Pain… darkness… voices… confused memories…
"Where…. Where am I?" asked the somebody who was experiencing the situation in his mind "What happened… who speaks there… why… I am… here…"
"He is awakening!" told a raspy voice "Quick! Sat him on the throne!"
He felt his body moved and sat on something.. a chair? Thought being still not awake and not at fully body control, he felt slumping over before two pairs of small skinny hands pushed him back "Masta" was a word he heard.
Slowly he blinked, holding himself up with own strength slowly. Everything was foggy but clearing up… as well his memory.
He fought… he fought with others. A great evil… a mage? A Warlock? Or something different able to cast spells? This part was still lost to him. Yes. He remembers what happened next… the enemy tried to attack with a spell. He interference it. Giving the others an opening… whatever happened next thought… it caused him to fly at a wall… and the ceiling broke down on him, bury him alive.
Did he die? Or was he just unconscious then? No matter… somebody brought him to this chair. A throne somebody said? Slowly his vision returned to him… he was indeed in a room, but it looked broken down. What ever happened here… this place needs clean up…
"Masta!"
That voice again… he looked down and saw several brown goblin/gremlin like beings with yellow eyes and wearing loin clothes. Except for one. He looks far older than the other of these beings… wearing rags which covered his body except for hands and head, a stick on the back on which hangs a lantern and this being was crouching forward… a symptom of his age?
"Your awake! Good good! We feared that we might have been longer without an Overlord!" spoke this old being
He looked odd at him… Overlord? Yes… Overlord… he remembers the term. It was the name of the great evil he fought with the others. The incarnation of Evil. Tyrant of this world. A curse to everybody standing his way… and now he was supposed to be one? How ridicules.
And also he remembered what these brown beings are: Minions! They are called minions… they appear in four colors… brown, red, green and blue.
The browns are the warrior type. They often wore armor, weapons and odd things as hat… from what he remembered they never had the same equipment… like they took what they found.
The Reds are much squishier. But if memory serves right, they were able to throw fire balls and are immune to such.
The greens… oh the greens. He remembered that they must be good in ambushes as the only thing he remembered before meeting these in the quest of defeating the Overlord was a very bad smell before being jumped by them.
And the blues… they had been the easiest to kill but their tendency to grab the body of a fallen minion and revive it somewhere was what made much of the fighting such a nightmare. Not to mention the seamless endless waves of all minion types.
He remembers that they are also very stupid… but loyal. Deadly loyal. Here were the theory since they willingly die for their master, they all would follow their master into death… seems that was false. In death of a master they just picked a new one it seems.
Now that he was able to remember the most important things, getting his self awareness back and understanding right now what is expected from him, he asks "Why me? I helped to kill your last master…"
"Yes, that might be true" told the old Minion "Names Gnarl master. And we have chosen you as our new overlord because we can sense your potential. And your abilities… no Overlord had possessed such abilities!"
"That is why you want me as Overlord! But why should I?" ask the one who should take the place.
Gnarl gave an evil chuckle, "You will be the terror of the people, conqueror of worlds, people will flee in terror if you wish. As Overlord you are free to do whatever you desire. Of course, we have much to do before… you and your former allies… put quite a damage on the tower. It has to be restored, the lost artifacts be recollected and the numbers of minions be raised to great numbers"
"Quite a work" was the counter "But I refuse! Be glad that I just don't finish the job. Look for some other idiot"
With that he raised up and began to leave the tower ruins. The left behind minions looked at Gnarl and he told "Just wait. He will be back… we will always have a master. Evil always find a way… and I am sure our chosen one will take his rightful place."
Upon returning to his home, the "chosen one" walks to the house he lives in. The first thing he noticed that the garden wasn't taken care off for quite a while… which he found odd. He knows he wasn't home for quite a while but for such a scene he fought he wasn't gone long enough.
Shrugging at that, he pulled out his keys and tried to open it but they didn't fit the lock. Surprised at that, he rings the bell… and as nothing came, he rang it few more times but without any chance.
"You are wasting your time" told a voice after some time.
Turning around the man asked the owner of the voice, a middle aged woman "Why I am wasting my time?"
"Because the ones living there, aren't here anymore. Quite a pity thought." Told the woman "I just moved in the neighborhood as I saw the man of the house leaving… I learned from his wife that he was leaving with friends on a mission. Two months later, they returned, telling the poor woman that her husband was death… this was six months ago"
SIX MONTHS? How the heck did he miss so much time?
"What happened next?" asks the man and the woman wondered "Why do you want to know?"
"I… am a very close person to her. But I was away quite some time and missed a lot. Returned just recently" was the honest answer
"Ah… well… two months passed and the woman was still grieving as the harassment began. Despite that they never managed to bring the body back, despite the promises, her "friends" began to force her to move on and "to raise their numbers" to marry one of the guys. She refused, stating she isn't ready and want to find out first what to do but they didn't stop. So one month ago, she sold everything she couldn't take with her and left. All I know is that she moved to some other property she had left from her husband and said that she will live there and make the living there.
The man nodded, knowing very well of the other property. The others know about it well, as they helped to fix it. But try to track down a sailing ship if you have no routes or names… true they had their contacts but they never discussed them with their friends… so unless by a lucky thing, they had to search a lot to find her. And get on board of the ship.
Deciding to explore more, he thanked the woman and moved on… but one thing stuck in his head: While he got the promise from his friends that they would take care of his wife, he never thought they would try to force her to marry one of them. In fact he asks himself what they are thinking…
Shrugging at that, deciding to clear that later he began to look what changed in his home town. The first thing he noticed that the hospital got a lot larger… almost too large for a town of this size. Curious about the reasons, he went were.
Thought upon arrival he was shocked to find out what the new sections are: Magical Treatment Center. In fact a medical center which treats anything caused by magic.
While it was considerable large from the beginning due a few magic users in town and most cases victims of their own experiments, the department grew as one began new experiments, trying to raise the number of a certain group of person with magical means. However so far little results were reached but three quarters of the hospital patients were from these experiments.
And the conductor of these experiments were one of his friends. In fact the one he thought would be the most rational one.
Shaking his head he left the hospital and sat in a café and got a tea. It also wondered him why people doesn't recognize him… but he shrugs it off as the fact people are busy and he was away almost three seasons.
While he enjoyed the tea, he reads a magazine offered to him and was shocked about the next part: Two of his friends finally married but also made themselves ruler of the town… they privilege their friends but also put up questionable decisions and in fact the first weeks of their ruler ship were utter chaos until they began to have a lazy life, sponsored by the town at the cost of doubled taxes. But once or two times a week they show up and have parties which always left a district in utter chaos and a mess that takes two weeks to clean up.
Another one, one of the strongest of their group is known to be champion at a coliseum and challenges everybody who does well in any type of grouping, utterly destroying them in the following match. Even if the challenged ones are just beginners from the rookie tournaments.
A close trio of his friends overtook a committee of their home and basically rule now this place as well. Thought they are more terrors as they punish anybody who doesn't play by the rules very harsh. Normally nothing to complain about but six months prison for being on the streets at too late time?
Another one, who was a ruler since he knows him, shut up his place, forbid anybody to leave or enter. This status is existing since four months.
Knowing here was one more missing but here was reports of disappearing people whenever it was rumored he was around.
The man only shock his head at the magazines report… not knowing if he should trust the reports or not.
Shaking his head he paid for the tea and left, running into a man. "Sorry" he told and wanted to just leave as a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Hey watch were you are going! Do you have any idea who I am?" asks the one he run into, pulling the "Chosen one" around and he saw that the man he run into, wears a grey T-shirt, blue jeans, a brown vest had dark hair and red eyes
"Nope" was the honest answer and people pulled away while soldiers were closing in.
"I tell you who I am! I am the great Karan Yana! The Wielder of darkness! Now apologize or I will throw you in prison!"
Was this supposed to be a joke?
"You and Wielder of Darkness? Not a chance" told the man "And I have apologized so I leave"
"Hah! A simple Sorry isn't enough! Now kiss my shoes and lick the dirt off!" Karan demands and the people are slowly retreating as the soldiers grew closer.
"Nope!" was the reply.
Karan snarls at this and ordered "Soldiers! Force him!"
And with that the soldiers rushed in. The "Chosen One" pulled his blades and began facing the soldiers. Sure they were trained but the worst they faced was the most harmless thing for him. In short they didn't stood a chance. After dispatching the guards in a way that they won't die but won't interference for quite a while, he moves toward Karan, grabbing him and disappeared into an dark alley, where he tossed him into the trash
"Now tell me" told the sword master "Who are you really? And why do you pretend to be somebody who you aren't! Heck not even the name is right!"
"I… I was…" began Karan and squeaks as he realized that he is screwed.
Gnarl was ordering the other minions around to clean up as much as they could as he notices that his chosen one was back. In the same way he left.
"Gnarl! You want an Overlord? You got your Overlord!" growls the man "My friends betrayed everything they stood for, betrayed me and even shit on what I have done for them! Time they learn that they should have stayed clean!"
"Of course my liege" told Gnarl with a chuckle "Get the armor of our new Overlord!"
And the Minions were quick to get the armor of their new master. Upon seeing what they brought the chosen one began "This is…"
"Yes. We have taken your armor and modified it upon fixing… it was quite a challenge but I am sure you will appreciate it"
"You got it Gnarl" smirks the Overlord
The Minions put on the armor. The armor was mostly green with black ornate except for the caps of the shoes, knees and chest area. The shoulder had pronounced spikes and the two arm protectors had a flaming/spike like design thought on one of them was a large crystal added on it. The helmed was black with a green visor and added a feature to have his eyes shine through blue and two green horns. And around his neck was a torn green scarf.
Standing in front of the throne, Gnarl announced to the collected minions "Minions! Greet our new Overlord! The Dark Overlord!"
And the Minions cheered while the new overlord sat down on his throne… plotting the downfall of his treacherous "Friends"…