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Chapter 4

“A good place to die as any.”

Therol let out a dry laugh as he struggled to keep his eyes open. They would come, soon. He had tried to keep going further, but the limits within his body had long since surpassed.

He took a seat with his back leaning against a tree as the lakes breeze sent shivers running through his body, the good kind of shivers. It made him reminiscent of his home. He had wanted to return but didn't have the energy to do so nor the courage.

Reliving those horrors was not something he could handle even if he was in peak condition.His eyes felt heavy as he slowly closed them. Lost in reflection he remembered the blissful moments in life.

The times he spent with his family. Him meeting his wife; and lastly when he found out he was a father.

“He should be fine. He has to.”

Before long three silhouettes made their way to the man sitting on the ground. Sensing their presence

Therol opened his eyes.

“For what do i owe the pleasure?” he said with a smile.

“Therol, you're a hard man to find”

“Finding me wouldn't have been a problem for you, Imperator, its seem as if you were giving me time to live. Is it because of the guilt? Betrayal is a hard pill to swallow you know.”

“Spout nonsense again and i'll have your tongue!” Varc made a gesture to his sword. The Imperator gave him a sideways glace. “You will not speak again.” Then returned his attention back to the man in front of him.

“Therol, you don't know what the title i hold means. People depend on me. Kingdom's depend on me. Some say i'm a god. Sacrifices are necessary for..”

“For the greater good?” Therol finished his sentence for him.

“You slaughtered my clan for a damn stone and you have the nerve to say it was for the greater good.” Therols voice surprisingly calm.

“You had our trust, if you would have asked us for help, we would of had men ready in minutes. It was our fault for trusting a Fiend. But i must say, you wear that mask perfectly. Your acting skills are truly remarkable. For a stone, all that for a stone.”

Brushing asides the sarcastic remarks the Imperator continued.

“You know as well as i do, the Inheritance cannot be passed down passed down until the original blood is purged, what was done was necessary. The power within your origin stone is not something you can handle.You cannot comprehend its true power. It's something which we need.”

“Haha, well you will be disappointed ‘Imperator’”. Therol said in a sarcastic tone, “Killing me won't do a damn thing for you. You wont be able to access that power even after my death.”

Therol knew that they would soon find out that there was someone else from his clan alive left after his death. He spoke these words himself so he could see the wretched look on their faces; he considered it a parting gift.

“You spent these past seven years looking for me believing i was the last of our line haha, what a joke, truly what a joke” his gaze turned sharp as he beamed into the eyes of the Imperator, “You thought you killed us all, after all that planning you came to the conclusion that i was the last one. You have made a grave mistake. Your downfall will come, and revenge will be taken in blood.”

The three men stood their shocked as they tried to remember if anyone else had escaped that day and all three came to the same conclusion. No one escaped.

“The power which you speak of, Imperator, the one which ‘we cannot comprehend’ has long since been known to our clan; it has been our secret.  There will be a day where it will awaken, the true power of Tzaar.” After speaking Therol turned his gaze back to the lake and a smile emerged on his face. He had said his piece.

‘I have done all i could, the rest is up to you’

“You tell lies” yelled Varc, “We made sure to kill everyone that day, no one was spared!”

“We will know if he is lieing soon enough, Tallon, if you will”, the Imperator motioned to towards Therol.

It could be said Tallon had the most hatred for Therol out of any of them. His brother had died at his hands yet he was still alive for all these years; he couldn't accept that.

He walked over to Therol with a jagged sword he had obtained earlier, for this very occasion. He had easier ways to kill him but chose the most brutal one.

“For Zial.”

He drove the sword slowly into Therols heart waiting for cries of pain, none came. To his shock Therol was already dead. He died with a smile on his face.

“Damn you bastard!” not satisfied with this ending, Tallon shot flames out of his hand which quickly engulfed Therols body and burnt it till nothing was left, not even a trace.

Meanwhile the Imperator was staring at a stone that stood over 2 feet tall and 1 foot wide.

After the disappearance of the original blood the light within the stone would fade away; making it possessable for a new blood. Yet much to his dismay, the light was still there.

“Therols words held truth in them.”

He looked over at Varc and said in a grave voice, “Send men to search this whole area, bring me anyone who isn't originally from around this place. We must find the last Descendant; the sooner the better.”

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5 years later

“Don't let them get away!”

Five men covered in blazing red armored pursued two figures who were running in front of them. The leader threw his spear ahead of the two people causing a hitch in their step. The little distraction was enough, the men caught up to their prey but stopped as they were about to grab them. They had arrived at waterfall which was at the edge of the cliff.

“Surround them” the leader of the five men said.

The armored men quickly made a half circle around the two people.

With the waterfall behind them and the enemy in front, one of the two stepped forward with a sword in his hand. A boy seemingly around the age of twelve. He turned towards his sister who was now behind him.

“Run while i distract them.” He rushed towards the leader of the group and swung his sword towards his head. Taking it as a joke the leader casually lifted up his spear to block the attack.

The weight of the attack was more than expected and the spear fell downward. The man stood shocked for a moment before the shock turned into frustration. This was humiliating for him. He took his spear and whipped it at an angle towards the boy's stomach.

‘A chance’.

Having predicted this attack the boy put his sword to the side to intercept this attack while jumping in the air. The force behind the attack was more than he expected as he heard a slight cracking noise in his abdominal area.

A few broken ribs at least. The attack threw him sideways at a fast speed towards one of the armored men keeping containment. Having the two kids outnumbered and trapped, the men were not very vigilant.

Before he could make an attempt to block, the man felt a cold sensation in his neck before his life left him. Just like that the count was down to four. The sudden death of their comrade caused the rest to be furious yet vigilant. The young boy which they thought to be harmless, had skill.

But would it be enough?

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The girl made use of this opening and made a sprint for it. The leader of the group saw her intentions and personally moved to grab her.

"You three deal with him, ill grab the girl."

The young boy made haste in order to intercept him but the other men moved in on him, limiting his movement.

“You stay right where you are boy”

Although he killed one of the men, it was mostly due him being unprepared, he wasn't confident of his prospect when taking on three simultaneously. But he had to try. He would die either way. He focused his breathing and got in a low stance; waiting for movement.

The three enemy men closed their triangular containment step by step with extreme caution. During battle the slightest hiccup could lead to death. The man that was positioned behind the boy thrust his sword forward in an attempt to catch him off guard.

Seeing this, the boy made haste in order to get out of his way. The spearhead sliced through his leather armor and his skin leaving behind a long cut.

‘Thankfully it isn't deep’

The spear man pulled his spear back in an effort to attack again but to his surprise it was being held by the boy.

“Strong!” thought the spear men.

The boy pulled the spear towards him with all the strength he could muster up. The spear men realized this and let go of his spear and stumbled forward. A bad move.

You never abandon your weapon in a fight.

The two men standing idle saw this opportunity  as they jabbed their spear toward the boys back, who was now facing away from them. Their confidence in taking him head on had diminished. They could care less about  their comrade; actually it was a blessing for them that they weren't on the receiving end.

The boy grabbed the stumbling man and instead of killing him turned him around and put him in front of his body like a shield. It was just in time; the two spears pierced through the man's body with the spearhead going clear through.

Blood spurted out of the man's neck as he attempted to say something, but in the next moment his body stopped moving. Dead.

Now there were two left.

He dropped the dead body and scurried near the waterfall; carefully watching the remaining two men.

Taking deep breaths the boy put his hand over the wound caused by the spear.. He was losing blood quickly and his movements were aggravating his injury.

The soldiers slowly backed away bit by bit, neither having the confidence to attack.

‘I have to finish them quickly, hopefully i am not too late’

As the boy was about to make a move he heard a loud voice coming from a distance away. He turned to look and saw the leader carrying his sister over.

‘Oh no…’

The worst situation he could imagine had come to occur.

“Drop your sword. You wouldn't want your pretty little sister's face ruined, now would ya?”

Seeing their leader arrive the two men were relieved.

“Don't you dare touch her!”

The boy lost heart as he saw a knife placed near his sister's face.

The terrified look on his sister's face made his heart sink.

“Please don't hurt her” said the boy.

“Put your sword down and get on your knees”

The boy complied to these orders and got on his knees as he threw his sword to the side.

The leader looked at his subordinates corpse on the side and his face sank.

“You killed two of my men. You have skill kid, I'll give you that. But the penalty for defiance is death”. He looked toward on of his men and said, “Grab me the kids sword”.

Seeing her brother in such a situation the girl yelled out.

“No! Please don't kill my brother, I’ll do anything, please!”

“Mirza!” yelled the boy, his voice containing anger. “We don't bow to the enemy, warriors, don't bow to enemies. Death is absolute, i will have mine with dignity.”

The twelve year old boys word didn't match his age. Such resolution was rare even in grown men let alone such a young boy.

“No,no,no!” His words didn't stop her wailing, “It's my fault, it's all my fault. Brother you can't die!”

“Shut up!”. Having heard enough the enemy leader slapped her across the face. The slap left a big handprint on the innocent little girls face. Seeing this, the young boy anger swelled up then just as quickly died down.

The leader was doing this on purpose, one wrong step and he would hurt his sister.

Seeing the boy restrain himself he stopped his little games and approached him.

He playfully threw the boys sword between his hand and said : “Any last words to your sister, now is the time to say them”.

The boy looked over at his sister who was crying on the ground and struggled to form a smile.

He wanted to comfort her in some way, anyway possible.

The girl who was sprawled on the floor looked up and met her brother's gaze. The protective older brother that she had always admired, the brother who had never let a single bad thing happen to her was going to die; and it was because of her. Her mind went numb as she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

If she spoke again she would get hit again, and one thing her brother couldn't stand was her being harmed. She swallowed her words and stared at her brother who had a warm smile drawn upon his face.

She pressed her lips together to stop her sobbing, but the tears...no,she couldn't stop the tears.

The boy saw these actions and had a satisfied expression and he spoke his final words, “Mizra, no matter, you must…”.

Before he could finish he felt a object pass through his stomach causing his word to stop in their track. His eyes bulged as he saw a sword embedded in his abdomen, his own sword. The leader knelt down and grabbed the boy's hair.

He positioned his mouth next to the kids’ ear and said in a devilish tone, “Just kidding”.

“NOO!!! Brother!”

Seeing these sudden events transpire the girl yelled at the top of her lungs as she made an attempt to run towards him but was soon restrained by the leader. He hit her in the neck causing her to pass out then slung her over his shoulder. He looked toward his subordinates and said.

“Throw him into the fall.”  

Losing two men had left a bitter taste in his mouth; especially when attempting to subdue two children. He had long since decided the kids’ death wouldn't be a graceful one.

The two men grabbed the boy's arms and dragged him towards the waterfall. A large trail of blood stained the ground wherever his body passed.

Reaching the waterfall the the two men picked up the boy and threw his lifeless body into the the water.

The group of three men, originally five then similarly picked up the two dead bodies of their comrades and threw them into the raging rapids.

The boy, who was now falling down the waterfall was struggling to finish his sentence as he gasped for air.

“You..you must be strong”.