Blackstone Bridge.
The landmark is made out of an alloy of Maiden's Tear and an unknown rock that fell from the Heavens above.The warm stone glew raidiantly among its magificent soroundings. This bridge was special because of its unique defence mechanisim, the Spiked Wheel Launcher. It was able to flatten friend or foe alike. Normaly it should be quiet, peaceful,calm.Now there was a erie, paralizing silence going on there.
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The haggared warrior stood among a pile of mutilated corpses, his face full of glee and paranoia. He stood, his shadowed face was darkened by the fading light. His white armour was stained crimson red from the bloodshed. ''Who dares challenge me, Lord Vanaduke!!'' he bellowed. He had taken down most of the crusader army he once had control over. He new this had to do this. The stone told him about the upcoming future. He had to alter the future.His kingdom turning to ashes, his whole family(relatives and spouse alike) and people betrayed him, only before becoming one with the ashes.
''Uggh!'' a voice moaned in agonising pain.
He thought ''Someone hasn't died?''
He raised his ruined mace. The blade was chipping off at one side and rusted beyond recgonisison on the other. The mace once had an ivory ingraving that shined like a thousand suns, was now scratched out like a tiger mauled it. It felt heavier by the second, he struggled to stand with the mighty weight hindering him. The injured knight's blue eyes widened in shock as his former king was about to murder him in cold blood, like all the others. He pleaded, he begged but all of those words turned to a sharp, hollow screech of absolute pain and suffering as he felt his spine shatter like glass. Vanaduke felt the bones break and his fear and paranoia melted away to pure madness and happiness. As the maddened king lifted his cinderblock mace, panting, to finish the knight of Almire.
''For Almire,'' he whispered...
'' Stop half-brother!!!'' a stray voice shouted with demanding authority echoed causing Vanaduke to drop the mace, sparing the crippled knight's life.
A tall figure stood at the gates of the bridge, clad in a white armour. His mail had a patch of fur along his neck. There was robes along the top of his body, his legs looked like pegs. His helm had a vibrant grey stripe to match his aging eyes. He bore the Crest of Almire with a symbol of two queens of Vanes and the sheild was yellow like the sun.
''Duke Polonius of Vanes?'' The crippled knight questioned.
''Thats right kiddo!'' Polonius chanted. ''Whoa, my brother did a number on your back!''
Vanaduke's raged-infused crimson eyes narrowed to slits.''This does not consern you Polonius,'' he rasped.
''Oh yes it does. You went on a rampage killing everyone in the castle and was going to destroy Vanadin!''
''They're all traitors.''
''Hmm?''
''Including you!!!'' Vanaduke roared.
''Okay it true, I wanted the throne for the Polonius family, but I wanted you to die by warring with the Order of the Rose or the Scarlet Alliance. Never knew I had to kill you.''
Vanaduke picked up his mace and charged like a boar straight at Polonius! Polonius sidesteps and pulls out a flintlock pistol with a enlarged barrel. He shot slug shaped bullets that was enchanted to daze. Vanaduke stopped, dazed. Polonius took the chance and stabbed Vanaduke in the chest with a sword that glew white and yellow. Vanaduke coughed up blood.
''You shoulden't have killed the Gallium, Boronis and Neona lines, you gave me the easy way,'' Polonius taunted.'' How is Meridia and you child, Vanny!''
''Be quiet you insuffereble bastard!!'' Vanaduke sreeched in a deranged manner, groping the blade from his chest.
''Your lucky they weren't in the castle at the time, now the child has lost his rights to the throne. Are you happy!''
The mace clashed with the Sword of Polonius, sparks flying everywhere. Vanaduke twisted his wrist and the sword flew out of Polonius' grasp. The snake Polonius slid behind his half brother and grabbed on to his spiked shoulder plates and flipped. As fast as lightning, Polonius grabbed the mace and felt like he was sinking underwater.
''Come on, Macey!'' Polonius muttered. '' I know im not pure of heart, but so is my half-brother! Let me finish him of so that the murdered souls could have retribution!''
Immediatley, the mace unrusted slightly and Polonius lifted it up with ease. He whacked Vanaduke onto the floor. Unbeknownst to Polonius, the fallen king was charging up a metal ball that melted slightly and flames emitted from it. The azure-eyed knight saw this and crawled to the king. He grabbed him and knocked the bomb away, exploding in a blast of hellish fire.
''Kill him Duke!'' The knight ordered painfuly.
Polonius lifted the mace up and in one final move, he smacked down, caving the king's head in in one powerful smash.The king only had time to gasp before his demise. Polonius removed his helmet, exposing his pitch-black skin and his long, shaggy, brown now greying hair. He looked at the knight, who was lying down.
''What's your name kid?'' he asked
''My name is Vin of the 40th Vanadin defence unit. Or what's left of it,'' Vin muttered in spite.
''You helped me kid, thanks!''
''So what a..''Vin's reply was cut of from she shouting of the populace and the Almirian Crusader army arrived. Vin was put on a stretcher and taken into the city. Polonius felt dazed and nausious as he blacked out fom the battle.
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To be continued if this is good
P.S: The gun Polonius had was a magical version of a Iron Slug.
P.S.S: Almirian dukes and duchesses has modified shield that has their family crest on it and is coloures to suit their colour theme.
P.S.S.S: The bomb That Vanny had was a powerful version of a Firecracker.
Have a nice day!
Nice. I liked it ^^