Episode 12: Awakening

“Hurry up and tie the sails to the deck. You there, drop the other anchor!” One of the ferrymen ordered around the crew.

The crew continued to hurry forth and make sure everything was safe and protected. The voices of the crew echoed to the bottom of the ship. A single crewmate held a dim lantern walking down the stairs to the prisoner storage area. The waves rocked the ship, while he carried a silver tray with flies scattered around it. The buccaneer opened the door to the chamber of the prisoner, and nothing but darkness hung out inside of it.

“Hey Diborn… I brought you something better this time. Piles of fishman shit! Haha.” The buccaneer laughed.

No one responded. The buccaneer cast the light around the quiet room. Not even the sound of a mouse resonated in the silent darkness. The buccaneer slowly examined the room for the Diborn in chains.

“Diborn…” The buccaneer called out, dropping the tray and pulling out a dull scimitar. “Where… are… you…?”

The buccaneer hurried to the original spot where the prisoner was locked up. All four chains were busted from the wall and water poured from the sea because of how strong some soul pulled those chains off. Shock fell upon the lonely buccaneer who stepped back with worry.

“The Di… Kharon is free.” The buccaneer whispered to himself. His hung in the air before repeating out loud. “Kharon is – “

His sentence failed to finish as the next thing he could see looking down on was something shifting his body from the inside. The buccaneer looked down and something was coming out of his body. A slow black pointed part of a blade. The man's guts were painted on the blade that came from his midsection. The buccaneer fell in shock, as he turned around and saw the dark obsidian eyes staring back at him. This time deranged with red rings shooting electricity from his eyes.

“It is your turn to feast upon intestines and shit,” Jericho muttered in the ear of the buccaneer.

He pulled the blade slowly out of the buccaneer and finally shoved him to the plate that was meant for Jericho. The buccaneer's face landed right in the crap food, then slashed the blade through him once more. This time in his heart.

The buccaneer flatlined and failed to move. Jericho pulled the blade out and his body's aura turned to a maroon shade around him. The blade yearned in silenced, whispering in the ear of the once-tormented Diborn.

“Kill those who meant you harm on this ship. Rekindle with thou memories.” The blade ordered Jericho.

“As you wish,” Jericho responded. He walked up the stairs with the blade dripping in blood. The eyes of Jericho turned completely demented and sinister. It was as if the whole soulless person Jericho was replaced by something else. The tormented being that was Jericho disappeared and within the disappearance came darkness. A magic very few could comprehend.

“Hey Pete, where are you? We need help with the ropes.” A buccaneer called out, as he quickly noticed Jericho. “Diborn… Diborn!”

Jericho held out three fingers and turned them clockwise to have the buccaneer's neck snap in two. Jericho pushed his hand forward to the buccaneer to be sent flying to the mast. The other buccaneers, distressed about the weather turned to the monster walking with his blade dragging through the wood floor. All their faces flushed as Jericho tossed the head of the buccaneer who brought him food.

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“The hell…? The prisoner.” A buccaneer afraid to draw his sword muttered.

“He isn’t like the other good Diborn. This one is the monster Kharon. The one who murdered the people of Brightfall.” A buccaneer woman shouted.

Jericho’s body moved on its own. His voice shuttered and static like it had been taken over by another force, laughed upon them all. “Maybe, I am a monster. But a monster lives among the insides of us all. And thou shall release it if they are meant to live.”

Jericho curled his finger for the buccaneers to come to him. Forty buccaneers stood on the main deck against Jericho. He kept calm with his eyes unforgivingly cold to them all.

“We cannot let him escape!” a buccaneer shouted.

Jericho’s head throbbed like a great pounding of a drum. “I shall deal with them. You’ll wake up all better, Kharon.” The blade acknowledged him.

Jericho was pale. His face didn’t show any type of emotion. “It's all right. To live with the monster. A monster must do monster things.”

The blade's grip tightened in the user's hand. The power energized all around the user and the power surged out like a great bolt of lightning. The foreign obsidian eyes of the Diborn silenced into red rings inside those unforgiving black soulless eyes. The wielder of the blade slowly stepped towards the buccaneers who stood in front of him. Each one of the buccaneers pulses shriveled and skipped a beat with each step. No one could prepare themselves for the threat looming on the main deck of the ship.

“Attack!” the forty screamed.

The wielder of the Calamity Blade barely turned his wrists and slashed away eight men who attacked from his blind side. Using his left hand, the bearer of the blade pulsed a dark magic smoke foaming from his left hand and blasted the men from the other side of the ship. Each man and woman from the twelve of that side were stopped midair like levitation caught them.

“I am and always will be the bearer of death. No life was given to me, for me to be kind. To love, to live. I am death.” Kharon whispered in the winds around the ship.

His hand crushed the smoke building up on his palm. Each buccaneer fell flatlined on the ground after the crushing of red meats stopped echoing for miles. The hearts of the dozen were suffocated and melted down by the power of Kharon, who treated it like an anvil. After only taking seven steps, half the forces died. The men in front hesitated even further to attack the Diborn. The monster awakens in front of them.

“Men and women. And children. They will never accept death, not even on their final days.” Kharon focused an energy to engulf the ship in a black orb. The buccaneers left and tried to escape.

“Someone help us!” A buccaneer woman called out. “I don’t want to die!”

“Martinez look!” A voice from the outside screamed, dropping a bag of supplies. She pulled out her rapier running towards the black orb around the ship.

Malakai ran behind her, grabbing her arm. “Rhea, hold!”

Martinez rushed right behind and saw the carnage before his eyes. The visions of bad dreams from a night of horrors, rampaged his mind as his jaw dropped wide open. The buccaneers on his crew called for their captain over and over in the span of ten seconds, a hundred times. They wept and were exiled from everything besides death.

“Captain! Help us. I have a son to get home to!” A man cried out.

“Malakai can’t you do something!?” Martinez turned and begged the Diborn. In desperation he latched onto his arm, hoping the power of the Diborn was greater than the tales he had heard. What he watched unfold on his ship already was more horrific than the horror stories he heard. His face melted in fear as Malakai held him sternly along with Rhea.

“We can’t save them. Or we all die.” Malakai answered. Martinez couldn't accept it. Malakai sighed knowing of the danger. “That is a Diborn awakening merged with a Lotus Blade. I’m sorry.”