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Chapter One: To Kill One Who Is Immortal

For many, many centuries, if not millenniums, spirits have ruled in a forest that covers over half of Germany. To the spirits, they call the forest and the mighty river that runs through it their home. Spirits remained undisturbed by the mortals who live around the forest. But one day, their celestial sanctuary was disturbed.

Humans, from the kingdom of Mordrivale, were cutting down trees, making more room for the growing kingdom. The spirits were outraged by the mortals' action. They immediately took action and killed the humans that were cutting down their trees. When the king of the kingdom found out about this, he became furious and claimed war against the spirits. With the help of other kingdoms, they raised up an army to destroy the spirits and claim the forest as their own. Unfortunately, the spirits were able to defeat the army easily.

Furious, the king of Mordivale and the neighboring kingdoms held a conference and tried to figure out a way to destroy the spirits. But, how can you kill one who is immortal?

In the middle of a discussion, a hermit walked into the room. This hermit was disgusting and wearing nothing but rags. In his hands, he had what seems to be a pelt from a creature that has never been seen by human eyes.

At first, the kings were angry by the hermit's interruption. The hermit said something to them.

"You see this nice pelt gentleman? It's a pelt of a spirit. I know how to kill spirit."

The men curious and asked if this is true. The hermit nodded and told the kings how he did it. Excited, the king of Mordivale made the hermit leader of training the army and told him to teach the soldiers how to kill the pesky spirits.
Now, the war between the spirits and humans will be even.


Siegfried Schtauffen walked briskly behind a guard down the large hallways of the castle. His large sword was swung over his back. For some odd reason, he had been summoned by the king of this place he has never been to.

"What is it that the king here wants me to do?" Siegfried asked the guard in front of him.

The guard didn't answer and kept walking. Siegfried rolled his eyes and kept quiet for the rest of the way. Then, the two came to two large doors. Siegfried guessed that this was the throne room. The guard motioned Siegfried with his hand to stand still. Siegfried obeyed. The guard opened one of the large doors and motioned Siegfried that he can come in. Siegfried walked in and the door shut behind him.

The throne room was huge. Hanging from the ceiling was a giant chandelier that was lit. There was a fireplace burning brightly. On the walls were large paintings of knights on horseback and gallant warriors standing boldly. On the floor was a rug that went from the entrance to the front of the throne. That was where the king of the kingdom was.

"Come closer," The king beckoned to Siegfried. Siegfried nodded and walked closer to the throne.

The king was a handsome young man who looked like he was only in his twenties. He had short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a red undershirt. A perfectly polished breastplate was over it. Leg Armor covered his legs. He gave Siegfried a welcoming smile and rose up from his throne.

"Welcome to the kingdom of Mordivale," The king bellowed. "I am King Althalos. I and all my subjects thank you for coming, Siegfried Schtauffen."

Althalos walked over to him. Siegfried bowed his head, showing respect to the king. He lifted his head up and looked Althalos in the eye. The mighty king was examining him from head to toe.

"You seem like a mighty warrior." There was a short pause. The king clapped his hands and smiled. "You'll be perfect."

"Um...Perfect for what?" Siegfried questioned.

"Oh, didn't the guard who escort you tell you?" Althalos sounded confused.

Siegfried shook his head. "All he did was escort me."

Althalos wrapped an arm around Siegfried's shoulder and escorted him to the balcony. As they were walking, Althalos was explaining the story of the kingdom.

"For almost hundred years, we have been at war with the spirits in the near by forest. My great, great grandfather was king and claimed war with the powerful beings of the forest. Neighboring kingdoms have also helped to get rid of these pesky spirits. But these nuisances don't know how to give up."

They were outside now, overlooking a forest that seemed endless. The sun was just setting over tops of the trees. Siegfried was astonished by the sight of the large forest.

"Is that where the spirits are?" Siegfried asked.

Althalos nodded.

"Why do you need me?"

"We need strong warriors to help our army. You seemed qualified enough. So that's why I sent for you. We need you Siegfried." The king turned to him. "If we don't get rid of the spirits, we'll die. Will you help us or no?"

Siegfried thought about this for a minute. Then Althalos added.

"If you help us, we'll reward you most famously. Enough gold for a lifetime."

Siegfried looked at him. He could do a lot with that much gold.

"Alright...I'll help you in your cause."

The king's face lit up. "Spectacular! Now, we'll-"

Suddenly, someone burst through the doors and walked over to the two on the balcony.

"Sire, we need-"

This man looked very important. He was dressed up knight armor that looked as if it was just polished. A long red cape was following behind his back. His helmet was off. He looked about forty or so and he had graying short brown hair. His eyes were colored a dull blue.

The newcomer looked at Siegfried with a brow raised. "Who is this your highness?"

"Ah...this is one of the warrior recruits," Althalos said to the man. "His name is Siegfried Schtauffen. Siegfried, this is one of our generals in the army."

"How do you do?" The man said with his hand out to Siegfried. "My name is Fendrel."

Siegfried took his hand and shook it. Fendrel's hand gripped firmly and shook it up and down once. then, the general bowed his head.

"Thank you for coming to our kingdom," Fendrel said politely. "We can use all the help we can to get rid of those annoying spirits."

"What have they done to make this kingdom so angry?" Siegfried dared to ask.

Fendrel narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Boy...you should know by now that a spirit can't be trusted."

"Wha-?"

"It was a long time ago, almost one hundred years ago." It was Althalos interrupted. "The kingdom was growing and growing. More people were coming into our walls and we were losing space. The king, or my great-great grandfather, King Adam, decided to go to the forest behind and cut down a few trees to make us more space. He sent twenty men to cut down trees. A patrol went out there to see the progress and he saw a white beast that looked from a folk tale eating the head of one of the men."

Siegfried listened. Horrified as Althalos continued to tell how crudely the spiritual beast attacked the patrol. Luckily, the patrol escaped and was able to warn King Adam of the beast. That was when he claimed war. Just as the story got more interesting, Althalos stopped.

"That's enough story telling," He sighed. "It's about time you go to bed. Tomorrow, you'll learn something from General Fendrel."

"But I-"

"Come on, boy," Fendrel said, interrupting Siegfried. "I'll show you to your room. You have a big day tomorrow."

"Um...okay," Siegfried said, confused more than ever. "Good bye, you highness."

"Good bye, Siegfried," Althalos said back. "We'll see each other soon."

Fendrel and Siegfried bowed their heads to the king, showing their respect, before exiting the throne room. The two walked down the large hallways of the castle. Chandeliers were lit, lighting the hallways and showing the same type of paintings that were in the throne room. They came up to a small door that seemed very far away from the throne room. Fendrel grabbed the doorknob and turned to Siegfried. Siegfried looked into Fendrel's cold blue eyes.

"You'll be staying in the palace since you are a guest from a different place," Fendrel said boldly.

He turned the handle and the door opened. There was a single candle light in the room from what Siegfried could see. He looked back at Fendrel.

"Someone will wake you," Fendrel explained. "Then, you'll have to get ready quickly. We'll meet in at the training barracks outside the castle. There, you will train a little before we send you out to battle."

Siegfried nodded curtly. Fendrel gave him a small smile, but his eyes were still cold.

"Good, I will see you in the morning."

"Alright. Good bye."

Fendrel did not return his farewell. He turned and walked away with his cape floating lightly in the wind. Siegfried rolled his eyes, walked into his room and shut the door behind.

The room was not too big but it was not too small. There was a bed that seemed pretty comfortable from the eye and a desk across from it. But that was it. No windows. No mirrors. Nothing.

Siegfried sighed and walked over to the bed. First, he took his sword that was resting on his back and leaned it against the wall. Then, he took off his armor and got himself into the bed. Thankfully, the bed was comfortable. He laid his head on the pillow and in minutes he was deep into slumber.


"Hey...Hey kid. Time to get up."

Siegfried woke up to someone shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes and say someone leaning in front of him. It was a woman, dressed in a maid's uniform. Her curly brunette hair was touching his face.

"Come on," She said gently. "General Fendrel will be angry."

She backed away and watched as Siegfried get up. She bowed her head quickly and scurried out of the room. Siegfried slowly bent over and picked up his armor. He lazily out it on and yawned. Then, he got his sword and swung it over his back. As he was becoming more awake, he was becoming excited and couldn't wait till Fendrel taught him.

He had a quick breakfast and went immediately to the training barracks. The barracks were very large and hundreds of soldiers were marching about. He saw General Fendrel talking to someone. Siegfried approached him. He tapped Fendrel on the shoulder and the general turned to face him.

"Ah...hello, Siegfried," The general greeted. "It's great to see you and you're just in time."

"Hello Fendrel, how are-"

"Excuse me...." Fendrel looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "You call me General Fendrel for now on."

"Oh...okay then. What are we going to do today, General Fendrel?"

A sly smile came across Fendrel's lips. "You'll see, soldier...you'll see."

Fendrel walked away and went to the middle of the barracks.

"Soldiers!" He called out. "I summon you all to a meeting!"

Everyone walked in and surrounded the general. Some people were pushing Siegfried just to get to hear the man's words.

"Today....We will learned something that my great-great grandfather taught every soldier who fought against the cursed spirits."

"Hehehe...today, we get to learn the one move," Siegfried heard someone whisper.

"What are we learning?" Siegfried whispered back.

The soldier did not hear him and continued to listen to Fendrel's speech.

"One hundred years ago, a hermit came to the kingdom with a pelt in his hands. That was my great-great grandfather. He showed King Adam and the other kingdoms what he did. The pelt was actually a pelt from a spirit. My great-great grandfather was the first man to ever kill a spirit!"

Every soldier, except for Siegfried, cheered. Do these people hate the spirits that much?

"And from that point on," Fendrel continued. "M great-great grandfather taught every soldier how to kill a spirit. This is what we are learning today."

The soldiers all cheered and raised their weapons in the air. Siegfried stood still and looked around as the people cheered. Fendrel waited till the crowd quieted down.

"I want you to part." With his command, the soldiers parted to the sides. "Bring out the beast!"

Then, two soldiers came out carrying a cage with a cloth over it. Siegfried tried to looked the heads of others and could see little. They removed the cloth. In the cage was a white beast. The beast looked almost like a cat. The white cat was not large, but it was bigger than a house cat. It had what appeared to be a beautiful head dress on its head made of gold, silver and beautiful flowers. The paws of the creature were striped red and flat. The claws were black and very long. The beast's eyes were glowing with hatred and it was snarling viciously at everyone.

Siegfried was surprised by the sight of the spirit, not knowing that it could look so beautiful.

A soldier brought a barrel close to Fendrel and another brought Fendrel a sword. Siegfried couldn't see what was in the barrel. Fendrel took the sword and dipped it into the barrel. He waited a minute and took the sword out. The sword was dripping with purple liquid that stink horribly.

"Watch closely," Fendrel smirked. "Release the beast!"

The soldier near the cage quickly opened the cage and ran away from it. The white beast stormed out of the cage, snarling and growling. Then, it looked at Fendrel, mouth wide open. The general motioned the cat to make a move. The cat shrieked, loud enough to break glass and cause anyone to become deaf, and charged at the man. Fendrel stood still and watch the cat get closer and closer. The white beast lunged at him, claws extending far ahead. As the cat get closer, Fendrel used his sword quickly and stabbed it in the chest. Fendrel backed away and the cat fell onto the ground on it's belly.

It stood up again. The beast seemed fine at first and was about to charge again. But, its muscles started twitch and it began to shake violently. The beasts fell onto the ground and twitch violently. Then, it stopped moving forever. It mouth in a snarl of defiance. The spirit was dead.

The soldiers cheered for Fendrel. Siegfried couldn't believe it. A being, which is immortal, was killed just like that.

Fendrel walked over to the barrel and stood by it.

"Before a battle, dip your weapon into the liquid. This stuff, can kill a spirit if it gets into their body."

Siegfried didn't know such a thing existed.

Siegfried was about to ask a question about the liquid. Someone burst into the barracks, covered in scars and blood dripping onto the ground.

"General!" He panted. "Spirits are attacking!"

"Come on men!" Fendrel called out. "Quickly dip your weapons into the liquid and lets go fight!"

The men yowled and quickly went to the barrel. Siegfried stood where he was. Something was telling him that he shouldn't fight the immortal. But he had no choice. He had to fight the spirits. He went to the barrel when there was an empty space, dip the sword into the purple goop and got ready to fight the spirits that torment to Kingdom of Mordivale.