With hair shimmering like dragon’s gold, I step through the field of death. The pathetic Goblin pests have, as usual, stood no chance against me and my axe. Oh I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m a mercenary, the strongest of all of ‘em, name’s Elke. Me and my crew, we don’t have a home or loyalty, but we do have gold, and we are gonna need lots more. Well, “need” is a strong word. Anyway, why am I killing this small fry? The leader of Silver Heron Ridge hired me to give him a hand, so I get to do all the boring work, pest control, whatever. The pay is damn good, but I’m looking for bigger fish to fry.
Alexander, a powerful feudal lord, has given me good money to turn on my former employer. He’s recruited some centaurs to chase them into the Canyon Gorges, a nice enclosed space for me and my crew to knock some heads together. Too bad the Centaurs don’t have much gear, because the way they look they’d do something stupid in a heartbeat. Not only will I be rolling in dough by the end of this job, we also get whatever we can pull off the corpses whoever we want. Almost feel sorry, for the enemy, these canyons give me the creeps, what with all these crazy animals running around. A swarm of bloody Aegis Lizards turned up the other day, and all the troops couldn’t even nick ‘em. Good thing I was around, or the joke woulda been on us.
Some idiot knights jumped the gun! Apparently camping out in this place was too much of them (though I can’t blame them) and they launched a random attack on the enemy. Great, now they know we’re coming. Those guys are handling the lizards like nothing, what with their elven friends and the bloody priests. It seems they’ve tamed some Lizards too. Alexander has amassed his forces at the Ravine Mouth, a perfect ambush point. I see the enemies approaching, we attack at sunup. it’s time to knock off some heads and grab some gear. Heh, maybe I could grab some of Alexander’s stuff at the end of this.
A disaster. Those Silver Heron Ridge guys mauled us. I killed them left and right, but this guy had a ton of wackjobs I’ve never seen in my life. Some coward with a gun shot me from behind, and Alexander was turned to stone. Lucky for me, my mercenaries got no loyalty, and ditched the place when things got tough. Unluckily for me, they got no loyalty, so I’m stuck here, wounds covering my body. The guys who killed us headed to the Hazy Marshes, which is their problem, because that place scares even me, stupid Ghosts. As for me, I’m heading off to a different place. Namely death, because the world is going black.
I sit up with a gasp, light filtering through the treetops. I am in the Elven Heartwood, under the Tree of Life. Some Priestesses wandering by picked me up. Grunting at the pain of my wounds, I force my freshly healed body off the bed of leaves. Holy Michael, the place is insane. Arrows and elemental magic are flying everywhere, which I guess is what typically happens when one leader kills another then ditches the place. I got no buddies here, but if there’s one thing I hate, it’s an unpaid debt. Damn priestesses saved my life. I push the Priestesses who try to stop me and grab my axe. I step into the fray, an angel of death. The wind whistles around me as heads plop to the ground. I’m back in my mojo. Blood sprays around me, but not a single drop touches my body. Man am I good at this.
I’ve unified the elves. The leaders, Velynn and Ryli, actually made me the Queen, which has been a position held by elves for millennia. Honestly, with this many people, I could bring the gates of Hell (not literally) to Silver Heron Ridge, considering their leader guy is still on his road trip. And man that’s a lot of gold in this place. The Elves are all frothing over that human’s stunt here it seems. And IS THAT CROWN PURE GOLD AND GEMSTONES?!
Being a queen doesn’t suit me. I sneak out at night and grab as much gold as I can carry. I met up with the old crew, on accident, considering they were raiding an Elven Samurai camp for their sweet gear. They stopped immediately after they saw the huge sack of bling on my back. Oh and they freaked out and tried to run, because I’m scary when I’m mad (Note that I wasn’t mad). Laughing, I wack them with the flat of my axe, one my one, and after some one helluva party, I’m finally with my buds again.
Damn Alexander. Apparently the turning to stone thing is temporary. He ambushed me and my crew with a huge army of Knights, Infantry, and Mercenaries led by Jasmine the Dervish, my arch-nemesis. He’s ranting about how we abandoned him. What did he expect? We kill people for money and he expects loyalty? Of course, we don’t go down without a fight, but unlike Jasmine, I don’t freak out whenever someone gets near me, and even I’m knocked out.
Alexander is going to kill my entire crew one by one before my eyes. One by one, he crushes their skulls with his hammer. Alice is the last one to die. Poor innocent Alice, she didn’t even kill anyone. She’s just some girl who we found, desperate and alone, too soft for this line of work. As she falls to the ground, my hope falls with her corpse. I can hear the laughs of all the men in the background. I guess I really did care for this sorry bunch after all.
Alexander picks up my axe, trying to pull some lame irony off. Oh well, Wind Dancer Elke signing off… wait my axe? He grabbed MY AXE?!
That is it. No one touches my axe. I would kill Gabriel himself if he tried that. Golden energy swirls around me as my strength returns, the strength fueled by rage, or perhaps something more. I reach up and grab the axe and- wait, wasn’t that arm being held? The Guards who held my arms look confused, something that stays on their faces as their heads fall to the ground.
I begin the dance again, not one of rage and bloodlust, but a dance of sorrow and death. I weep as I kill, shedding a tear for all those who were lost, the winds mixing my tears with blood. I run into, no through the enemy lines. I phase through the bodies before me, beheading them from behind, the front, the side, every blow growing mightier and mightier. Unlike before, I feel the lives that flee as they touch my axe, but I do not feel joy. Only the dance, the only requiem I can sing. With a mighty single blow, I cleave through the hammer, the piece of metal stained with the lives of the only ones I truly cared for, the ones I loved. Through the hammer covered with the remains of those I had laughed with, lived with, cried with. I cleave through the neck of the one who took that away from me, his eyes gleaming with arrogance as the skull falls to the ground. I stand upon the mountain of the slain, my once golden hair dyed red with blood.
I had Awakened.
Alistar from Castle Ruins
Note that Feudal Lord Alexander is the final battle of Canyon Gorges, I did not mean Augustus