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Chapter 6: The Legend Of The Slayers

They were tired. All of them. It had been the longest two days of their natural lives and none of them were in the mood to talk. Zethar, the once happy boy, walked with his head down as though the world was gone. But, without Iago, it was. He practically dragged himself along, stroking Kasha with his finger as he walked along. Damien stayed close to him, but every now and again would eye out Kiera, who would shoot a look back. Cylene stayed by Korlic, offering him support and a shoulder to cry on. He refused. The sorrow from Atma's death had left him with no expression or emotion. Cylene knew what it felt like to lose a companion. It was feeling she'd never want to feel again. Drakul just walked behind them, think of his brother. How could he turn so evil? And was he really dead, along with his boss? Some how, Drakul didn't think so. Zyka walked along with Saxon, wondering what this old man got out of saving them from Maxon. It was still dark in the land. It felt like a century had been spent in the fortress, but only a short while had past.

They finally arrived at the man's house. It was a spacious rock hut, in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for privacy. He led them in past the wooden door. The place was decorated with shelves of books and scrolls. Wooden chairs were everywhere, positioned by some kind of desk with some kind of scripture. This man looked as though he lived with five other people, but all the research was his own. Stone tablets, with pictures and scriptures, hung along the wall. Zethar moved for what looked like a bed; a huge piece of rectangular rock, which was stuck to the walls of a corner. It was furnished with soft pillows for comfort. Zethar jumped on it and leaned his back against the wall. He stared out the window. His eyes were puffy and red. He'd been crying and was tired. Kiera picked up a blanket and covered him, but he didn't budge. If they didn't know him, they'd think he was a statue.

"Get some sleep," she whispered. He turned and nodded slowly, as though his brain was still trying to register what she had said.

She turned to everyone else. Korlic was sitting by the main table, his head in his hands. Cylene sat next to him and Drakul sat by a side table a few feet away. Zyka and Damien just stood. They didn't feel like sitting. Saxon sat down at the main table, very calmly. No one said a word for about five minutes.

"Well…" Kiera broke the silence. "Are we going to talk about this or what?"

"I've got some to say," Damien drew his sword and moved for Kiera. He tried to swing, but his blade clashed with Cylene's.

"What's wrong with you two?" she shouted. "You've been hostile towards each other since we left the fortress."

"Would you like to tell them or should I?" Damien screamed, but didn't wait. "She's a demon!"

"What?" Cylene asked in disbelief.

"I am not!" Kiera replied.

"She is," he insisted. "I watched her kill thirteen men without moving. No assassin has that power."

"What a second," Cylene waved her hands in confusion. She turned to Kiera. "Is that true?"

Kiera looked away. "Yes. But I am not a demon."

"But you have demonic powers!" Damien queried.

"Calm down," Cylene said, before turning to Kiera. "Now I'm sure you have a logical explanation, right?"

Kiera didn't speak.

"Right?"

"I'm not a demon," Kiera started confessing.

"Dear God!" Cylene shouted, not waiting for the rest.

"But I do have demonic powers," Kiera continued. "Zyka, tell them I'm not a demon."

"She's not a demon," Zyka replied.

Damien turned. "You believe her?"

"I know she isn't. She just has a gift."

"A gift?" Cylene replied. "It's demonic powers, for heaven sakes."

"But I'm not a demon," Kiera insisted.

Cylene turned. "You're not a demon, with demonic powers. That makes sense. Were you planning to tell us?"

"I would have had to if you wanted me to explain how I brought Drakul back to life."

"So it was you?" Drakul stepped forward.

Cylene's head began to hurt. "Wait a minute! Brought him back? When did you die?"

"Listen," Kiera quickly spoke, "Can we deal with this later…"

Damien lifted his blade. "No, we'll deal with it now."

Cylene held him back. They all began arguing with one another, but after a while, their voices were just huge noises and no one could actually understand anyone else.

"ENOUGH!" Korlic rose to his feet. Everyone stopped and turned to him. "There has been enough blood-shed for one night! If you choose to kill each other, fine! But you will do it in the morning! Is that understood?"

Everyone stared.

"Is that understood!" he asked in a deadly calmness.

"Yes," the said at once. All the skilled warriors seemed to shrink at the sight of the angered barbarian.

"Good," he sat down and turned to Saxon. "What is going on with your son?"

Saxon turned to Korlic. "My son is insane."

"You don't say," Drakul said sarcastically. "He's trying to bring the Prime Evils back."

"You're wrong there," Saxon quickly said. "My son is insane, not stupid. He just wants there power."

"What? How?" Zyka asked. "A human using the Prime Evils' powers – even one of them alone – would certainly be killed."

"Not with those bracelets on," Saxon replied.

"This is getting more confusing by the minute," Kiera became agitated. "Can you please give us a straight answer?"

"Or what?" Damien sneered. "You'll use your powers on him?"

"Go to hell!" She retorted.

"I'll meet you there."

"Enough you two." Cylene sounded like a mother pulling her children apart.

Saxon cleared his throat. "Who would like a drink?"

"Oh, for the love of…" But Kiera was ignored as the old man fetched himself water.

He sat down and drank a bit. "Now, to understand everything that is happening around here, you must start at the beginning."

"Which is…?" Cylene sat down.

He took another sip. "What you have to understand is that Maxon's problems started 12 years ago, but this entire problem was a thousand years in the making."

"Great," Drakul muttered.

"Have you ever heard of The Council Of Kings?"

They all looked to one another, but none of them had a perfect answer. They had heard things, but nothing that directly affected them, so they didn't bother searching for answers.

Saxon took the silence as a clue to continue. "You see, hundreds of years ago, there was a group known as The Council Of Kings. It consisted of five members. Kings, who knew how to fight, had a vast knowledge of many subjects and had mastered magic. Four kings ruled over four kingdoms and ruled one element – fire, earth, air or water. The fifth ruled over a secret kingdom – which was said to be in the heavens – and had mastered all the elements plus two more. Each king also ruled a powerful city as his home. One in the islands. One in the mountains. On in the forests. And one in the desert."

"I remember stories about them," Damien interrupted. "But what's this got to do with Maxon?"

"You see, The Kings became corrupted by power and greed. As a result, the leader had to destroy his companions. It was a grueling battle and it was decided that he would not chose four kings as the replacements. Instead, he chose one. One student to take his place. And so it went on and on as that until twelve years ago."

"Twelve years?" Zyka repeated. "Before the Prime Evils' death?"

"Yes. The Prime Evils were too much for one man, so he recreated The Council Of Kings and chose four men to help him. And that's where my son's story starts. You see, the village we lived in had a crazed ruler, who believed we should stand with the Prime Evils. The Council found out and attacked us, destroying most of the village. My son and I, him being a mere 16-year-old boy, chose to give ourselves as personal servants and kill our leader if out people were spared." He took another sip of water. "They agreed, but we became more than slaves. We were their personal warriors, trained to protect The Kings from harm and fight against the Prime Evils. Two years later, the Prime Evils were destroyed by a single hero and The Council – deciding to carry on, despite the fact that their mission was complete – felt we were useless now and sent us on our way. I was happy about this – it gave me time to pursue other interests – but the power of his high position had gotten to my son's head. They had, indeed, taken him from his first life and now they had taken his second life away. He felt this was wrong and swore revenge. But, he couldn't fight them, not alone."

"So he found another way," Cylene concluded.

"Yes. During his planning, he came across a religion know as The Talaris. While the followers had died out, a group remained to protect seven artifacts. The bracelets, the crystals and the Talaris Staff. They were all created out of the sands of the Talaris Holy Ground as well as a mixture of demonic and holy power. And, as such, they had great power. And then he found a ritual. By doing this ritual, he could turn his gems into Soul Stones, absorbing the Prime Evils' Power, but still maintaining sanity and life. With the artifact as they are now, he's almost unbeatable. He plans to use the Prime Evils' powers to kill the kings. But Atma refused to give up the staff's location or the location of the temple. And that is how we have ended up here."

"So how do we stop him?" Korlic asked. His sorrow had been replaced by anger.

"I honestly don't know. But you had better find away, before he figures out where the staff is – if he doesn't know already."

"Why?" Kiera asked.

"Because I told you each king ruled a city, which could rule a kingdom by the way. Well, the kings like to meet every so often in one of the cities and discuss… issues. The King of the Fire Element is King Alfred Largunas."

"The King of Largus." Cylene realized. "When's the meeting?"

"Two days from now."

"Perfect," Drakul joked.

"It is perfect. For Maxon. They are all in one place. He has to get the staff, acquire the power and his prey has been handed to him on a silver platter."

Korlic stood. "We must stop him!"

"You must rest first. You are of no use to anyone if you cannot gather enough energy raise your blade."

"He's right, Korlic," Zyka agreed. "We need to rest. Like Zethar."

They all turned to see the boy was no longer in the bed. Their eyes traveled around the room, to see the boy sitting on the floor, leg's crossed, reading an old scroll. They all gasped as he had touched the man's belonging, but Saxon just smiled and walked over. The text was hand written in English by the old man who found the original text.

"I see you're intrigued," he said as he walked to Zethar.

Zethar turned his head. "Yes. These warriors seem to be great."

"They are," Saxon replied. "They remind me of you seven. They bicker like family, but they were always there for each other."

"Who are you talking about?" Kiera became suspicious.

"The Seven Slayers."

"The Seven Slayers?"

"Yes. They were seven warriors who fought against an ancient evil one hundred years ago. It is said that there will be two battles. That was the first. The next should come soon."

"And why do they remind you of us?" Zyka asked.

"Well, first off, there were seven of them. And then came their classes. There was one barbarian, one amazon, one druid, one sorceress, one paladin, one necromancer and one…"

"Assassin?" Kiera guessed.

"Yes."

"I weird coincidence," Drakul said.

"I though so too," Saxon sat again and turned to Kiera. "But then I set my sights on you, and the coincidence changed."

"What?" Kiera moved back.

Saxon turned to Zethar. "Boy, get me the scroll to the left of that one." Zethar brought it over and Saxon opened it up. Zethar gasped in amazement. Saxon grinned. It was the first they had seen. "You see, I have a scroll here that shows the pictures of the warriors. None of you resemble the pictures. Well, almost none of you." He past the scroll to Kiera.

Her face went into shock. It was a picture, a portrait of the seven warriors. Six faces and upper torsos surrounded the largest picture, which was a spitting image of the assassin who stared at her. There was an ancient writing by each picture, presumably the names.

"She looks exactly like me," Kiera stared in awe.

"Yes," Saxon agreed. "Indeed she does. And read her name."

She looked at the writing. "Kiera."

"Yes. Same name. Same face. And the fact that you could read that language is amazing on its own. It is an ancient language, rarely studied now-a-days."

"What are you saying? I can't be her. This is at least a hundred years old."

"There have been stranger things to happen. Maybe, just maybe, you seven are the next slayers."

"And I suppose Maxon is our enemy?"

"No. Maxon is nothing compared to the enemy that these seven beat. The enemy that six of them fell to. I'll give you a lucky guess who survived."

"The assassin." Kiera threw the scroll down. "It's impossible. I can't be her."

"You have to admit. Seven warriors. Seven different classes. Your similarities. It's very possible."

"No," Damien jumped up.

"Yes. It is destined for you seven to become the next Seven Slayers. I noticed it the second I saw all of you together."

"No," Damien insisted. "There are two things in this world I'm against. The first is using magic to win a battle. And the second is helping a demon. Never. She should be slain. And if none of you can see that, I think I should just leave before something goes wrong."

"Damien?" Zyka walked after him. "Don't do this."

"I have to. I will not side with a demon."

Kiera stood. "What exactly happened to you to make like this?"

"Like what?"

"So full of hatred and anger? I get it, I have demonic powers. But, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already."

"I'm leaving," he said calmly and walked out.

"I can't believe this," Kiera shouted.

"And still I can't believe you didn't tell us," Cylene said.

Kiera calmed herself. "You know what? I should just leave."

"Don't do that," Drakul stepped in. "Everyone just a little angry right now. Who wouldn't be after everything that's happened?"

"No Drakul," Kiera said. "I have to leave. I've seen this before. It starts with everyone a bit angry and then it just grows from there. I went through it with my old clan. So did Sheeva. It's one of the things we have in common."

"Kiera," Cylene sighed. "I don't want you to leave. But, if there is something more you have to say, say it now."

"No, there's nothing."

"Now that that's sorted," Saxon stood. "I suggest we all get some sleep."


It was still dark, yet over the mountains, you could see the sun start to rise. It would have been a beautiful sight to just sit and watch, but Kiera was leaving and didn't have the time. She slowly and silently slipped outside. She began walking, but couldn't have gone a few steps before the door opened again.

"Leaving so soon?" Zyka emerged.

"This isn't my life Zyka," Kiera explained.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that I'm a loner. I work better as one. Being in a team has never been my thing."

"So, you'll just leave? Leave the two things you care about?"

"What?"

"Drakul? You to have grown on each other. But, most importantly, Zethar. You two connected the moment you met. You just planning to leave him?"

"I don't want to, but…"

"Then take me with you." Zethar appeared at the door, with Kasha and a small sack of supplies.

Kiera looked to Zyka for support. "Don't look at me. This is your problem." She began walking away.

"Are you leaving too?" Kiera asked, as Zyka walked away from the house.

"No," Zyka didn't turn. "I left them a note. My house isn't that far away. I need to pick up some things and I'll meet them tomorrow."

"Well, good luck."

"You can wish me luck tomorrow."

"I won't see you tomorrow."

"I have a feeling you will."

"Your gift."

"No." She continued walking. "Just a hunch." She left the two alone.

"Zethar," Kiera tried to reason. "Don't you think it would be better to stay with them?"

"No," he replied. "I want to come with you. I know you're going to Largus. Let me come and help."

"But Zethar…"

"They have Iago. I want to see my friend."

Kiera sighed. "I'm not going to win this am I?"

Zethar shook his head. "No."

"Oh well. Let's get going."


The sun was rising. The day had dawned. And evil had finally awakened. Zethar had reduced the fortress to dust, crushing the enemy under it. But, it did no good. Necros was the first to burst out of the ground. Followed by Sheeva coughing up sand, then Greiz and Iago. Finally, Maxon burst out with a horrid howl. His calm demeanor had disappeared and his eyes showed hatred that would give Mephisto a run for his money.

"How dare they?" He shouted. "Now Atma is dead, my fortress is in ruins and we have no direction."

Necros walked to his master, as calm as always and began dusting himself off on the way. He had a spark in his eye which usually meant a plan.

"What?" Maxon yelled.

"My lord," Necros bowed a bit. "If I may, all is not lost."

"How do you figure that?" Sheeva asked.

"Surely my brother and his friends got something out of Atma. We just need to find out what it was."

"And how do you propose we do that. We don't know where they went."

"To Saxon," Maxon muttered. "The old man saved them. But I doubt they are still there."

"Then we use him." Necros pointed to Iago. The wolf sat, obediently waiting for his next order. "He can sniff them out from across the Earth in his corrupt form."

Maxon smiled, but it showed complete evil. "True. Very True. Get ready. When find those seven impudent fools, we'll…"

"Serve their bodies to the next demon that we come across." Sheeva laughed evilly.


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