Arc 2: A vigorous first month
Road to a Hero
Three chances in another world
Chapter 9: A dreadful morning
Gray sits in the snow, with Anibys' chain around his neck. Everyone who was inside the mansion other than Al and Ophelia walked out of the mansion.
Gray: “Are you guys okay?”
Soku: “Been better!”
Rosemary: “Gray! Are you okay?”
Gray: “Other than all the injuries, and this WIP on my neck, I’m just dandy.”
Edward: “So… do we go with you or?”
Anibys: “Where’s Jerimiah, inform us of the location so we can leave.”
Gray: “Hold on, any moment now.”
Carla: “COME ON I’M TIRED!”
Gray looks at the top of the mansion. A man cloaked in darkness, standing on a balcony on the second floor. He jumps down, rushing towards the group.
Carla: “ANOTHER ONE!”
Gray {AL, THIS BETTER WORK!}
Gray: “SATIC!”
In an instant, Gray and all of the other's heads feel as if it’s about to explode, overstimulated with feeling, sound, smell, sight, touch, and hearing, all of their senses pushed to their limit.
All Sect members scream in pain, while Gray tries to fight through it. This spell wasn't one Gray should be using, resulting in the heavy toll it's taking on Gray for using it, but that pain didn't matter.
Gray: “GUG! FU… RUN!”
The man rushes towards the Sect members, revealing himself in the light to be Al. He was holding a sword, prepared to fight.
Al: “Our plan worked, now you must go.”
Gray: “Alright, thanks.”
Edward: “You can’t fight those guys by yourself! You need help!”
Al: “I may be an old man, but I was on the battlefield. I might not win this fight, but I can keep them busy while you escape.”
Edward: “NO! YOU’RE INSANE I WON’T”
Al: “Please, I promised your mother I would protect you, I must do this.”
Soku: “WE GOTTA GO!”
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The sect members rush towards the group, with Al fighting them all off, barely being able to keep up with all of them.
Rosemary: “ THANK YOU! FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE GIVEN US!”
Anibys: “NO WE WILL NOT BE FOOLED, GET OUT OF OUR WAY OLD MAN!”
With Al keeping the Sect busy, Gray, Edward, Soku, and Rosemary run back into the mansion.
Soku: “Where are we going!”
Rosemary: “Could we have not left through the gate?”
Gray: “No, there might be more Anarchists' outside the gate waiting for us. In Musashi's study, behind a wall there is a secret staircase leading to holding cells, there is an exit down there.”
Edward: “That’s a good idea.”
Gray: “Jeremiah's down there, So we might have to kill him, just in case.”
Soku: “Good idea, though it might make them angrier than they already are, spilling blood and all.”
Gray: “We will deal with that when we get there I guess.”
Rosemary: “It still doesn't feel right, leaving Al to fight like that.”
Edward: “I agree, I could help, at least on my own.”
Gray: “None of us are in any shape to fight and I…”
Gray falls to the ground, unable to stand, overwelled with the stress on his body.
Rosemary: “GRAY!”
Edward lifts Gray, helping him stand.
Gray: “Sorry, I… just need to regain my strength.”
Edward: “It’s ok, I got you.”
They finally get to the study, opening the wall. Walking down the long staircase making it to the basement.
Soku: “Wooh this place is…creepy, awesome.”
Rosemary: “Yeah creepy is right.”
Gray: “Okay we gotta go check on Jeremiah.”
They get to the door where Jeremiah is supposed to be held.
Gray: “No way…”
Looking in Jeremiah's cell. The only thing in Ophelia is sitting beside the chains that were supposed to be holding Jeremiah.
Gray: “Ophelia… WHERE IS JEREMIAH!”
Ophelia: “YOU’RE HERE!... you guys are hurt *sob*.”
Edward: “It’s okay, calm down. We got hurt but we are fine now. Now when you got down here was there somebody in this cell? It’s okay take your time. You’re safe.”
Ophelia: “Nobody was here when me and Al got here…WHERE’S AL!”
Soku: “Calm down, Al is… helping us escape.”
Edward: “All right… You guys can leave through that door, it’ll lead to a stable that holds horses you can ride to get to safety.”
Rosemary: “What are you gonna do?”
Edward: “I’m gonna go help Al.”
Gray: “No… NO, YOU’RE NOT. WE AREN'T LEAVING WITHOUT YOU.”
Edward: “I will not let him get killed, Gray!”
Gray: “He’s risking his life to save us, so going back will be against his wishes, and if you do go you might just get in his way!”
Edward: “I have lost too much to let him die. He's family, no matter how much it hurts, I will save him.”
Gray: “If you wanna get yourself killed… then go ahead, I won’t stop you.”
Edward: “I wish you luck.”
Gray: “Yeah.”
Edward leaves, walking back up the staircase while the others leave through the exit.
Rosemary: “You’re just gonna let him leave?”
Gray: “It’s his choice, so I let him be.”
Soku: “Letting him be might have been the best thing to do as well, I was not gonna go back, I like Al and all but Ophelia being safe is all that matters.”
Ophelia: “Is Edward gonna be okay?”
Gray: “Keep hope.”
They get out of the tunnels, enter the stable, the look at the animals around them.
Gray: “Wooh, Horses, Big wolves, and some velociraptor-looking things.”
Soku: “What’s that in the back?”
Rosemary: “Is that A…:
Gray: “No way…”
Edward made it out of the study, running as fast as he could to get back to Al.
Edward {COME ON, COME ON! MAKE IT!}
Al struggles to keep fighting, with cuts and wounds all over his body, his clothes torn to shreds, and his stamina running out. He accepts his approaching death.
Conroy: “You were a good fight old man. What’s your name?”
Al: “My name is Alon, nothing more nothing less, the Ronin of the mists assistant.”
Caral: “OH SHUT UP WITH THIS HONOR SHIT, KILL EM ALREADY!”
Edward makes it back outside. Watching from the front door, about to enter the fight… he watches the repulsive sight in front of him.
Edward: “No…”
Al braces for his last stand. The bandages on Anibys’s body grab onto Al, holding him down, and then Conroy's sword plunges through his body. Al looks into the sky as his spirit leaves his body, smiling.
Al: “Ah… the sun’s rising… I have to… make breakfast… soon…”
Al’s body collapses into the snow. Conroy wipes the blood off his blade, placing the sword beside Al’s corpse.
Conroy: “Rest now. You fought well Alon, of Walgonia.”
Carla: "So lame. He wasn't fun at all."
Al had held them off, but his skills as a fighter was low. And as an old man, fighting three skilled fighters, he was marked for death at the start. Edward looks on, emotionless. Pondering to himself about what had just happened.
Edward {When did it all go wrong?}
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