Joab watched as Worm, the giant jaguar, growled and slowly entered the throne. He lifted his sword and yelled at the beast.

"I want nothing to do with you! I've killed enough!"

Worm didn't seem to care, and kept coming for a fight.

Joab stood firm, and screamed and swung his sword.

"I'm telling you! Leave, you beast!"

Worm got ready to pounce.

Joab's heart was about to explode.

Only one way to show it.

Joab then ran and screamed at the huge battle cat.

Worm was taken aback and growled.

Joab raised his sword and came right to the mighty face and swung it.

The hind legs of the beast took a step back, but the sword was almost upon its nose.

Joab stopped the swing. He felt the breath of the beast on his bloody clothes. Saw the moisture in its eyes.

He stared.

Worm stared back.

"Leave. Or I'll ride you out of here. But I will not harm you."

Worm stared at now what they thought was an evil, yet small beast.

Joab kept his sword up, but slowly backed up, then revealed and exposed his back completely to the beast,

Worm could've jumped and finished Joab.

But they slowly turned and jumped out of the throne.

The screams of the humans running from the villages below were heard.

The other beasts had broken from their cages, and were now running and chasing like cats after mice.

Joab looked around the throne.

The armor, which had to be burned.

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The dead.

His brave dead. Kai.

He then turned and saw the giant drapes.

Thought of the crates the giant beasts broke out of.

I will make an altar. An altar to the Heroes of the Unknown. They will forever be known.

The homely ran from The Unknown City, being chased by horrible beasts and their own.

They ran into the darkness of the dreaded dead lands.

Some turned when they saw a glow appear on the hilltop and pointed.

Joab, hours later, stared at the throne.

Fires going up from the wooden altar he made in the middle.

The bodies of the heroes hidden within.

The drapes of the Unknown flapping with fire.

He stared and smiled.

I should just sit here and die with it.

The flames became too hot. His skin started to burn, drying the sweat and blood off his body.

Joab slowly walked away from the throne.

He walked the now nearly empty streets, down the hill from the throne.

The homely pointed as the throne of the giants was now on fire, illuminating the darkness.

A lighthouse of fire across the land.

They continued their walk, with the glow at their backs.

One of Triad's surviving commanders rode their horse into the darkness.

I must get to Elah. They must know. So then they will have mercy on us. It wasn't our fault.

Elhanan stared across into the darkness.

They had made a camp for another day.

As far as the eye could see, there was was a small speck in the distance of these lands.

All knew that was The Unknown.

And now in the darkness, it was a small orange match light or burning leaf in the darkness.

Elhanan smiled.

Joab walked into the darkness, following the rest of the homely.

His horse and provisions stolen.

He was weak and hungry and infected and dizzy.

Joab turned to see throne room collapse into the streets below, as all of The Unknown now burnt to the ground.

He smiled at his altar, walking backwards in the darkness, enjoying the sight.

A whispered prayer to the Creator came from his lips.

Eventually he turned, and kept walking in the darkness.

Nowhere to go. No one to help.

Too far from Elah.

But nobody was supposed to survive this trip.

The growls of the giant beasts stalking in the darkness were heard.

Joab didn't mind.