The vengeance

[Ascor]

This story is everything mine isn't
it has real dialogues
i love it
it is fascinating and i can imagine the world where it takes place

good job

[Reaper]

As I said, the next part will come on saturday and here it is. I don#t have this weird feeling anymore, so thursday probably only was a weird day.
As you can imagine, the story will soon end. But not that fast. There are still some things that have to happen. And the epilogue will be very long( I hope.)
Enjoy!

Suddenly they heard a noise from behind them. They immediately turned around, but they couldn't see anything. The darkness swallowed everything up.
“Come out, whoever you are.”
Mailliw tried not to show his fear. He slowly let his eyes wandering around. Nothing. Carefully Drahcir did a few steps forward, his sword in front of him and with his head turning around. The fire threw ghostly shadows on the wall. There was the sound again, now from behind them. Mailliw tried to turned around, but it was too late.
He felt cold steel on his throat. Carefully he tried to see what happened behind him without moving his head.
Marc stood behind him, tensely holding his knife. His eyes showed both anger and fear.
“Don't move or he will die.”
He moved the knife a bit around as if to underline what he said.
Drahcir wasn't moving, but he looked at Marc with a cold stare. Marc seemed to become insecure but he just strengthened his grip. He stared back at Drahcir. Nothing happened, both were standing there, motionless.
Then Mailliw was interrupting the tense.
“OK, kill me.”
“What?”
Marc was totally confused. He hadn't planned something like that.
“I said kill me. Just cut my throat. I won't help anyone fighting for the rebels.”
Marc hesitated. What should he do know? He had absolutely no clue.
“What are you waiting for? Or can't you kill me? Why are you trying this if you can't kill a person?”
As Marc had relaxed the grip a bit, Mailliw could now turn his head to look him into the eyes. They were fixated on nothing. Marc was totally stunned.
Suddenly Mailliw graped the arm with the knife and turned it around. The fight lasted only a few seconds, also because Drahcir joined it, too.
Marc was looking at them and fear showed in his eyes. While imagining how he must have felt in that moment, Mailliw felt sorry for him. Before Drahcir could say anything, he began to speak.
“Don't fear that we will kill you. We won't. The reverse is true. We will help you with rescuing the rebels.”
Marc was looking at them in astonishment.
“This isn't a trick? You are not playing a cruel game with me?”
“No. Now come, we don't have much time.”

In the darkness they sneaked to where the rebels camped. After a short period of confusion it was easy to convince them to follow Marc and the soldiers from Tiren. The difficult part was to bring all of the rebels out of the camp without making any noises.
When they finally where away, everyone felt in each others arms. They couldn't believe that they had been rescued one more time. The freedom they had been accustomed to now seemed to be a god-given gift.

While the rebels again marched to the emperor's palace, the bandits and Cen already reached it. Majestically it sat enthroned on a hill, watching over the land.
A big group of the bandits were sitting on their horses under the trees of a near forest. At the head Cen and the bandit's leader were standing, letting their gazes wander.
“In this palace is over half of the gold of the whole empire. And soon it will be ours.”
He looked straight ahead so that the leader couldn't see his face. Otherwise he maybe would have noticed that the gold wasn't what Cen wanted.
The leader looked straight ahead for nearly the same reason. Cen shouldn't notice that he didn't want to divide the gold.
With a wave of his hand he told the bandits to urge their horses.

[Reaper]

Again it goes on. Not much talking this time...
Next part will take a bit. Why? Because I want to make the end together with the epilogue so that you don't think its over before it actually is.
So Enjoy! and comment.

It took only minutes for them to reach the palace. They knew that the soldiers in it could easily spot them, especially with the sun shining down from directly above them, but that was exactly what they wanted. Nearly all of the guards had joined the army to find the rebels and to raid the villages. Spotting them would make the few soldiers in the palace only become frightened. All of them knew that they would have no chance if somebody attacked the palace.
When they nearly reached the palace, they heard the sound of a trumpet, then of another one, a third one... and that was it. Slowly the sound died down again. That wouldn't become a real fight.
Without being withheld in any way, they came to the gate.
There they stood, waiting for a reaction of the enemies. But there weren't any sounds from inside the castle.
Another gesture and the bazillion of bandits divided into two parts. Behind them, six bandits carrying a big log appeared. They slowly came nearer and nearer to the gate. When they finally reached it, they threw the log against it, once, twice...
Suddenly the people in the palace reacted. After one of them shouted something they couldn't understand, spears and stone rained from above them. But as soon as one of the bandits died or fell to the ground, a new one came to replace him.
Three times, four...
Finally the gate broke.
Like ants they swarmed into the palace. Everyone in their way was stricken down. Nobody was able to escape. There weren't many people, but that didn't make it easier to look at them, how they lied on the ground, with blood around them. “Don't think about it”, Cen told himself “it soon will be over.”
The only thing he was concentrating on was finding a way to the throne room.

At the same time the rebels reached the palace, too. The same sight met their eyes as it did for the bandits before. They only were on the other side of the hill. After long discussions they decided to enter the castle without anybody noticing. At least they wanted to try. Enough people had already died.
Behind Marc and Drahcir, some of the rebels stood, armed with ropes and stream anchors. That was the only way to enter the high walls beside breaking through the gate. And they didn't want to cause any attention. Behind them the rest of the rebels waited for the fight to begin.
Like the bandits before, the rebels started moving after a wave of Marc's hand.
Carefully they approached the palace. Being careful doesn't help you on an open field with the sun shining from above, but up to now, the enemy didn't show any reaction. Normally they would have wondered why, but in this situation they were just grateful for it.
As soon as they reached the palace, they threw their anchors onto the walls. Whenever one of them caught a wall, the rebels hastily climbed the rope up. The first one soon reached the top of the wall and turned his head around. After ensuring that nobody was there, he indicated to the others to follow him.
It took a while, but finally the whole group was on the walls. They were insecure. A ghostly silence hang over the palace. At least a few soldiers should have noticed their entering. They should be lucky because they weren't forced to fight, but they expected nothing good.
Nevertheless they couldn't stop now to consider what to do. They divided into three groups to examine the palace. Drahcir, Fred, Z, Mailliw and Marc were all in the biggest group. Their task was it to battle their way to the heart of the palace. If there was a battle...

The dark wooden door was standing there, unimpressed by the efforts of the bandits to open it. Judging by the valuable chandeliers, vases and the red carpet, the throne room had to be directly behind that door.
Cen was standing in front of it, thoughtful. He had avoided to think about what would happen if he stood in front of the emperor, but now he couldn't dismiss it anymore.
Doubts rose. Wouldn't it had been better to live on after that painful night with the moon shining on a demonstration of the human cruelty? In a few moments his live would be over. Forever. And what would it change? He couldn't revive his dead wife.
The door broke. Now it was too late to turn back. Again he saw the image of his wife's face in his mind, striking him with hate. It was too late to turn back...

Marc was running. Behind him he heard the footsteps of Mailliw, Drahcir and the rebels. The throne room had to be somewhere near.
Suddenly a door beside him broke. Reflexively he jumped to the side. Masses of soldiers were coming out of it. As soon as the army had noticed that the rebels had escaped, they had gone back to the palace.
Immediately the rebels opposed the soldiers. He caught the look of Fred. They didn't need to say anything. With a nod he continued running, Z and the soldiers from Tiren behind him. They had no time to waste.

The noise of battle behind them slowly died away. It was hard to leave the others behind, not knowing whether they were still alive or not, but the only way to end all this madness was to kill the emperor. Leaving them in the lurch was the only way to actually help them.
Finally they reached a big wooden door. Noise came from behind it. They pushed against it and to their surprise it was open. The room behind was extremely big and round. Windows were embedded all around them, giving a great view over the land. The whole room was wainscoted with gold. Only the chandelier in the middle wasn't. It refracted the light and threw the different colours of the rainbow on the wall.
The little group of soldiers in the middle of the room totally were in contrast to this scenery. They were standing in a circle around a man on the throne, all of them looking frightened. From the other side of the room Marc heard a noise as if many people were throbbing against the door. Could it be that...?
Now the soldiers noticed the intruders and ran towards them.
Drahcir was looking at them with a cold stare.
“Don't pay attention to them. We will care for that. You have to kill the emperor.”
Marc nodded, although he had never thought about this moment, about actually killing him. But there wasn't enough time to discuss right now.

[Reaper]

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hey, why is nobody commenting?
Anyway. I now have finished the story( about 10500 words). Before reading this, make sure you read the last chapters.
First: Thanks for everyone partcipiating in this story and for those who motivated me. I don't know whether I would have finished this story without you.
Second: Enjoy, comment and rate. Someone rated it with one star and I don't want to have only three stars.
Third: This story got inspirated by some sonata arctica songs. I don't know whether you care about that, but if you want to know it, this is my main inspiration, abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, eyploited:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0qDNXpERaI

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Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done.
Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream.
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe.
If only we could wake up soon and scream.

and this is another inspiration, The ruins of my life:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=471XEdmJZzI
if you like them, here is one of the greatest songs I like, it just has nothing to do with the story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDfcnUivQII

I also fought some time against me about whether I want to give Cen's wife a name. I won and now she has one, also from a sonata arcica song And its also the name of the godness of moon I think. Why I fought? Because I wasn't sure whether the song fits in with the story, but exept of one line it fits pretty good.

@phil: Please don't close this topic within two weeks. If possible I want at least you, Drahcir, sadbahv, Zabobula and another member to comment.
Would be nice if you could turn it into a PDF. I wanted to post the whole story in here, but somehow its too big. It just doesn't work. I guess you will have to copy it from my first post, sry.

I hope I didn't want to post this ending too fast. Maybe wait a week or so to make sure I won't change it anymore.

Now I have a question, and its just a question: How can I get such a cool author award for example Zabobula has? Is it just about quality or also about amount? I don't say that I deserve one, I just want to ask.

I will probably soon make new stories, but not such long ones. Maybe some cool short stories. However I will first dry to sprite a bit again. Spriting Cen would be cool .D

I once knew exactly how to do the epilogue, but I forgot. I hope that it still is good.

I wanted to say some more things, but I forgot which, so just
Enjoy! comment and rate.



Drahcir, Mailliw and Z ran towards the soldiers, waving their swords. Suddenly the door on the other side of the room broke. Vaguely he saw the face of Cen in the mass of bandits, but there were other things he had to pay attention to.
He was running, just running, totally focused on the man jumped of the throne, trying to escape. But there were only these two doors and both of them were bocked by either the bandits or the rebels.
Marc nearly reached him, ready to end all this with a blow of the swords when suddenly Mailliw was hit by one of the soldiers. He sank to the ground, blood coming out of his stomach. His look was saying: “Go on, don't care about me.” But he couldn't avert his eyes.
Neither could Z. He was hit by a sword stroke, too and sank to the ground beside Mailliw.
Marc was stunned. Suddenly the soldiers stopped. He turned his hat around and saw Cen standing in front of a sunk down human shape, the king. The shape hadn't got any similarity to the evil emperor they fought against, Marc nearly felt some compassion.
However Cen stared at him with a cold and untouched look.
Cen seemed very thoughtful while looking at the king, but when he began to spoke his words sounded hard and merciless.
“How long have I waited for this moment? Now you will pay for everything you did. Suffer for the pain you brought over me!”
Suddenly the eyes of the king become a mad glance. From the inside of his clothing he took a dagger as fast as lightning. Cen jumped backwards. The king was turning around his head like a cornered animal, then he jumped over to Marc.
The attack came so fast and unexpected that Marc hadn't enough time to think. Reflexively he killed the king with a blow of his sword.
Blood filled the ground around the dead body. Marc was looking at it, shocked. Images came into his mind, the villagers, all of them dead. How they lied in their own blood, frozen in their actions, sometimes embracing each other. The dead rebels in their camp, after the attack of the army. And now this dead body, killed by his own hand.
“What did I do?”
All those images circled in his mind, faster and faster, not letting him turn away his head. Was he so much better than them?
Without saying a word he took the dagger from the ground and stabbed it into his heart.

Cen was crying. His world was thrown into pieces again. The time got slower and slower as he watched Marc falling to the ground. He was crying. Crying out his pain, crying until nothing else was left.
He knew that this would happen. He knew that they both would die after killing the emperor. But it shouldn't have ended like that. It shouldn't.
The last one reminding him of his old life was dead. Completely dead, irreversible.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other rebels entering the room. Fred was the first one.
Cen was perforated by several arrows, but he hardly noticed. No physical pain could stand the psychical one he was now suffering from. He was falling to the ground, seeing the both sides running towards each other and Marc lying next to him.
“Selene...” was the last word of him.

The fight didn't last long. The rebels were much more than the bandits and the army capitulated after it realized that the emperor was dead. So the madness was finally ended. Although there were many victims, a good and happy time for the realm started from that day on. Fred was installed as a new emperor and everything was good and fine.
The end...?

Epilogue - It's time for everyone...

Drahcir was sitting on the ground, next to Mailliw, looking at him with an absent look. He had never cried before, no matter what had happened, but now the tears were running down his face.
Slowly Mailliw raised his head to look Drahcir straight into the eye. When he began to speak, his voice was low and Drahcir had to come nearer to understand what he said.
“When you are going back to our planet... to fulfill our mission... tell them... that I thought the humans... are worth dying for them. Will you?”
Drahcir didn't said anything, but his eyes told it for him. He embraced Mailliw, trying to hold him forever, but he couldn't. Mailliw smiled a last time at him, then he lied back and died. Drahcir kept sitting there for hours before finally loosing him.

After everyone had gone, the light suddenly vanished and a dark shadow appeared. Two scary blue eyes were the only source of light. First the shape looked at the emperor's body, then it shook its head and hovered over to Mailliw. It swung his scythe and Mailliw's ghost came out of his body. He looked at the reaper with calm eyes.
“Let us go.”

Then the shape went over to Marc and Z. Their ghosts also came out of the bodies. Marc was still shocked, while Z seemed very thoughtful.
The reaper was looking at both of them, silent.
Marc looked at him with empty eyes.
“What... what did I do? I killed him.”
Now the reaper began to speak with his cold voice.
“Yes, you killed him. But does it matter? He had to die anyway.”
“It does. It isn't just the result that counts. I killed him, with my own hands. I can still feel the blood...”
“Nevertheless you didn't want to. You couldn't do anything else. But you managed not to kill him for vengeance.”
Marc didn't say anything, but didn't seem to be convinced.
“And remember for what you did it. To free everyone suffering from the violence and cruelty the emperor brought over the land.”
Marc still wasn't saying anything, but slowly nodded.
“Its just... I can't forget the image of him, lying on the ground and me holding my sword. All this blood...”
Now he looked into the reaper's eyes.
“But yes, I accept what I have done. It will hunt me forever, but I know that it wasn't a mistake and that I wouldn't change what has happened if I could.”
The reaper turned to Z.
“And what is with you?”
Z looked up and shrugged.
“I don't know. At the moment I am wondering whether I should be happy or not. I don't have to live on with my past now, but I still know nothing about it. And I don't know whether I can be dead with this uncertainty.”
“I have always wished to get rid of my destructive powers, to be accepted as a normal guy. Now in death I won't have this problem anymore, but I still want to know what happened to me.”
“So what is holding you away from searching for it?”
“Fear. Fear of getting to know something I can't stand. But I don't know what to do without a goal. And I don't want to run away from my past.”
He turned to Marc.
“So will you come with me?”
Marc nodded and both of them walked away together, the two being so different but yet so similar.
They went on with their search. One to lose his past, one to gain it back. And in the time of searching together they were both lucky. Does it matter whether they find what they are searching for?

In the end the reaper was hovering to Cen's body. Like the ones before, Cen's ghost was coming out of it.
The ghost was looking into the reaper's eyes, thoughtful.
“So now it has ended. This wasn't what I wanted to. Why haven't I seen this before? All this cruelty, all this madness... Am I better than the ones I was fighting against?”
“Yes, many things went wrong. But as I say often to died people: Try better next time. Somehow nobody is laughing about it.”
Cen wasn't replying anything. He didn't speak for a short period of time, then he said.
“Will I see her again after death?”
“Who can know? You will have to find out by yourself.”
“So even that is not sure. For what did I throw away my life? What did I expect? Marc has died, I was about to die for bandits taking over the empire. Everything just because someone else shouldn't feel better than me.”
He again was silent.
“Is there something like a heaven for those who have died?”
“What do you think?”
“I think there isn't one for people like me.”
“Are you sure? You did many things wrong, but in the end you at least felt guilty for it, you accepted your mistakes. Much wasn't as it should have been, but its not only what happened that matters.”
“So there is still hope?”
Cen looked up.
“There is always hope as long as you don't throw it away. For everyone who can accept what he did. Now come on.”
The reaper began moving and Cen was following him. In his mind he could see the face of Selene, looking into his eyes with a knowing smile. And this time he understood.

[Reaper]

ehm, sorry? Would you mind to comment it? I mean, it is finished. Especially in the end I want to get some comments to know that people are recognizing what I am doing. It took me a long time to write this and I start feeling depressed
I don't need useful comments and if you think it is much too long to read through it, ok but tell me. But as Zabobula's G4F-Chronicles were read, too it shouldn't be too long.
@phil: I guess I won't change anything, so yeah. If you want to put it on the mainsite, feel free to do so.

So please comment. I don't care about what you say( don't get me wrong there. Of course I will keep in mind what you are saying if its useful) but comment!
btw: omg, four posts without other people writing something...

[The Lost Global Mod]

sorry sorry sorry and another time sorry.. that i have given no comment on your awesome story..
seriously i don't have any complains about it.. just ... continue writing..PLEASE !
no really you are one of the guys who make me love this job (haha) again.
thank you (gonna make an pdf soon)

[Zabobula]

Im also sorry. Ive been rly busy with school. BUT, i've caught up with the story. THAT WAS...depressingly... AWESOME! Aside from the frequent grammatical errors, I brand this story as *EPIC* To answer your question, I will continue my story. I didn't want to continue until you finished...and i had time XD.

[Drahcir]

Notice the thank.

*prepares for deletion*

[3rdEnemy]

I don't need useful comments and if you think it is much too long to read through it, ok but tell me.

You are kidding right? It was a cool story and if anything it was to short, but maybe it apears short just to me...
Well just wanted to say keep up the good work!
Giving my first thanks

[Lord Anu]

I like the guy Fred... He makes this whole story more interesting.
Dude you really have imagination... maybe you could make a map of your world?