The Red Baron
Author: Baron5X aka The Red Baron
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Freak On A Leash
Earth was a blessed and prosperous world, enduring constant change of its environment and its living beings. The human race itself had flourished and even continued to thrive as a people, being both the Earth's savoir and its enemy at various points. However, Earth had been spared many wars that have slipped by the tiny planet, waged on by humans and other creatures unknown to the masses, thus leaving the world in wonder. Only a handful of tales were passed on by generations of secrecy, few of them dying, lost forever.
Yet the most important of battles, the ones that shaped history and the planet itself, were spread across the hearts of people everywhere. Battles deep within us that motivate us on the outside and effect everywhere around us. For some, its effects are small, only reaching a handful of people among that one person. But there were those that fought an inner turmoil that forever changed the Earth and the universe. This is one such story about our greatest enemy…ourselves…
Deep in the jungles of forgotten lands was an ancient tribe that carried on the traditions and legacy of its ancestors; those who remembered the lost history of Earth. It was a dark group of people, working in shadowed arts and magic unknown to most of the outside world.
Tonight was an important night for the people of this clan. After many centuries, they discovered the key to an ancient tomb guarded by their families for over three millennia.
As hundreds of black cloaked men, women, and children processed through the thick jungle toward the tomb, there was a feel of great devotion and excitement. Cutting themselves off from technology of the outside world, they could not simply destroy the seal nor were their magics capable of such destruction. But finally the ability was granted and the time had come.
Legend had it that behind the tomb door was an ancient god or war, ready to be awakened from his sleep to rule the world with an iron fist and take his people to control the entire planet. Also nested with the great god was a great hero who was the protector and champion of this god.. He would lead the armies to victory and lay the path for his god.
This design well suited the villagers. For its members were well trained warriors, some had even come from distant lands and believed that the being that laid within the tomb was one to take them to a nirvana of power that was beyond their imagination. Already they had proven their blood lust as only hours before they had brutally defeated a rival tribe of warriors that possessed the key the sought. Apparently its location was always known but their attempts were always thwarted when the rival tribe's champion was in battle. But this night they were able to distract the mighty champion and swiftly took the village in the champion's absence.
The villagers gathered around the tombs entrance. The chief of the tribe, who carried the key, walked toward an engraving on the wall. The chief inserted the key and the door began to lift open as if it, too, was waiting impatiently. The villagers walked right into the tomb.
It was only a few yards in when they discovered in the very center of the room an enormous statue. It was of a man; tall, enormous body and long hair flowed down his back. The statue was of black marble and the man looked very bold and focused.
The chief wasted little time looking over to the text underneath the feet. It read that inside this statue slept a dark being of great power and might whose influence and strength will crush the world and all who dwell within it. The villagers looked at it for a moment and began to second guess themselves. But the chief was convinced that this was the warning that his fathers told him about. Their enemy was playing one, final trick on them. Freeing this statue would free their god, who was imprisoned and whose power would change their lives.
The chief pulled out an ancient scroll, a few of the people fled in fear of what was read. But the chief was not about to be stopped. Reading from the scroll, he began to chant in an ancient and unheard of tongue that none of the other villagers could understand. It sounded dark, evil and puzzling, even to the chief. Once the chief had finished, all of those who remained kept their eyes on the statue. After a long while, cracks began to run up and down the statue. The chief yelped as the scroll from which he read from began to burn. The dropped the scroll and looked in horror as the scroll burned with a blackened flame. Soon, bits and pieces were flying off the statues, leaking a dark and yet blazing light that was shining though the room. After one final blast of light, the room went dark again. But there had been a dramatic change.
To the left, a room had been opened, illuminating very ancient markings and symbols that were too numerous to describe. The other tomb door had closed, seemingly trapping them inside. But the change was the most awesome was the appearance of a man in place of the statue. He was exactly like the statue only in living color. He eyes were a dark red and the man gave off a dark aura, encircling his body. He looked down at the people as he stood there, easily seven feet tall and naked.
The villagers looked in shock and almost terror at the man but immediately began to bow and pray to the man they thought to be their god. The chief was on his knees, singing joyous songs of praise.
The man spoke down to the chief.
"I thank you for your service to me, loyal subjects. For too long have I been imprisoned in that living hell. My enemy was a clever one and managed to seal me within stone and stop my advancement as ruler of this world. I will always remember you as the people that allowed my power to rain upon this earth again and for that, I grant you a just reward."
The villagers all exalted and cheered and the chief walked up to him and held the man's extended hand.
"Master, we thank you for your kindness and your blessings. What is it that we are to so humbly receive?"
The man gave very wide grin as he looked straight into the man's eyes. The hand that he has extended began to glow an aura far more powerful then the one around his body. A ball of dark energy had appeared and slowly the villagers looked in awe and question as to what the man was doing.
"The reward I plan to give to my loyal subjects is the greatest gift I will bring to this world…A SHORT AND PAINLESS DEATH!"
Before any of the villagers could even react to the man's words, the ball was unleashed a stream of dark energy filled the room and in one instant, bodies were turned to dust on the tomb floor, leaving silence. Not so much as a scream was allowed to leave their mouths and their reward had been granted. The man walked off from his standing place and made his way to the room that had opened.
"Pity, my powers are completely drained from what they were. They have robbed me of my ability but I will see to its return shortly."
Inside the room was a place filled with column after column. At the very center were two gold necklaces, both similar to the key used to enter the tomb. The man grabbed the one on his left instinctively and placed it around his neck. As similar as the two necklaces were, he felt the presence of HIS power in HIS necklace. He shivered from the excitement and power return to his body. The rush was so great that he nearly fell over, sweat appearing on his brow and a smile on his face.
As he gave a clam, satisfied growl, a shockwave of energy filed the room, coming off of him. His body produced a dark aura that increased with each passing second. His growl grew into a roar and with one last pulse, the shockwave ceased.
"YES, this is what I have craved for so long. This power is all I have desired for. But it is still not enough. It will take a great amount of time to fight off the enchantments placed on this necklace and fully restore my own power."
The man peered to his right and saw the second necklace. He grinned and reached his hand toward it.
"With this one, my full potential can grow, making any obstacle nothing more then an annoyance."
The necklace glowed with a bright and heavy red. It was giving off great power. The man knew what it was about. A spell had been placed on it to have that ability to flee in case the man was to get close to it. But it took a while for enough power to generate, more than enough time to grab it and obtain its power.
Before he could reach it, a voice yelled and a great white light came.
"Remove yourself from here, you taint!" yelled a female voice.
A beam of light hit the man straight on and flung him back, away form the necklace. As the dust cleared, the man seemed to have suffered little damage from the attack. The person to come from the shadows was a woman clothed in garbs of long, white robes. Underneath, she was covered head to toe in a tight and stealthy armor. The man spoke to her.
"The power you wield is familiar. It was once associated with this necklace, correct? For so long your people have struggled to keep me from the world and the Red One's locked powers. It would appear that you have failed to protect it, my dear. Even without that necklace on my chest, your power is nothing compared to mine."
The man suddenly became clothed, having conjured something to wear with his powers. He now appeared in a type of black chest armor with silver markings designed onto it. Everything else was also of a black material, his pants, his long sleeves, and the flowing cape that rolled about his back. His massiveness seemed even more shocking now with his brilliant attire.
The woman wasted no time with words and began to attack with powerful punches and kicks that shook the very walls of the tomb. The man was caught very much off guard by her aggressive attacks and moved back, desperately trying to avoid a connection. The longer she fought, the more intense her attacks became. Barely missing the man, the woman hit the column behind him as he ducked away, the punch she threw instantly disintegrated the column. The man, having evaded the attack, now saw in opportunity to attack and made an effort to take aim with a punch to her gut. The woman jumped up just in time and hovered in the air. However, the man attack produced such great force that the energy it released generated such force that the female warrior was thrown into the ceiling. She smashed into the wall and gave out a small yelp.
"Your mine!" the man yelled to her.
He jumped up flew straight toward her. His speed was so great that it appeared that she was still. However that was not the limit of her abilities. At the last moment, she pushed herself out of his way and he went straight through the ceiling himself. He soon realized this and stopped himself in midair and turned around to head back down. But the woman was right here next to him and her strike ready to connect. He struck with an incredible jab with a glowing bluish aura surrounding her fist. He attack connected and the man flew back up higher into the building and to the outside.
The woman landed and suddenly turned to here side. As she expected, the man landed several feet in front of her as he fell through the building back down to her location. She doubled back put her hand flat together in front of here. As the man began to gather himself, she was gathering energy. Her bluish glow faded into a bright golden glow and it engulfed her presence. She opened her eyes and looked directly toward her staggering enemy, releasing the energy.
"White Art Number One: White Shock!"
The energy that surrounded her shot from her and fell directly onto the man. Suddenly, he was engulfed in the light and he screamed. The attack absorbed him and was seemingly electrocuting him with the golden energy that was released onto him. The man fell once again to his knees and trembled from the pain as it overtook him. Holding her stance and the attack, the woman called out to him.
"Do not resist, demon. You have met your match in the champion of my people; descendants of those who helped imprison you long ago. While you slept, we trained in anticipation of your return. We've been ready for you for ages. I am the White Warrior."
"Is that so?"
The White Warrior's eyes grew. To her terror, the man began to glow a terrible violet color and it began to dissolve the golden energy that the White Warrior surrounded him with. Somewhat struggling, the man lifted his head and looked toward the White Warrior. His eyes were now pitching black and his grin was devilish. He laughed slightly, just loud enough to be heard over the disruptive energies. The necklace seemed to be pouring out the dark energy and the man was using it to be released.
When he had gathered enough energy, he stood up. Desperately, the White Warrior tried to pour more energy into the attack but he seemed unaffected. He took a deep breath and with all his might, shouted and released the powerful energy that proved more then enough to shatter his constraints and cancel out the White Warrior's attack. Caught in a second of panic, the White Warrior froze up and before she could regain herself, she was attacked.
The man lunged forward and with a simple swipe, knocked the White Warrior into the columns across the room. She eventually skidded to a halt, coughing a little. The attack caused the garments on her face to come off, revealing her dark skin and brown eyes. Some blood ran out the side of her mouth.
The man appeared suddenly next to her and looked down on her with a crooked smile. He extended his arm and once gain revealed a small ball of dark energy and aimed it right at her.
"You fought well, my dear. Reminds me of some fun days. It's a shame that you were all they could produce. Perhaps you were just a failure, surely one of your kind could have lasted another 5min."
The White Warrior though hurt and on the edge of consciousness after using much of her energy and taking the direct attack, began to laugh.
"What is it you find funny weak one?"
She pointed to where other necklace was. The man turned around in time to see it blast off through the tomb's ceiling and into the known world. Within seconds, the man could no longer feel its presence. His opportunity to take the necklace and its power had vanished. The White Warrior lifted her head and spoke to her enemy.
"It goes out to seek its new master. It does not find you, Dark One, to be worthy of its touch."
With a dark look at the White Warrior, the Dark One powered up and flew through the roof of the building. Looking down, he yelled to the White Warrior who was looking up at him.
"Foolish girl! For your interruption, I will now send you on a one way trip TO HELL!"
The Dark One began to generate an extremely large ball of energy that was hundreds of time bigger then his pervious attempts. With a simple push downwards, the ball of black energy went racing toward the tomb.
"DARK BARON BOMB!"
Before the White Warrior could react, the entire area was engulfed in a dark explosion of energy. The blast shook the very ground for miles and its brilliant glow could been seen for hundreds of miles. The tomb began to collapse and was torn apart by the sheer power of the attack. It proved even too much for the White Warrior to stand and she was carried off by the winds of the energy in the deepest parts of the doomed tomb.
As the dust cleared, all that could be seen was waste. Even bodies from the attacked villages near by could be found spread across the landscape, giving insight to the beings power.
"I am the Dark Baron of this world. I hold it in my hands and sap whatever power it can give me and use it for my own purposes of creating an all-powerful and unquestionable empire."
Without a second look at his deed, the Dark Baron began to make his way in the general direction the necklace took. His ability to sense energies had not fully returned to him yet and it would take him a little while to find where it had gone.
"The time will come where I will be able to meet my new enemy who possess the key to even greater power. I shall prepare the way for him, down a path he will never cross alive."
The Dark Baron disappeared into the twilight. Down below, White Warrior pushed through the rubble. Her clothes were almost completely torn asunder and cuts and bruises covered her from head to toe, she was barely able to speak and think. She struggled to breath with long heavy huffs for air.
Must warn the chosen…before…it is too late. The Dark One cannot be allowed to conquer this plane.
With one final look at the black energy flying away, the White Warrior fell to the ground and there she fell into unconsciousness.