The Name of the Nameless
Chapter 3
The Face of the Nightlord
CT had lived. His jacket made sure of that. The armored scales, along with their slipperiness, had helped him out of sticky situations. But now came the biggest one. CT walked straight through the gates of Dark Eden. No one saw him; if they had, they wouldn't have cared. The only people who left Nekkar were the skeleton carriers and the Cursed. He would end up being one of the two. Everyone did.
As he climbed the stairs, CT thought about what went wrong. But the latest he could remember was the CT civil war, which he had lost... He didn't even know his own name. He was thrown into Coruscant, battle-weary and nearly dead. Then, he had his hide saved by the Kiminova traitors and Silver. He walked into the throne room. A great golden tree stood in the center, morphed into the shape of a throne. An hourglass stood on each side of the room, tall enough for a person to stand up in.
When his foot touched the throne room floor, one of these hourglasses turned. It began slowly dropping shadow sand into the bottom chamber. Then, in that chamber appeared AJr. She was blinded by the presence of the dark sand, which slowly fell upon her. As CT strode to crack the glass, something appeared. The face of the Devil himself.
"Well well. Long time no see, CT. Last time was, hmm, when Ozone threw you into the Nether? OH WAIT! That never happened, because of a failure." The Kiminovas appeared beside him, bruised and broken. They were shielding their faces Weeping Angel style. The old CT continued, "We couldn't get to you, because these two never FIGURED IT OUT!" His words were literally inflicting wounds upon the prisoners.
"However, we've decided we don't need you anymore. We've got the prophecy -" he gestured to AJr - "and the ring." On his finger was the ring of the Lord of Darkness Melkor, or Morgoth. "So we're going to win. You've lost the war for real, this time. And you don't even know what it was about! Because I won, and you lost – everything was gone. Your planet, family, although you didn't care that much – your crown... It was all taken, taken by me, CORAN."
The memories of Coran Tekka, heir to the throne of the sun, swarmed back to him in an instant.
(A/N If you don't like the name, live with it, this is my original thing.)
