Chapter One: Southern Castle Attacked!
Chapter 1: Southern Castle Attacked!
Characters: Grunt, Williford, Bruvius, Bragen (Mentioned not seen)
Only three Characters in the first chapter, there will be more...a lot more as the chapters move on...these three are the start of many :3! Enjoy!
Prologue: Darkness has covered the land, bringing death and destruction as the Dark Lord sits on his might throne, smiling evilly as his thralls destroy everything in their way...Till one day...Four Kingdoms stood in his way...Four Powerful Kingdoms, that banded together and supported one another against his Evil. The Dark Lord Smiled at this, at how the Pitiful Humans banded together, knowing they still stand no chance against him...but day after day...they continued to kill his thralls over and over again...no matter what number of Goblins, Orcs, Mercenaries and ogres he sends...till one day...he saw a weakness in the Eastern and Western kingdom...their sentries fell asleep on duty...allowing the Dark Lords Thralls to climb up the walls...setting up ladders...and enter the city...destroying everything and burning the once proud cities to the ground...The Dark Lord smiled evilly once more...commanding his thralls to move south...toward the Southern Castle...at the dead of night they arrive...but the sentries are up...being alert as they are..Goblins start climbing up the walls...and stealthily kill the sentries...ladders start being propped up onto the walls... the entire army starts climbing the walls...and enters the slumbering city...
In the dead of night, Grunt, being the sound sleeper he was, was woken up by some strange noises, noises he hadn't heard before in the castle tower, it sounded like a scratching. He sat up, thinking it was the stray cat at his door, wanting some milk or scraps from his dinner, which Grunt happily shared to the friendly stray as he was his only friend in the Kings Tower. He felt around the room, feeling for the wall...hitting the wall by accident and bumping his nose, he then felt along the wall, moving slowly along it until he bumped into his desk. Reaching down with both his hands, he reached down until he felt the top of the des, then starts sliding his hand across the smooth top...papers and charcoal falling off as he felt around...*Gotcha* as he felt the small candle and grabbed it, touching the wick with his finger. A small bolt of magic hit the wick, igniting it with a small spark, as the candle comes to life, lighting the room with a faint glow, also lighting up the Dragons blue scales. Grunt is an Athletic built dragon with black stripes on his arms and legs, with long silver hair and two gleaming white horns,*he giggles to himself, at how fun magic can be*. Grunt then moved back to his bed, walking to the side of it and looking down, a plate was laying on the floor from his meal that day. He picked it up to get a better view, too see if there was anything left on it, as he was very hungry today. There were some food scraps and a little bit of fish left. Grunt Sighed *Hope this will be good for him tonight...I don't want to walk to the storeroom and get caught by the guards...thinking me a thief *chuckles*". He summoned a clean bowl and a bottle of milk, walking towards his big heavy door as he set the Milk and Bowl on his desk. Walking up to the door and beginning to push on it, he opened the heavy set door with a huff, the door was very heavy, made of solid oak wood, as it took Forty of the Guardsmen to haul it up here and only he could open and close it. He peered out as the door swung open seeing nothing or hearing nothing which was very odd as the cat usually meowed at him and rubbed against his leg, purring. Grunt looked around seeing if the cat was around him somewhere...then his eyes went wide as he saw a slumped figure by his doorway...a Human with a long sword in his stomach and the look of one of the Tower Guards.... Grunt, being the usual calm dragon...kneeled down in shock and confusion. Grunt: "Hey!...Hello?...are you still alive??". The Human nodded lightly in return and tried to get up...but fell back down. Grunt hurriedly picked him up carefully...being mindful of the sword in his stomach and carried him into his room...laying him on the bed gently and rushing over to close the door swiftly...incase the assailant is still around. He rushes back over to the Human, feeling his head "Mmm High Fever and very pale* He looks at the sword, he can't make out its features cause of the dim light from the candle, but worrying about the dying Human more than the sword, he rushes to his desk, pulling out many drawers and shuffling a lot of things inside, till finally after sorting through a mess of spell pages and trinkets, Grunt pulls out healing powder and a few other healing spices...noticing before hand on the sword, Goblin made poison. Goblins make their poison very strong, so Grunt needed to make very strong Medicine to cure it. Grunt then melded the healing powder and Healing spices together into a fine, greenish liquid floating above his hand in a ball. He rushes back over to the Human and opens his mouth, dropping the greenish ball into his mouth with a splash...hearing him swallow made the dragon happy as his complexion turned into a bright pink...signaling the healing worked very well! Grunt took a closer look at the Human. He was about Grunts height with black hair and a soldier builds,*One of the Kings Tower Guards* Grunt whispered. Grunt then looked at the sword in his stomach. It was about as long as his arm and double edged. Grunt grabbed the hilt of the sword and tugged gently at first...the Human didn't move...tugging at it more roughly now...the Human not flinching at all as the medicine numbs any injuries...Tugging it out hard, the sword finally came out of the Young Man's Stomach . Grunt took a closer look at the sword in the Dim Candle light; shock filled his eyes as it was his Fathers sword! Heavens Blade!
Grunt grimaced *Brother...* (When Grunt was a little Dragon, he had a brother named Bragen. Bragen was born a Black Dragon, even though their parents were Blue Dragons. He was always a very evil dragon and got into trouble. When they were young dragons, just learning how to fly, in the afterhours of night, Bragen killed their parents and took off with our Fathers swords Heavens Blade and Heavens Fury. Grunt fell to his knees when he awoke the next day to find his parents dead and Bragen gone. Grunt stepped out of the cave after three days of crying, alone and afraid, looking around, He found the outside world to be amazing..."Very Beautiful!" He said. Then something strange happened. A glowing white light fell from the sky, engulfing him in a white light that he couldn't get out of and magically teleporting him to a strange room. Grunt looked around, as he was very frightened and scared, then he looked up to see beautiful blue crystals hanging down. Grunt liked how the crystals glowed when he tried to reach for them, then a voice rang out "Are you Grunt...Firstborn?" Grunt looked around...scared out of his mind at the booming voice, then a door opened as a bright light shone through. A very tall Green Dragon stepped into the doorway, his features not seen cause of the light *Are you or are you not Grunt?!* He demanded. Grunt replied in a soft, gentle voice "Y-Yes, Sir" then the Green Dragon approached him. Grunt looked into his eyes; his eyes were soft and caring. The Dragon went over and hugged Grunt tightly, "I am your Great Grandfather Florian*, this made Grunt start to cry...he didn't think anyone was left in his family, he hugged his Grandfather tightly...not wanting to let go..."Welcome to the Grandmasters Mage tower Grandson, you have been chosen to take on the role of a Magician" Florian said. Grunt looked at his Grandfather and smiled. For the first time in three days he smiled..."I...I would love to learn Magic Grandfather" Grunt said. So over the next couple years, He learned magic, becoming the Youngest member of the Grandmaster Magic Dragons...till one day...the mage tower fell into a deep darkness. The darkness took over many of dragon magicians. Grunt and Florian took off from the tower...hoping to escape....the darkness followed and invaded Grunts And Florians body...trying to take over their minds...but the darkness inside Grunt was very weak and didn't take over...instead stayed trapped inside him forever always trying to take over. Florian wasn't so lucky, the darkness invaded his body, about took over his mind, but he self-destructed to save Grunt from the darkness...and still to this day the darkness haunts Grunt.)
The thought made him angry...'how could his brother do this?!' He thought, then dismissed it as he put his claws on the humans wound. He rubbed the wound a few times, his claws emitting a glow as he rubbed the Humans wound. On the final rub, the wound glowed brightly and disappeared. Grunt smiled to himself "If only I could revive the dead *chuckles*" Then only a moment after healing his wounds..the Human awoke with a start...looking around rapidly before locking eyes with the Dragon... yelling "help" before he rushed to a corner of the room, cowering and crying, pleading for him not to be killed. The dragon sighed "You cower before the person who saved you?!...that is not showing him proper thanks". This gave the Human pause as he reached for his stomach, feeling all around where the wound should be but is not there, the wound was gone...surprised and very confused...He got up and walked over to the dragon shakily "Th-Thank you Dragon...I...I was just scared...I never seen you before".
True the dragon lead a mostly solitary life in the Tower, not wanting to be chased down by an angry mob or something for just walking down the cobble stone streets. The Human then fiddled with his fingers,"I-Im Williford Mr...." He trailed off, the Dragon smiled and bowed to the Human "I am Grunt, nice too meet you Williford" Williford smiled back...surprised at the Dragon bowing to him, and hugged the Dragon tightly, making the Dragon blush a lil "Th-Thank you for saving me Grunt" Williford said. Then Williford face grows grim "I know who stabbed me, it was a group of Orcs, what is weird is they have been trained very well and overwhelmed me before I could even act against them. I saw a group of elite guards taken down by only one Orc". This made the Dragons face grow bitter, Knowing true who is well responsible for that. "Where were these Orcs heading?!" Grunt asked. Williford responded "The King and Queens Room". This made the dragons face turn to shock "There is no time to waste!!"Grunt summoned a sword and shield that fell to the ground with a clang along with a Leather Jerkin that lands right next to the finely crafted sword and shield "Hurry get the leather armor on and grab your sword and shield! There's no time!!!" Williford responded as commanded and put on the Jerkin on as fast as possible, then picked up his sword and shield, slicing the sword through the air a few times to get use to the weight, Then he nodded to Grunt. Grunt nodded back before summoning leather armor, and a sword and shield. Moving down to pick up his armor, he noticed he was still holding Heavens Blade. Thinking to himself, he will cherish this sword in loving memory of his parents. He picked up his shield and his leather armor, putting on the armor hurriedly, which fit weirdly as it was made for Humans, and rushed towards the door, Williford right behind him. He pushed again with a huff as the door swung open. Grunt rushed out followed by Williford into the dark corridor and up the stairs as the sounds of battle echoes outside the tower, warning Grunt they are almost out of time as they moved up the stairs at a rather quick pace. Nearing the top they saw signs of battle as the found dead guardsmen along the stairs "We better pick it up Williford!" Williford nodded as they started doing a full sprint up the spiral stairs to the king's room. Reaching the top they heard the sounds of battle near the hallway to the Kings Room, but before they could even begin to move towards the sounds of battle, a soldier in Elite Guard Armor, runs straight into them. The soldier yelped in surprise and backed away sword drawn and in a shaky voice said "I-I-Im not afraid to use this" He raised his sword then looked up to see Grunt and Williford...his eyes growing into shock as he fell to his knees....pleading to the Dragon and Williford "Pl-Please help...my father and his guardsmen need help!...please help them...they are in desperate need"...he bows his head and starts to cry. Grunt looked at Williford and sighed before going over to the young man, kneeling, then hugging the Human "My name is Grunt and my companion is Williford, we will be glad to assist your father! " Grunt smiles. The Human sniffled a bit before hugging Grunt back tightly "Th-Thank you...my name is Bruvius...its nice seeing friendly faces in all this chaos!"
Grunt smiled at this, admiring Human compassion at times like this...at times of chaos...just a little bit of Human Compassion can go a long way. Grunt helped Bruvius up to his feet brushing the young man off and nodded down towards the hallway to the King's room, all three nodded in sync and rushed down the hall to assist Bruvius's father...but as they neared the battle...they met a grisly sight...dead Guardsmen everywhere. Bruvius started crying as they moved on down the hallway, still hearing battle, they rounded the bend and saw "ORCS!" Williford cried out! Grunt and Bruvius saw them too, only 6 in total, but deadly adversaries. Bruvius saw his father fighting one...holding his own...before he was cut down...Bruvius filled with rage at the sight of his father getting cut down...rushed the Orcs line! One of the orcs smiled and stepped forward in a defensive posture, allowing the young man to think he's only defending.
As Bruvius neared the Orc, It suddenly made a swift move forward...catching the young soldier off-guard and slamming into his chest...knocking the breath out of him. Bruvius fell...breathless...seeing the orc over him...readying his swing to cut his head off. Grunt took action then...slamming into the orc full force and knocking him back into his comrades...the orcs caught him and picked him up, dazed, the orc was still ready to fight. Grunt grimaced as Williford came to his side, ready to fight! "Good odds EH my friend?" Williford told Grunt. Grunt smiled in return "nothing we can't handle, just a bunch of dumb orcs" This comment made the orcs angry.
They started pulling their weapons out and were getting into a blood rage as they moved toward Grunt and Williford. One of the orcs, the blood rage filling his head completely, rushed Grunt as Grunt reacted quickly to his rush by knocking him the head with a swift strike with the shield, Grunt then stabbed the orc in the heart...a yelp leaving the orcs mouth before it died. The other orcs, concentrating, losing their blood rage, started circling Grunt and Williford, Bruvius at the ground near their feet. He started coming too as he got to his knees, one of the orcs noticed and charged...sword pointed straight at Bruvius...Williford acted, knocking the sword from the orcs hands with his shield and stabbing him through the chest...the orc falling off his sword and dying at his feet without a sound.
Four orcs left, and three Fellows. Bruvius got back up on his feet and pulled up his sword, ready to fight, as two orcs rushed Williford...getting past Grunt and pinning him to a wall...Grunt reacted fast, saying a magic spell. The orcs turned to ice before they could complete their stab into Williford's stomach; Williford then broke them into pieces, and then moved beside Bruvius to fight the last two orcs. The last two stayed in a defensive stance. Bruvius not thinking...rushed them...one orc jumped away while the other defended. Bruvius yelled out his father's name before hacking and slashing at the orcs defensive posture, the orc wheeling back in surprise. The orc wheeled all the way back against the wall...where Bruvius cried out his father's name again before slicing the orcs leg, the orc doubling over in pain...before Bruvius brought his sword down and chopped his head off. Bruvius then fell to his knees...crying...The last orc, seeing all his comrades dead, rushed past the companions...fleeing for the stairs!*THUD!* went the sword through his back...the orc falling dead...Williford standing there with his arm extended, then smiled to Grunt. Grunt smiled in return before hearing the crying, a crying he heard before. He rushed over to Bruvius as he held his father in his arms...crying. Grunt hugged him before running off to see if the King and Queen are alright, he took three steps before seeing their dead bodies, this saddened the Dragon, they were the ones who took him in, they were like his family...now gone...he walked back to Bruvius who had already gotten up, His father's sword in hand, a finely crafted weapon with a Tiger crescent carved into the blade, "I will...*sniffs* avenge him Grunt...I swear an oath too you Dragon *he turns around and bows* to always be there and always fight by your sides *Williford ran up and bowed as well, reciting the same oath, both men of honor in Grunts eyes. Grunt bowed in return before saying "Rise! Rise Soldiers of truth! We will have revenge for all who have fallen here, but first we need to make our way through the streets, finding anymore survivors and soldiers, before making our escape out of the Southern castle, we must head north, to warn them of the encroaching army that invaded us. We must do this for every person who's died here today...we must not fail!"
Williford and Bruvius were awestruck by the Dragons words before getting themselves ready to move out, Bruvius said one last goodbye to his father and prayed for him to find peace before they departed down the stairs, all the way down to ground level, opening the big door, they walked outside to find chaos and death....as if Hell itself was right in front of them...as the sun rose over the hills...revealing the once nice cobble stone streets....into a bloody nightmare of death and decay as bodies of the fallen littered the streets....
To be continued!
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