Sparda's Revenge: Story 2
A year had gone by since Sparda had encountered that horrible day that plague him every waking moment of his life. He now sailed the oceans and seas across Azarath in hopes of escaping his past. Argoton was all that he could think about as he sailed to new lands in hopes that everyone had forgotten him. Those who accompanied him were those who Sparda saved from the Hydra and the undead. With over fifty men and women on board, Sparda once again ruled a rather small amount. They knew of what Sparda had done but entrusted him after saving their lives. The women and slave women took turns to be taken into Sparda's bed to entertain him. But all the wine he drank or the woman that satisfied him couldn't make him forget or ease the horror of his life. By now, Sparda had gotten use to the pain of his nightmares every waking moment. One night, Sparda awoke once more to the pain of shame. Sitting up in bed, he placed his head into his hands. The two women sleeping in his bed murmured as he stood up to exit his cabin. He walked to the deck of the ship and leaned against the railing. He stared into the gently sea as it rocked the ship around. The stars glimmered their reflection off the sea that Sparda grew to admire. As he watched, his eyelids became heavy and started to cave in. If it wasn't for a mystical white light, Sparda would of fallen asleep in that instance. Sparda place his hand to block out the bright light that showered in front of him. As the light slowly faded, a figure appeared in front of Sparda just floating outside the rail of the ship. Sparda stepped back as a shocked expression formed on his face.
Sparda "Sareena."
A woman in ghostly white armor and skin stood in front of Sparda. Her short hear was tied up in a bun and her eyes where a faint gray. On her back laid a great white sword and a shield increased in so much detail. Under her arm, a grand helmet was held that she rarely took off. She made no movements whatsoever as Sparda face started to turn from shocked, to anger. She vanished the instant but reappeared in front of a cabin door. Sparda turned and ran toward the mystical God. Sareena didn't wait for Sparda to attack her, but entered the cabin. Full of rage, Sparda broke down the wooden door and entered the small praying cabin. Inside, there was no one except the statue of Gods including Sareena. Sparda walked up to the statue and stared at it as in hopes that it would animate. The statues eyes cracked open as it glowed a powerful gray. Only her eyes and mouth moved as she took the form of that statue.
Sparda: "Sareena! I have served the Gods all my life and I asked nothing in return. I even served you when I vowed not to serve another God! When I asked for your help, you spat on me as a dog! For that, I asked Argoton for his assistance but only to be cursed for all my life!" (Hesitating) "Why? Why weren't you the one instead of Argoton to assist me?"
Sareena: "I am sorry Sparda with all my heart. I know my words and apologize will never cure what has happened to you. But I haven't come here to explain myself for something I shouldn't be blamed for. I have come to help you."
Sparda: "What is it that you could cure me from."
Sareena: "Your pain, what you've done, and your revenge."
Sparda looked at her as he raised his eyebrow.
Sareena: "We request a task of you Sparda, your greatest challenge awaits... in Artines. Where even now, my brother, Argoton lays siege. As we speak, Artines is on the verge of destruction. It is the will of Argoton that my great city falls. Elder God has forbidden the gods from waging war on each other. That is why it must be you, Sparda. Only a mortal, trained by a god has a chance at defeating Argoton. All though I have my doubts about you being a moral."
Sparda looked at he with his head backing away.
Sparda "And if I am able to do this, to kill a god, then the visions… they will end?"
Sareena: "Complete this final task, and the past that consumes you will be forgiven."
With those final words, the statue of Sareena closed its eyes and remained inanimate. Sparda went back to his cabin and though all through out the night. He will finally get his revenge against the God that destroyed him. When morning broke out, Sparda issued to his men that the will sat course to the great legendary city of Artines