Chapter twenty-one: A monster is reborn.
All was well in the small kingdom of Andrast: kids were playing in the streets; housewives were shopping for groceries at the local market; and men went off to work. Life was just perfect, until he came. Laughter was replaced with screams; happiness became fear. Houses were set a flame in an instant. And in those flames lurked a creature of pure demonic power. One by one, villagers fell victim to this monster's blade. Those who tried to run were struck down by his swift arrows. His eyes were red with anger, just as his soul. He wanted revenge.
Pippin was fleeing away with the crowd to seek shelter in the castle. "Run!" cried a villager, "a demon has come." Arrows flew through the air, hitting many villagers in the back; one barely grazed Pippin's left ear. "We must hurry to the castle," he cried, "for we are defenseless out here." "What good can the castle do when we're up against this monster?" shouted a villager. "The castle has a blessing from Lord Cyphied himself," yelled Pippin, "no monster can come near anything blessed by Cyphied." More arrows flew through the air, killing several villagers in front of Pippin. Following the arrows was a ball of flame that soared over their heads. The heat from it was so immense that it burned most of the hair on Pippin's head.
The ball of fire landed in front of the crowd of fleeing villagers and erupted into a great dragon made entirely of flames. The villagers who were heading for the castle, including Pippin, fled in the opposite direction. The dragon let out a loud roar that shattered the windows of every building in town, then spat a fireball at the helpless villagers. More than half of the people were burned to a crisp. Their flesh turning to ash, and their eyes bubbling and popping right in their sockets. Pippin witnessed it all. He couldn't move, for he was frozen with fear. The surviving villagers left him behind, all of them too worried about themselves to pay any notice to an old fool like Pippin.
The dragon approached Pippin slowly. Its eye's fixed on him and nothing else. As the dragon got closer, it grew smaller and smaller. The flames were vanishing and from those flames emerged a figure that Pippin had seen not too long ago. "Christopher…" he said finally. Chris didn't answer, he increased his stride, grabbed Pippin by the collar of his shirt and held him against the wall of a nearby building. "P..Please!" cried Pippin, "what did I ever do to you." "What did you do to me?" said Chris in an angry tone. "You ruined my life! That's what you did you me!"
Chris threw Pippin on the ground and pulled out his bow and one arrow. "If you hadn't showed up with that stupid map, then Alex would still be with me," he said as he placed the arrow on the bow. Pippin was shaking from head to toe. "If you hadn't showed up with your stupid map, my life would still have meaning," continued Chris as he pulled back the string on his bow with the arrow held firmly between the middle and ring finger of his right hand. "I…" said Pippin in a shaky voice. "I'm sorry." Chris took aim. "I don't care," he said, and let go of the arrow. It soon found a resting place right between Pippins eyes.
Amidst the screams and the agony of the town, Chris stood there, surrounded by flames. He clenched his fist. "I don't care," he said. "DO YOU HEAR ME WORLD!? I DON'T CARE!!!" Within a second, the entire town was engulfed in a huge explosion that erased it from existence forever.
"I don't care…"
All was well in the small kingdom of Andrast: kids were playing in the streets; housewives were shopping for groceries at the local market; and men went off to work. Life was just perfect, until he came. Laughter was replaced with screams; happiness became fear. Houses were set a flame in an instant. And in those flames lurked a creature of pure demonic power. One by one, villagers fell victim to this monster's blade. Those who tried to run were struck down by his swift arrows. His eyes were red with anger, just as his soul. He wanted revenge.
Pippin was fleeing away with the crowd to seek shelter in the castle. "Run!" cried a villager, "a demon has come." Arrows flew through the air, hitting many villagers in the back; one barely grazed Pippin's left ear. "We must hurry to the castle," he cried, "for we are defenseless out here." "What good can the castle do when we're up against this monster?" shouted a villager. "The castle has a blessing from Lord Cyphied himself," yelled Pippin, "no monster can come near anything blessed by Cyphied." More arrows flew through the air, killing several villagers in front of Pippin. Following the arrows was a ball of flame that soared over their heads. The heat from it was so immense that it burned most of the hair on Pippin's head.
The ball of fire landed in front of the crowd of fleeing villagers and erupted into a great dragon made entirely of flames. The villagers who were heading for the castle, including Pippin, fled in the opposite direction. The dragon let out a loud roar that shattered the windows of every building in town, then spat a fireball at the helpless villagers. More than half of the people were burned to a crisp. Their flesh turning to ash, and their eyes bubbling and popping right in their sockets. Pippin witnessed it all. He couldn't move, for he was frozen with fear. The surviving villagers left him behind, all of them too worried about themselves to pay any notice to an old fool like Pippin.
The dragon approached Pippin slowly. Its eye's fixed on him and nothing else. As the dragon got closer, it grew smaller and smaller. The flames were vanishing and from those flames emerged a figure that Pippin had seen not too long ago. "Christopher…" he said finally. Chris didn't answer, he increased his stride, grabbed Pippin by the collar of his shirt and held him against the wall of a nearby building. "P..Please!" cried Pippin, "what did I ever do to you." "What did you do to me?" said Chris in an angry tone. "You ruined my life! That's what you did you me!"
Chris threw Pippin on the ground and pulled out his bow and one arrow. "If you hadn't showed up with that stupid map, then Alex would still be with me," he said as he placed the arrow on the bow. Pippin was shaking from head to toe. "If you hadn't showed up with your stupid map, my life would still have meaning," continued Chris as he pulled back the string on his bow with the arrow held firmly between the middle and ring finger of his right hand. "I…" said Pippin in a shaky voice. "I'm sorry." Chris took aim. "I don't care," he said, and let go of the arrow. It soon found a resting place right between Pippins eyes.
Amidst the screams and the agony of the town, Chris stood there, surrounded by flames. He clenched his fist. "I don't care," he said. "DO YOU HEAR ME WORLD!? I DON'T CARE!!!" Within a second, the entire town was engulfed in a huge explosion that erased it from existence forever.
"I don't care…"