Age of Empires: Circle of Death

by bsampson0330

The Ossuary has fallen, and the Circle broke with it. Amelia and Kanyenke are headed home with their troops, but what if the Circle isn't gone? Someone will want to seek revenge, and who will they target first? Post AofE 3 campaign, spoilers. Rated M only for blood and gore.

1. Chapter 1

Beware! Spoilers inside! I recommend playing through the entire game before you read this fanfiction. We will start at the very end of act 3 of the standard campaign.

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Blood. Everywhere I went. Blood. Powder. Death. I was surrounded by these. I couldn't escape them even if I ran from Havana. My rifle held high, I let loose another shot. The gates of the Ossuary were obliterated, and the cannons pounded at the walls. Musketeers, skirmishers, and crossbowmen charged around me as I reloaded. Battle cries rose around me, and I joined in, charging into the fortress of the Circle. Boneguard moved against us, but were cut down all too quickly by hussars and ulhans. And then there was her. Amelia Black. She stood outside the gates until almost everyone had rushed in. Walking in slowly, Kanyenke and her stood wary, until Beaumont leapt down from above, knocking them both over. Amelia had dropped her shotgun, and it was just out of her reach as Beaumont charged at her, knife raised. Taking quick aim, i shot the ground next to her gun, sending it skidding into her hand. With lightning quick reflexes, she shot him in the heart. Still grasping his knife, even as blood flowed out of him, he fell dead, face first on the ground as the Ossuary temple fell. A triumphant cheer rose from everyone in the battle, on the naval ships, in Havana, and the settlement we had created. I stood next to the burning stables, watching as she helped Kanyenke up, smiling. I'd talk to her later, but for now... I pulled out my flask. The last of my 1597 ale. Specially brewed on Malta for the Knights of St. John, I downed the whole thing, the sweet liquor burned my throat, and bubbled in my stomach. Following the many other skirmishers out, I heaved my rifle over my shoulder. Soon, I thought, looking back at her. Her smile lifted my spirits, and made me feel better than I ever had before. I never felt that way before, but I liked it. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking...

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Might tune it down, but there will be more blood later on. But for now, our hero has more on his mind. Or maybe it's just the alcohol talking again.