Vengeance of the Overlord
Chapter One
Behind every story lies a point of view that has never been looked at. In the world of fairy tales it is no different, the struggle between Good and Evil has always been an important battle. A terrible curse befalls a land and Good must save the day. A fair maiden is rescued by a knight in shinning armor and carried off to live happier ever after. But that's not always the case. Although this seldom ever happens; sometimes the "Good" must be saved from themselves, and the Villain must become the hero. This is one of those stories...
A blizzard covered the entire Northlands in a gigantic blanket of snow. But that was not enough to stop Rose. It has been six months since the disappearance of the last Overlord. With that note, the entire world was up for grabs. Not only that but the once safe Dark Tower was deemed unfit to raise a child by her. After losing her husband she feared that her son would suffer a similar fate.
She refused to ride a sled across the tundra, and ships were out of the question too. Both ways took too long and she hated long trips. So she outsmarted the elements by using the tower portal to teleport. She small village called Nordberg. It was Christmas Eve and the town was ecstatic with celebration. There was magic powered lights hanging everywhere and a gigantic Christmas tree standing in the middle of the village. This seemed like the ideal place for their child to grow up, Rose thought.
She disguised herself in a red cloak and trekked into the village holding her baby close. She came across a humble cottage right at the edge of town and peered into the window. There was a young couple on the floor playing with a baby girl. As she was watching this, she felt a tear rolling down the side of her face. If it wasn't for the Overlord being trapped in the Abyss, He and rose would be doing the same thing with their son. But here she was; a single mother hiding in the frozen north. Keep moving something in her head told her. Rose came to and continued on her journey. This baby had great power inside of him. Rose could feel it, there was something mystical at work with this child and possibly a great destiny in his future. But until then Rose was in charge of the show. She took one last look at the house then left.
Thirteen years later...
Deep within the recesses of the Netherworld the minions of the Overlord patiently laid in wait for any signs of a successor.
Gnarl paced back and forth within the Netherworld tower throne room deep in thought. Ten years... For ten long years they have been without an Overlord. For the minions, particularly Gnarl, that is far too long. Though it was true minions are immortal and literally have all the time in the world to wait; they felt useless without a master. He walked to the empty throne and sighed. He began to remember the former Overlord. For hundreds of years Gnarl has stood beside and guided one Overlord after the other. Many were worthy masters, but there was something about the previous that set him out from the rest. He was a unique Overlord indeed, shame there wouldn't be another like-
-Gnarl's thoughts were immediately interrupted by a powerful presence. Gnarl quickly activated the magic pool of water a few feet away from the throne. He peered into it trying to locate the source then a mischievous grin formed when he found it. It was him after all of these years of searching for an heir, Gnarl found the true heir. The former Overlord's son.