Welcome back everyone. I hate using a Deus ex Machina but I realized with Piyamaradu a pacifist, Pwyll being unconscious and Balor being a child I was left no other choice. Enjoy and review.

"Impressive, for an Evabon…"

At the entrance of the garden, Pwyll stood with brand and twibill in hand. As the conspirators, minus Pamba, and Grygory Grygion came walking up to him, all of them save for the troll armed.

"Forward and annihilate him, blockheads!" exclaimed Grygory, pointing a finger at Pwyll. "He is but one to our four!"

Enaros, armed with brand and buckler, was the first to rush forward. He was doubtless the bravest of Pwyll's foes this day. It was only right that Enaros be the first of the conspirators to die.

Enaros attacked with his brand. Pwyll blocked with his twibill then brought both brand and twibill down through Enaros' helmet and into his braincase.

It was then that Pwyll felt a dagger prick at his left side. It was Ridoldo, armed with brand and the dagger had just plunged into his left side… If only it had gone deeper. If only he had not stopped at it piercing the skin, thinking that would be enough. So it was that Pwyll brought his axe down and spilled Ridoldo's cerebrum in pieces to the ground.

And then there was Dukalon, standing at a distance with only a brand.

"Stand aside, Pwyll, and you might live yet. I do not wish to rob your son of his father. I sympathize with him, he who is with a small curve in his spine and a slightly deformed face, for I who had finished growing before I was done am just as much an aberration as he could give him a great status."

"I have plans for him, Dukalon. No one can sway me from those plans nor can you from the thunderbolt that is this brand!" Pwyll through his brand and it struck Dukalon in the stomach. There was no hope for him. Three conspirators were dead, Pamba was elsewhere and now there was this thing.

"Impressive, for an Evabon..." commented Grygory.

"You are too kind for whatever you are."

"I am a troll."

"I have not believed in such things since infancy!" scoffed Pwyll. Right he was for this was no myth but something from the stars.

A demon.

A demon named Mumm-Ra.

Returning to his true form, Mumm-Ra quickly swatted Pwyll away. The son of Wodanaz lived yet he was unconscious.

Making his way into the garden, Mumm-Ra found Piyamaradu sitting beneath the Setanaa tree. This would be swift.

"Before you strike, tell me why you are here." Insisted Piyamaradu.

"I have come to avenge my army's defeat here at Wilusa." Stated Mumm-Ra. His red eyes looked into the blank eyes of the blind chieftain. "I will not have savages sing their songs of their victory over me."

"You should have come yourself then."

"I'm here now." The Demon extended a hand. "And I will rectify my mistake now!"

"And what then?" asked Piyamaradu.

"Your people will follow their conqueror!"

The response from the blind shaman was one of laughter. It was absurd. "That day will never come. Nor will you ever be the one to kill me."

Mumm-Ra glared and grabbed Piyamaradu by the neck. "You're stalling."

"So there is a brain in there. I thought the embalmers had removed it from the nose." Piyamaradu smiled. He felt it coming. He had heard the clamor. He had heard the talking. It would have been faster to just do it all himself. And yet Piyamaradu wondered if Mumm-Ra wanted Pamba's co-conspirators out of the way. "It might still be night but you'll feel a sting similar to the light of day soon enough."

And down it came. A dagger, the same dagger Ridoldo had been using. It went through Mumm-Ra's right wing, leaving one more hole in it.

The Demon turned and in a tree was Balor. He was impressed but that feeling soon passed.

"Are you so loyal to your chieftain that you'd challenge me, boy?" asked Mumm-Ra. Balor did not respond. He merely kept a brave face. "Very well then, look your last upon the night sky!"

Mumm-Ra would have killed Balor if not at that moment Procyon appeared. It was impossible and yet he was there.

"You!" exclaimed Mumm-Ra.

"The same." Procyon rose his sword and yet he did not bring it down. "You are the reason I died but I will have you know revenge is beneath me. Defending my family from your lot isn't. If you wish to live, leave or so help me you'll join your lackeys."

To face one of a higher power would be unwise. Mumm-Ra was left with no choice but to leave Wilusa. Yet Procyon could not protect Wilusa forever. One day, the Ancient Spirits of Evil would make any who had ascended to a state such as theirs blind. And when that day came… Mumm-Ra would rule all.

And yet Piyamaradu cared not. He lived, Pwyll had protected him to the best of his abilities there was now only one conspirator… And he would keep his word. Balor would be his apprentice.

The End