was the night he betrayed us. I'll leave it for now; it has caused my old wounds to reopen.
Well, I stood in front of his body. It started to rain, harder as the sky turned black like ashes of death. It lay on a rock, as if he were asleep. His eyes open, though, showing his white, pupil-less eyes. Raindrops fell onto his pale grey, motionless face, with his white blonde hair showing more darkly in this grim weather. Three arrows were plunged right through his thick, iron armour and straight into his chest, causing it to bleed heavily. By the look of it, his sword had tasted many a blood that day. It showed no more of the shining blade; it was covered in a foul smelling, thick crimson blood thicker than oil. He died a somewhat, a pointless death, believing in what he was doing, when he could have given in a long time ago...
I reached up to the disturbed sky above me, stretching my arms as long as they would go. Suddenly, I found myself crying victory. There were huge flashes of lightning, followed by ear-deafening thunder; as if they too were commemorating this event. I looked back down at his body for one last time and bade him goodbye forever. My life was going to change for ever now on...
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