Diana opened her eyes to see herself in the dearest place of them all.

Endora.

The sights of its simple houses, her friendly neighbours, the dirty streets, and children playing with happy spirits, All of those streaming emotions flushed through Diana's eyes.

While she was sightseeing her home with a wide smile and happy heart. A hand patted her shoulder.

She turned around, eyes widened to find the kind and warm face of her father smiling at her with his blue orbs focusing on her. A flux of tears flooded her face. She didn't think twice about her reaction. She rushed to hug him with a shocked face. But the truth soon turned to a mirage and her father's image vanished before her arms got hold of him.

Suddenly the air changed. As she witnesses a horde of knights charging towards Endora. However, by taking another look at the riders. She saw skulls engulfed with flames on lifeless bodies. She saw horses bringing destruction by just stamping on the ground. Horsemen made of wicked fire and hideous smiles on their vague faces, empty of all flesh and blood. Sprinting with swords that were made to reap and devour everything and everyone onwards.

They charged with a sweeping strike turning the surroundings into ashes. Her fellow citizens one by one- turned into skeletons as they were brutally killed by those demonic warriors.

With that monstrosity approaching, Diana kept shouting for the unaware people to flee. Unlike the logic that she expected, all she got in return was some simple smiles with happy waves.

No panic and No running. No escaping for their lives and no anarchy made. Just smiles and pure love. It's like they knew what was coming and they had already made their peace with it.

It was no use.

She was a ghost who witnessed the same view of Endora's demise over and over again. Like an eternal punishment. She witnessed the scenario all over again as the fire greedily ate the town and its citizens as a whole, as the flames and smoke inflated till they easily touched the bottom of the sky.

She fell to her knees. Her tears were vaporizing from the fire that kept sparking yellow and bright. Her brain demanded an answer but instead, it was given a grounding past...

She looked to the ground with closed eyes and raging fists. "Why..." She cried. "Why didn't I just die with them?"

"Why did the people I love the most must undergo such doom?!"

"Why should they suffer while the sentence of death solely belonged to me!?"

She sobbed.

-----

"And leave so easily?!"

That voice...

She raised her face quickly to see her father in front of her. Right in the middle of the flames. Untouched. But this time his face was serious.

The girl just kept staring, didn't know what she should believe anymore. Nothing made any sense from that point onwards.

The protector approached till he reached for his daughter. He kneeled gradually and hugged the girl tightly to his body.

Unlike the other illusions moments ago. This hug was real. She felt his cooling hands marching over her heated body. Giving her an odd sense of relaxation and relief.

She closed her eyes once more. Trying to Remember the feeling of being locked within her father's arms again. It was so comforting. His hand brushed over her yellow blond hair giving her love chills through her golden color head.

"Open up your eyes, and look at them...". He said quietly.

As much as she was afraid to see who was "them". Diana blankly obeyed.

Her eyes opened unhurriedly to reveal a majestic sight

Her friends and all the people she cared about were standing there smiling at her. All the servants and men of the Red Castle were there...

Gunnora, Maria, Sebastian,... all of them were there gazing at her with calm and welcoming faces.

Richard slowly backed off Diana's arms to face her dilemma face.

"I am waiting for you, do not dare to turn around"

Those last words of his changed the surroundings. The world began to glimmer strongly and everything turned to white space.

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The sleeping girl sighed as she opened her eyes to meet the cracking ceiling of the infirmary, breaking away from the chains of her illusionary nightmare.

"Oh, Thank goodness!" The voice of Sebastian emerged beside her. "I told you to stay outside till we finish, wasn't I clear enough?!!". Sebastian scolded with a groan and angry tone.

The tired girl rolled over her head to the right to see Sebastian on a chair. she ignored the useless considerable complaints from the anxious man, her heart was already filled with mixed sentiments.

"Those men...W-Why I felt sorry for them?" She asked with sad eyes, memorizing what happened earlier that caused her to pass out in the first place.

She looked at Sebastian with questioning puppy eyes and a broken soul.

"I know about their crimes, I saw their cruelty many times during my stay here, the several lives they destroyed back at Ontoga. And on a personal level, they captured my dad. Imagine how many surrounding towns met the same fate, and how many people died unjustified?? So why do I feel sympathy for them?". She asked.

The man frowned.

"Because you are just a teen girl, you are not trained to see corpses everywhere you go. . .But we... the protectors do. Everyday. You could say we befriend death half the time in our job and we may even cause it to protect the weakest of our citizens.

So when we meet such people, we don't think of them as humans, we think of them as monsters but wearing human skin. When you see them through their masks, It makes slaying them more like a service to the universe rather than a crime"

She blinked. Taking in all those harsh words that are filled with a horrible reality.

She forced herself up to a sitting posture on the bed, using some help from Sebastian

"Listen, I know what you have been through and I am not your father so you are not forced to heed my advice but if Richard was in my shoes. He would have wanted for you to not lose your innocence even if the whole surrounding went berserk"

She nodded with a small smile.

That would be her father alright. The man who would sacrifice it all so his daughter wouldn't be traumatized by how the world has already become...

Monstrous.

Despite how the past events already seized her innocence away, the talk about her father calmed her a bit as she recalled the last fragments of that dream as well.

Sebastian met her with a smile."Alright, enough with the chit-chat, we are still not out of the castle yet". He said as he stood up to leave with Diana.

They left the infirmary and descended to the ground floor. Walking down the stairs with her protector. A question popped up in Diana's head.

"What happened to the commander?" She asked the man.

"We didn't find him in his room. So he could be---"

"SEBASTIAN!" A shouting and sweating man came running from the lower floor. "We have a crisis on our hands!"

"What is it?" He answered with recognizable tension to the hard-breathing man.

"It began when two of the girls wanted to go to the toilets. So we sent two men as an escort to the toilet room with 'em just in case.

There, and to the men's surprise. They found 2 guards investigating the dead body on the floor (the one that Diana killed). When they saw them, both parties immediately engaged, battling each other, we managed to kill one of them but the other one managed to escape to the castle parade.

They know about the escape now, and they will be waiting for us!"

The protector grinded his teeth, cursed heavily, and delivered a side punch to the stone wall on his right. Diana herself took a step back waiting for the man's anger to pass.

"Fuckers! I told you to hide that body an hour ago". He blew air from his nose, while covering his face in anger. "Looks like we have to spill more blood to gain our freedom" Sebastian declared. He faced the frightened man with a hard face."Gather every man and woman at the internal gate. They need to hear me before the battle"

(the gate of the main building of the castle, not the external gate linked to the walls of the castle)

On their way to the meeting. Diana told him about the lower dungeon's location.

When they arrived at the gate, they saw everyone arguing, and shouting a common sentence aloud...

"We are doomed"

The men were blaming the one man who let the guard escape and they were about to kill him for his stupidity. On the other hand, The female servants were just afraid and the youngest of them began crying as chaos and panic scattered faster than the wind. Suspicious began to rise if there was a traitor among them.

"CALM DOWN PEOPLE!" Sebastian shouted, his voice echoing through the walls of the castle rooms influencing the frightening crowd and controlling them.

"We sacrificed a lot to get to this moment, we killed most of 'em while they were snoring in their beds, So their remaining forces shouldn't be a trouble to us".

He turned around to Gunnora.

"You, get charge of the girls and lead them out while we fight their retaliated forces, if we failed to follow you, Run to the nearest Town (which was Ontoga) and seek shelter". Then he pointed his thumb backwards. "Take what you can carry from the treasury room, those are your well-earned money after all"

Gunnora nodded firmly, gathering the servants around her and rallying them together.

Diana took a step forward, with a courageous voice, as she spoke loud.

"I want to fight too and I won't take a 'No' for an answer"

Sebastian sighed seriously. "I don't mind, but your life is your responsibility, I can't protect you out there"

"Protect me?! I just saved your life a while ago!"

"I saved yours first, Blondy," he said while drawing his sword. He moved away side by side with the small army of prisoners under his command.

With hatred as their weapons and hope as their shields. They all marched towards the gate. Sebastian with all the men at the front line while the female servants behind them under the leadership of Gunnora.

This is it, They all witnessed the front door shut ahead and no one really knew what lurked behind it.

Sebastian kicked the gate powerfully with his right leg, making the two-sided door spring open

Once he opened a way, the same leg that busted the door open met 2 shot bolts, piercing his leg to the other side of it, breaking the man to the ground with massive pain. As the leader falls to the ground, all the men gasped with a step backwards.

A warm welcome as it was expected. but they didn't expect to be so quick and... large. Naive as they may be. They raised their head to meet a giant man talking with an old mountain voice.

"You are really dumb"

The surprised men faced a tall man with a heavily armored suit. With back brushed silky black spider hair running all the way to his shoulders.

He was carrying two large axes the size of 10 swords in each hand. Behind him were about 50 to 60 footmen. Half of the that number were carrying crossbows on the walls of the castle on the far side of the parade and the remaining troops were a mix of pikemen and a couple of calvaries.

That must be the commander and what is left of his goons. Diana realized that they were facing an organized army with double the equipment and force, they had horses, and they had high grounds with numerous crossbows pointed toward them.

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"I am a generous man, protector!" The commander sarcastically said raising his both arms to the air.

"Return to your cells and I will forgive you all," he said happily then he pointed one of his Axes towards the injured Sebastian.

"OR you can go on with your revolt, And I will gladly water my parade with your cheap blood". He threatened with his devilish eye.

"Yep, congratulations. We are officially screwed" Maria said. The girls were watching with fearful looks and silent questioning gestures...

...until Gunnora took a step forward to lend the man some help. She bent his arm around her neck and got him up.

When she got him up, two men came to aid him. For her to speak...

"Do you really think after we killed all your sleeping men, we would let you leave this parade alive?" She gasped with cool calmness. "Then your stupidity is far bigger than your axes"

The commander's smile vanished. "Then that explains why we are short in numbers...Still, My sweet whore girl, even if you passed us, you are in the middle of the wild. if you didn't die by my Axe, the wolves will tear you to shreds. he said with a mocking face. That's if the hunger didn't kill you first, of course.

With a swift move, She drew a sword of Sebastian's belt and pointed it towards the commander's head. "Fear not! I would take my chances with the wolves, but after I take your head with me!"

After those words, Sebastian motioned to the men to advance with the organized defensive formation of a half-circle around the girls. Diana wasn't among them. She was in the front row with the men.

The commander smiled while closing his eyes, nodding left and right in denial. "Such a waste, y'all could have brought a fortune to us, Ah well...ARCHERS!". He raised his right hand in the air and a wide column of archers along the wall of the castle stretched their bows towards their helpless easy targets, just waiting for the order, so they could rain death upon their cornered preys.

Scared and full of hopelessness, Maria sought shelter behind Diana's back as if it would save her from the awaiting death. While some men took a defensive formation using their shields, others didn't have the sheer strength of the protectors to raise these massive round steel shields in front of their heads for protection. The defensive circle had many weak points.

The men were sweating like pigs. They just wanted this day to end. Even if it was their last. They kept waiting for a chance...for an opportunity...

Then...

And out of nowhere...

Something occurred...

A big flying sharp spear pierced one of the archer's necks! The spear rested halfway through the soldier's neck while sticking out of his throat, making a horrible view to watch.

The other archers gasped in panic as they saw their dead comrade fall from the high wall of the castle onto the parade stone ground. His corpse slammed to the ground with the spear still stuck to his body at rest, however, in his death, the surrounding soldiers were stunned by the sight.

"Sir!" one of the soldiers came reporting to the surprised commander. "We have intruders marching double-time towards the front gate. They are lightly armed and led by one-arm man!"

"How many"

"I-I don't know about 30 or 40 of th-"

The messenger didn't finish his words before an arrow pierced his left eye. For the first second, he didn't realise that he was no longer in control of his vision and there was a piercing projectile struck deep into his skull. His last vision was the gasps of his befriended soldiers as he fell to his death.

What the rest didn't expect was that that arrow was not a misleaded stray one and it wasn't shot solely. The men raised their eyes to the sky above and saw that blood-freezing view.

An enormous shower of loaded with flying spears and arrows descended from up high, coming from behind the wall, targeting them. Each arrow crashed and professionally sliced at the shocked victims below. That was not an attack, it was a wrath. A bashing and furious handmade storm.

For the first time in their lives, they felt death mocking them, betraying them, spitting at their once grinning proud faces. He raised his hand to reap, harvesting many with each sweep. His unrealistic smile is carved on his inhuman face, delighted to elevate justice once more.

A lot of random casualties soon joined the messenger's demise accompanied by a few calvaries who died instantly as well, breaking their organized formation, and turning their shields towards the projectiles. But by doing so they exposed their backs to the opportunistic Gunnora. And she had that one window she longingly yearned for...

"That's our chance!" Gunnora faced Diana. "Run for the gates and open them for our welcomed allies in arms to join us in battle!"

Diana nodded obediently.

Then Gunnora faced the men "Do You want your revenge, then GO HAVE IT !!!"

"CHAAAAAAAARGE!!!"

The battlecry was all that the men needed. Their morales erupted like a volcano as their shouts spread through the ears of their enemies, planting fear in their black hearts. They ran like they never did before. Eyes filled with zealous revenge on sight. Their sprint was more like haste for decisive triumph!

While the enemy's mind was trifling between the two armies. They didn't have time to reassign their lines and the brave prisoners of the Red Castle startled their enemy and clashed from behind.

They broke through the first line of soldiers like a flood, overflowing them with shouting and warcries. The weapons clashed and shields collapsed causing a blizzard filled with smoke and blood...

And the battle enraged!

Their angry souls pushed their mortal bodies to their maximum limits. Slaughtering, killing, and obnoxiously murdering any of those who once thought they ruled this castle.

During this anarchy. Diana's mind was frozen for winks, it was from witnessing the horrors of this battle up close.

To the eye of this storm, she had to reach... No mercy was embraced...Limbs went flying...Swords slashed and pikes stabbed...cries of pain and agony...Men without heads...Deformed corpses filled the footing...and the stench of blood overspread all over the parade. She was lucky that she was no warrior. Her dagger was a livestock for laughter against this aggression.

She snapped out from amidst this chaos, enough to focus on her goal once more.

Reaching whatever controlled that large steel gate and opening it, she said. Her eyes levelled up to see a distinguished tower built adjacent to the gate, with a massive steel chain linked to the iron mouth of the castle and the other end was coming from a hole in the building."A gate that big must be controlled by level in that tower," She thought between her almost cut breaths.

The prisoners were fighting left and right. While the female servants were watching in astonishment the bravery of those men clashing and killing brutally as if the life inside the castle didn't bother them at all. As their blood mixed with the blood of the enemy flooding the ground below. A battle where every good soldier is a deceased one.

Back to Diana. her eyes were on the highest alert running through dead bodies, or bypassing wrestling men on the verge of death. Only with her faithful dagger in her hands. She was cautious not to get herself into a battle 1 on 1 with any of the slavers, especially with their leader.

But before she knows it. A figure ran from the right side, slamming at her body with a power of 10 horses combined. She flew away from the impact, falling painfully on her back, and before she knew it. A big axe was on the way to split her skull.

Our girl parried to the right and the axe hit the ground, giving a spark of the metal upon the stone. She got up quickly to see her attacker twice as tall. And triple body built.

The commander.

He rushed again at the girl with his two bloody axes. The girl gasped and spontaneously ran from him like a chicken from a butcher, never daring to face such a monster. She ran to the fighting mess again. flanking right and left to lose her pursuer. It was running from death in a maze of a fighting arena.

Out of breath, she slowed down and looked behind her to see that he was still after her!

She was sure that she had to face him one way or another. He maybe is more skilled and stronger than her but her body was smaller which means that she is way faster and can avoid his attacks more often.

She stopped running and turned around to face the hulk opponent.

The commander approached his small opponent carefully, breathing heavily from the chase.

"Little woman, you are starting to annoy me with your presence, now shall we duel, or will you continue running?" He rolled both of his axes in each hand.

The girl took her stance, unsure if her small dagger would do any damage against that tank figure she was willing to face.

Then a soft hand touched her arm. Diana looked behind. She saw a woman. A leader. An attorney.

It was Gunnora holding a longsword in the other hand.

"Leave him to me, get that gate open," she said with narrowing eyes facing her enemy.

Diana was surprised. Gunnora had clothes full of blood everywhere and judging by the confidence in her talking, that blood on her clothes wasn't hers...

"Go!" She commanded the girl to leave.

As Diana ran towards her target, she tried to abandon the eagerness itching her to watch the battle between the two foes.

Gunnora's point of view:

She held her sword which had the fresh blood of her dead enemies on it. Her grip tightens on the sword with her right hand as she eyes the man with an absolute abomination gesture.

On the total opposite, Her foe was calm.

"Sweetheart, why do you feel a grudge against me, is this how you repay me for taking you off the streets and giving you everything that your despicable father once prohibited you from? Is this how you reward me for my love?"

"You dirty dog! you took me from the street because you loved my...you loved my..." The words refused to leave her shaking lips while she was resisting the hot tears from leaving her eyes.

"Your body, that's what you wanted to say, right? yes, I admit I loved your body more than anything in you. SO WHAT ?!"

The woman was astonished. Was she that cheap to him? Where were his promises?

He continued..."Isn't that what a woman was created for? Wasn't she made to provide pleasure to men, to raise children, to-"

"SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAP! None of your facts included the fact that I am a human, you sadistic fuck!"

Gunnora heard enough and charged at the man with a fearsome cry.

The sword clashed with crossed axes creating an unseen spark that only they can see.

At first, The commander was so overwhelmed by the charge of the sword that he fell on one knee and was pushed slightly backward.

Gunnora saw that and delivered a perfect knee kick right under his chin leading to the commander falling on his back with an injured mouth.

She pressed her advantage and went on an aggressive offensive trying to put the man down once and for all. but her advantage didn't last long enough for her to use it.

The commander's experience in battle soon catched up with him as he dodged most of her stabs or simply used his physical power to simply deflect the rest using his two axes.

The commander quickly turned the table with a counter-offensive stronger than that of his foe.

Swinging blows right and left with equally terrible single manpower in each arm.

Gunnora was racing to avoid the high rate of blows coming towards her while she holds only one sword. She began to sweat hard, he was an extremely fast and talented fighter.

Through her eyes, she couldn't find any gap to flank him while her own flanks were wide open to his attacks.

The battle continued, overwhelming the woman. It was inevitable and she knew it. This battle was not supposed to be won...

And eventually...one of the axes found a way to Gunnora's flesh. The right axe slashed a small shallow wound right above her right breast. It wasn't that serious but it staggered her well.

She lost most of her power and her body couldn't catch up.

The commander then delivered a heavy upright blow towards her to which she raised her weapon once again to deflect it. but this time there was a hidden change in tactics that Gunnora didn't notice. while she was facing the heavy blow coming above her head. Another blow was coming from right under her eyes. She saw a glimpse of the second axe upercutting towards her. And she didn't have time to react accordingly.

The axe cut through her clothes and skin making a big wound starting from the right side of her stomach to the right shoulder flooding blood outside her body.

The courageous woman shouted painfully before taking a brutal kick to her abdomen flying her backwards.

Her head reverberated from the stone floor, nearly punching her brain out of her skull.

Enduring massive pain in the upper half of her body. Her clothes were cut and were now completely soaked in blood. She couldn't do anything to save herself. All of her stamina was gone.

She looked at the sky. Crows were circling around. If the battle wasn't happening, she could have enjoyed the scenery of the full moon up in the sky.

She was coughing blood. as she looked above her chest to see her foe coming steadily toward her. The girl stared with her eyes to the heavens, smiling. Her role was finished. She couldn't have a normal happy life like any other woman. but she had at least a chance to choose her death to be as honourable as it could be.

Closing her eyes slowly. She was too tired to keep them open. She prayed silently that her death wouldn't be as painful as her injury. But the pain... it was too powerful to allow her to sleep. She couldn't help herself but wait for her foe to be merciful enough to grant her that blessing.

He bent on one knee as his axe hilt rested on the ground with a bang, while his shadow crept over her dying body, covering the reflected white light of the moon.

"I think it is the time that I should ask for any last words, but we both agree you don't have the energy to say them"

"Yeh...oh...killing you would have been... a great bonus..."

"Oh, don't worry about the girl. She won't survive "Biao". He is going to make a good practice out of..."

"THE GATE! THE GATE IS OPENING!". A soldier's scream stopped the fight for a moment

And it happened. All eyes sighted the sturdy hulking gate rising up. Like a sword of executioner raised over the steady head of the criminals beneath...

And what came from behind it...was a flying spear.

It flew straight toward the commander. He saw it coming and grabbed it in mid-air. Surprised but unscathed.

"Biao, what the Hell-"

"Cough...Cough...Looks like my girl had beaten your lieutenant good". She mocked him with a smile full of blood staining her teeth

"SILENCE!". He stood up. Axes in hands. But his eyes refused to believe what he was witnessing. He was losing everything he built in one day. He couldn't comprehend what miscalculation he made.

The one-arm man on a horse riding with a sword in his hand. He pierced through a group of soldiers with the power of his horse. And a second later, an army of calvaries crashed toward the numerous helpless foot soldiers. As they dispersed through the battlefield. Like a locust carried by the wind unleashed on green lands. They pierced through the last defences of the Red Castle.

Every minute that passed from that moment onward was written in history. Those who died and were cast away by the slavers. Those who- by force- were tortured or slain. Those who were waiting for this night to come.

Now they can proudly shout it to the high heavens...

The Red Castle was dwindling

"That shocking look on your face is beauty to my eyeballs. Sweetheart"

"I SAID SILENCE, YOU BITCH!"

His shout came with a kick to her stomach making the woman scream with tears.

"Leave her alone!"

A SHOUT SLAPPED HIS BACK

He looked behind and saw the limping Sebastian with a sword in his hand. He was breathing hard. In addition to the soldiers, he had to fight earlier, his leg had a non-stop pulsing with excessive pain with every inch he pushed himself upon.

"What. You want to be the hero of this battle, eh protector?". The commander said out of breath and out of ideas.

Sebastian's teeth sheathed hard. Tightening the grip of his sword. He saw the woman's clothes all turned red, If he did this to a healthy person, then no way he was going to win over that herculean man with his damaged leg and also....

Because the man creeping behind the commander will do the job for him.

And it happened.

The commander didn't see the sword penetrating his kidney from behind until it popped out of his interior from the front.

Sebastian kept watching with widened eyes. As his very long-missed former protector friend. Stuck his sword in the back of the tyranny. While his exemplary men were tearing apart the remaining soldiers.

"WHERE IS THE GIRL?! ANSWER ME!". The one-arm man shouted at the commander with his hand twisting the sword further to his organs.

"M...MY...My back". He stuttered with agony.

"Oh, your back needs another pat?! Why didn't you say so!"

The same sword that cut through the flesh before, was extracted and pierced the man's back again. This stab, however, hit the backbone.

The man screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH MY NIECE, YOU SON OF BITCH!". His torturer shouted even louder.

But no response came back.

"Are you Godamn deaf! Answer me!"

"AlFRED!," Sebastian's voice alarmed the protector..."He will answer no longer to you"

"AND WHY THE HELL IS THAT!?"

"Because he is already answering to his creator as we speak". His voice was more serious than ever.

Alfred blinked. He pulled his blade away from his enemy for the last time.

So that he can behold the commander of the Red Castle...the source of grieves for many families in Ontoga... The captor of countless girls and children...The destroyer of limitless futures of once good families...The deceiver who tricked Gunnora just to satisfy his erotic desires...

He fell...

And with his death...

~ The Great Fall of the Red Castle soon followed ~

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"The...Tower"

"What?". Alfred tilted his head to the bleeding Gunnora.

He kneeled towards her, raising her head up a little from the ground. "What tower, what do you mean!?"

"T... There...". She raised her arm pointing to the structure.

Alfred followed her gaze and nodded. "Sebastian!"

"I got her, go! ". He said as Alfred ran in the direction that he was instructed to go with only one prayer chanted by his exhausted mind...

"Please, let her be alive. Please God!"

"Diana!" He shouted as he entered but no one answered, Alas. The protector's fear pumped higher and higher.

The quietness inside the tower was the most contradicting to the mishmash outside. The building itself was all shed in darkness. There wasn't a single flame to light the way and the air inside was suffocating. As if Alfred just entered another realm.

At last, he reached the top floor. He spotted a doorway to his right at the end of the stairs. as he dashed through his way up and entered the room.

And his eyes widened at the sight...

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