A/N: I'm sooo sorry for last the LONG wait. This chapter was a little harder to make than the last, and I had a little writer's block. Plus I had to keep rewriting this chapter so many times and having school to deal with. But anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. Let's see what happens next. again i did a little rewriting, i dont think i explained how he came to be the dark lord enough.

Chapter 6

Brother?! My brother?! How can this be possible?

Odette was in complete shock. Her eyes were wide as she tried to process what she had just been told. So many questions ran through her mind. How could she possibly have a brother? It just wasn't possible. She was an only child her whole life and her father never even once mentioned that she had a brother. Her father even said that she was his only child. This was the biggest surprise of her life, and not the good kind. Sargon, upon seeing her reaction, decided to speak further.

"That's right Odette," he said smugly. "The great Dark Lord, the scourge of the earth, is your dear older brother." Odette was still too much in shock to speak. Sargon's grin increased at his sweet sister's silence and he let out a small chuckle.

"This is a lot for you to take in, I understand," he said, not at all sympathetic. "But it's all true. I am your brother. I have wanted to see you for some time but things had to be taken care of first." Finally, after regaining her thoughts, Odette looked up at him and spoke.

"But how is this possible?" she asked, still not believing the news. "How can you be my brother? I was told that I was an only child." Sargon chuckled at this.

"I suppose that our father didn't consider me his child anymore after I invaded his kingdom," he said smoothly.

"You?" she asked astonished. "You were the one that invaded father's kingdom?" Sargon grinned and nodded. Odette was even more confused. When she heard the story of her father defeating a dark lord, she imagined him being older. "But how could you have invaded? That happened just before I was born. You can't be that old." The dark lord laughed loudly at his younger sister's statement.

"You're right, I'm not," he said. "Mother and father were only eighteen when I was born. Quite young for a monarchy don't you think. You were born sixteen years after me, just one day after the great battle of the Four Kings, as you well remember. I was only sixteen when I invaded. But I was fourteen when our father had me banished."

"Banished?" Odette asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Sargon nodded.

"That's right." He saw the questioning look on Odette's face. "Apparently our father didn't take too kindly of me learning the forbidden arts and using it for my own purpose." Odette's eyebrows narrowed at the mention of the source of the misery for her and her kingdom.

"Why?" she demanded. "Why would you use such a horrible thing for your selfish deeds?" Odette was beginning to grow angry. The very thought of using the forbidden arts made her blood start to boil. Both she and Derek have spent so long trying to get rid f it from their kingdom so it won't cause anymore misery. And now, here stood a man, that claims to be her brother, wields the very power that she has been trying to get rid of. Sargon smiled smugly at her before replying.

"Why not?" was all the Dark Lord said. And that answer made Odette's anger grow stronger. But she quickly calmed down as to not let her anger get the better of her. Odette had many questions going through her head, but one stood out more than others.

"How did you come by the forbidden arts?" she finally asked. Sargon was silent for a moment, trying to remember the details. Then he smiled as he looked back at Odette.

"Do you remember the old library back at our father's castle?" Odette frowned and nodded. Sargon smiled.

*Flashback*

Well, when I was twelve years old, I was in the library looking for a book; don't remember which one it was. I went to the back of the library to see if it would be there. And when I pulled back a certain book in the far back of the library that turned out to be a lever that opened a secret staircase. Of course, me being curious, I followed it down. I soon came to a large underground chamber, that looked like a laboratory, and that's when I saw it. There, standing in the middle of the room, sitting on a pedestal, was the forbidden arts itself.

I walked closer to it, not knowing exactly what it was, and reached out to touch it. But once my finger touched it, I felt a small shock. I pulled my hand away as I felt it become numb. But after the numbing sensation went away, I felt a surge of power flow through my body. It was incredible. I felt like a new person, and I liked it.

Then something else caught my eye. I looked over to me left at an old desk with a stack of five books upon it. I steeped closer to the desk to get a better look at the book on top. I picked it up and read the title of it. 'The Forbidden Arts' was all it said on the cover. I looked through it to see what it was about, I soon found out that the forbidden arts was also know for forbidden magic. I looked at the other books and they too, told of the forbidden arts. I couldn't read them here, for I knew that mother and father would be wondering where I was. So I took the books out of the chamber and brought them to my room so I could study them there. I read them every night and studied everything about the forbidden arts. And I have to admit, I was fascinated.

Over the next two years, I have trained with my new powers in secret. And as I trained, my powers grew stronger. My mind became more developed. I became more powerful than anyone could imagine in such a short amount of time. And every night I would study the books of the forbidden arts, sometimes reread the book all over again, focusing my mind around it. I was determined to master the forbidden arts.

Of course I had to lie about where I was going whenever I went out to train. I couldn't have people knowing what I was doing in my spare time. And I would take detours into the forest in case anybody just happened to be following me. It was called the 'forbidden arts', so obviously it was never meant to be practiced. But I didn't care. If I was going to be king, I was going to be the most powerful king of them all.

*Flashback End*

"So you see my dear sister," Sargon finished his story and silently stared at Odette, "that's how I came by the forbidden arts. And I must say it was the best thing that ever happened to me." Odette stared at her older brother for a few moments.

"So there was a secret chamber in our own castle this whole time?" she asked. The dark lord nodded.

"Yes, right under our father's nose, and the bastard never even suspected." Odette glared daggers at her brother at his comment of her father, but didn't speak of it. Sargon spoke again. "And no, it wasn't the same chamber Rothbart used when he commanded the forbidden arts. That chamber was destroyed when he was banished and lay beyond the castle walls. The chamber I discovered was never found and is probably untouched to this day." Odette was surprised. She never knew of the secret chamber in William's castle, let alone the one Rothbart used. But she decided not to ponder with that now and focused on her brother. She now knew of HOW he came by the forbidden arts, the question is: what did he do with it?

"What did you do with the forbidden arts to have father banish you?" she asked curiously, although she had a pretty good idea, without dropping the frown from her face. Sargon smiled wickedly.

"Let's just say that I used the forbidden arts to my advantage," he answered. "As I have said, I wanted to become the most powerful king the world has ever known. And I kind of wanted to demonstrate my power." Odette's eyebrows narrowed further. She was beginning to know where this story was heading. "There was a band of thieves that was hidden in the forest close to the kingdom…"

*Flashback Continues*

They have been terrorizing and raiding our villages for a while now. So father sent me and three dozen knights out to capture them. It was a test to see if I was worthy of being heir to the throne, or if I still needed more to learn. I was excited about it. I finally had the chance to prove myself as a worthy heir. Plus, I could also see how far I've progressed in training my powers.

We soon arrived at the bandit camp in the forest. And as it turned out, there were more than anticipated. They had us outnumbered five to one. But that didn't worry me, for I had a plan in mind. I ordered two dozen of my men to follow behind me on foot in three rows, eight men across, while the other remaining dozen would stay behind on horseback. Me and my men slowly sneaked closer to the camp to surprise them, and on my signal, I gave the order for them to attack. They fired their arrows upon the enemy, killing quite a few of the unsuspecting prey. After two more volleys, I gave the order to charge.

Everything happened so quickly. My men and I were fighting against greater odds, but I loved it. For some reason, with every man I cut down, my excitement grew. I was enjoying the battle. But as I looked around, I noticed that my men were starting to give. I hadn't noticed that we were fighting for a while, and my men were getting tired, and we still had many enemies around us. So I thought that I should end this battle quickly. I looked around towards the enemy bandits and smiled as they began to surround me. I knew that they were beginning to feel confident that they were going to win this battle. So I thought that I should shatter their spirits. I closed my eyes and quickly focused my energy within me into my hands. Then I could hear the bandits getting closer to me. So I opened my eyes as they began to glow red, and released the energy from my body and destroyed the enemies around me in a single motion. I looked around me and saw that I had just incinerated three fifths of their men. I saw the faces of the remaining bandits as they looked upon me with fear before they ran off into the forest. I was quite pleased to see the fear in their eyes as they ran away from me. It was invigorating. I looked back at my own men and saw that they had the same look in their eyes. But it didn't faze me. I ordered them to gather whatever treasures the bandits had and to return to the castle. Once we were back at the castle, I was feeling ecstatic. I had just won my first field battle, small as it was, and came out with not a single scratch. Plus, I had finally been able to test my abilities.

But for the next few days, things began to change. People were looking at me with fear instead of the love that they use to have. It was starting to bother me a little. No one wanted to come near me, and those that did, were very hesitant to do so. Even when I would train with the men, they would look at me as if I was going to do something horrible. I was starting to get mad about it. Then one day, four days after the battle with the bandits, father had summoned me to the throne room. He wanted to talk to me about my actions during the battle. I asked him what was wrong and he gave me a cold look. He said that what I did was unacceptable. How I used magic to destroy them in cold blood. And worst of all, it was with the forbidden arts. I asked him how did he know about them and I got my answer. He ordered a servant in with my books that I had in my room about the forbidden arts.

Father then looked at me again and said that the forbidden arts are an abomination and should never be practiced. He then took my books and threw them on the ground and set them on fire. I just stared at the flames, not moving an inch or showing any emotion, because honestly I didn't care. I had learned everything I could about those books and didn't have any use for them anymore. So father was actually doing me a favor by destroying them.

After the flames died down, father looks up at me. But seeing that I had no emotion showing on my face, he grows suspicious. He then asks me, "What do you have to say for yourself?" I looked at him with a blank face.

"What is there to say?" I said as a smile grew on my face. Father then grew angry as he ordered me to my room. I just stood there. Father grew angry and told me to do as he said.

"And if I don't," was all I said. This time father ordered two of the guards to take me to my room. But as soon as the guards went to grab me, I grabbed the on to me left, twisted his arm and threw him against the other. Then another two tried to seize me. I stepped in and did a side kick to each of their stomachs, knocking the wind out of both of them. Soon more came, and I easily took them all out. Then I was surrounded by a few dozen archers with their bows drawn. I looked at the men around me, eyeing their weapons, then I looked at my father with narrowed eyes. Father looked at me and shook his head.

"Are you going to come quietly or are you going to make this harder than it has to be?" father asked me. I was silent for a moment, just staring at my father. Then I smiled wickedly.

"Oh no, father," I replied. "I'm afraid you've just made this far too easy." And I released a firewall around me and incinerated the archers around me, just like I did with the bandits. Many parts f the throne room were in flames as I stood in the center of it all. Father stood at his throne and stared at me with fear in his eyes. I stared back at him and grinned. Then I laughed so wickedly that I could see that it sent chills down his spine. I looked back at my father while still grinning.

"Now you see father?!" I shouted. "The forbidden arts are a gift. They are what will make this kingdom strong. You are a weak fool for failing to realize that. I am far more powerful than you now!" I knew now that I was unbeatable. I was the most powerful being alive, and that no one could stop me. I laughed again, feeling invisible. I raised my right hand over my head, creating a fireball in my hand, prepared to deliver the final blow. As I was about to fire, everything went black. I later found out that it was my mother had sneaked up behind me and knocked me out with a club.

I soon woke up in a small room with bags and barrels around me. And for some reason, the room felt like it was moving up and down as I felt a throbbing on the back of my head. I went to rub the pain, but I couldn't move. I looked down and saw that I was bound together. I struggle against the bonds to see if they were real. Once I realized that they were, I grew angry. I destroyed the bonds around me and ran around towards the stairway on the far side of the room. Once I was reached the top, I soon found that I was on a large ship. I grew furious. I ran towards the stern to see if I could see land. I reached the stern and saw that we were a few miles of the coast. My blood boiled. I shouted across the sea, using the forbidden arts to enhance my voice, "YOU WILL REGRET THIS FATHER! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE! THE KINGDOM WILL BE MINE! AND SO WILL THE WORLD!"

Four months had passed since that day, during that time our ship had been attacked by pirates. They won that fight without much resistance from the sailors. But once they got to me, the captain tried to make me his cabin boy. Of course, I wasn't going to let some old sea trash order me around. Once I said I refused, he tried to force me to work, big mistake. I easily blew him onto pieces. The crew was so shocked at what they had just witnessed, the immediately surrendered to me. I became their new captain. I now commanded two ships; both the pirate crew and the sailors now served me. Soon after we were again attacked by pirates, but they soon surrendered to me. I now had three ships, each filled with a strong crew. We sailed across the seas to another landmass. I was getting a little tired from creating supplies for my men. So we sailed to a port to gather supplies. I ordered my sailors to gather what provisions we needed for the journey. And as my men were gathering supplies, I stopped at a local tavern to buy a drink. It wasn't that crowded, but there was still quite a few inside. I stopped at a table at the back corner with my back facing the wall, placed my hood over my head, and carefully watched the people around me. A wench came to me and asked if I wanted anything. Since I was still only fourteen, I only asked for some water and a hot meal. She wrote down the order and walked away. As I was waiting, I watched as the folks in the tavern talked. And a certain group of four men a couple of tables away from me caught my attention. I carefully listened in on their conversation without drawing attention to myself. The wench came back with my order and walked away. As I ate my meal, I studied the men in front of me.

They were big, muscular fellows that had all sorts of war paint on them. They wore sleeveless chainmail shirts with leather pants. The carried huge battle axes and horned helmets on their heads. One, I presumed to be the leader of the bunch, had a long dark brown bead and his messy heir just reached his shoulders. His cape was long and light tan while the others either had short brown ones or didn't have one at all. And the horns on his helmet were larger than the others. He also seemed to be cleaner than the rest of them. As I studied their features, I knew exactly who they were. They were the Saxon Raiders from the far north. And the one I was studying before was a Jarl.

I listened in on their conversation to see what they were up to. As I listened, I heard them chatting about certain things. Like how that they didn't have nearly as much loot as they would like to have from their raids on villages and towns. And that they needed to score something big to bring back home in order to stay on top. As I listened to their conversation, I began to think. This could be the perfect opportunity I needed. This could be the perfect revenge.

"What are we going to do sir?" asked one of the Saxons.

"I don't know," the Jarl replied. "But we need to think of something fast or it will be our hides."

"I think I can help," I finally spoke. The sea raiders turned to look at me. Then the stood up and placed their hands on their weapons. The Jarl stepped forward.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "And why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" I didn't flinch at his loud voice. I kept my hood over my head as I spoke to him with a smile.

"You speak loud enough I would hardly call it eavesdropping," I said. This seemed to tick him off quite a bit. He took out his battle axe from on his back and stepped forward to swing it at me. But before he could raise his axe, I quickly tossed my plate at him, causing him to stumble trying to dodge it. I took the advantage and grabbed his hand and twisted it, forcing him to drop his weapon. Then I front snapped kicked him in his chest, causing him to fall back and crash into the table. One of his men tried to attack me from my right side. He raised his sword over his head to bring it down on my head. But not before I side kicked him in his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. The two remaining men tried to come at me from both sides, thinking that at least one of them would get to me. Seeing this coming before it happened, I jumped up and kicked them both under their chins at the same time. They both fell to the floor dazed.

The Jarl tried to stand up when I stomped my foot onto his chest. I took out my sword and placed the point of the blade at his throat. The Jarl looked up at me with shock and fear. I could see drops of sweat on his forehead as he slightly trembled.

"Who are you?" he asked me. I smiled down at him before I removed my hood, giving him full view of my face. His eyes went wide upon seeing me. Now that he had full view of me, the fear in his eyes grew tenfold. Over the past two months of my banishment, word had spread of the deeds I had done and the power I possessed. But since my banishment, I had given myself a new name; one that would strike fear into the hearts of those who spoke it.

"I am Sargon," I said still smiling down at him. "And I was going to make a proposal before you and your men rudely interrupted me." I took my foot off his chest and stood back to let him up. "I think I have an idea that could make us both happy." The Jarl looked at me with interest.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked. I smiled wickedly as I spoke.

"How would you like to help me invade a rich kingdom?" I asked. The Jarl looked at me puzzled.

"Who are you planning to attack?" I smiled as if I were amused by his question.

"How about King William's kingdom?" The Jarl looked at me as if I was growing a second head.

"And how do you plan to do that?" he asked. "His kingdom is large and powerful. And we only have a few men that could face against an entire army." A moment of silence passed as I thought about his question.

"How many men do you have?" I asked him.

"One hundred and twenty," he replied.

"And I have only ninety six," I said. "And how many Jarls are there in your country?" he stood silent for a moment.

"Over two hundred," he answered. I smiled.

"I want you to gather every Jarl you can find and have them bring me their armies," I told the Jarl. "And I will reward you very handsomely." I took his right hand in mine and faced his palm upward. I raised my other hand a few centimeters over his and created a pile of gold in his hand. His eyes widened at the gold raining down from my hand to his. He quickly lifted his other hand to hold more gold in his palms. The smile f greed on his face told me that he was willing to do anything I asked. Knowing in had him, I made the gold disappear. The Jarl gasped when the gold disappeared from his hands, and then looked at me for an explanation. "…But only after the job is done." Though disappointed and a little angry, the Jarl nodded in agreement and ordered his men back to the ship. Soon my plan for revenge would be complete. I will invade father's kingdom and make it the start of my glorious empire.

Eight months later, he brought me all the men he could find. And what an army it was. He had brought me a hundred thousand men for the invasion. I was so impressed with his actions that I rewarded him three times the amount I promised. Now my plan could be put into effect. I would strike fast and swift across the kingdom, taking them by surprise. I prepared my army for the invasion, having a total eight generals to lead different sections of the army. The final preparations took about another five months, due to the fact that many of the soldiers were hired peasants. I could easily create the weapons we needed, but the men still needed proper training. I personally handled the training sessions when I was confident that others could handle that for me. But most of the army was unsure of whether to follow the orders of a child. But with the help of the forbidden arts, I soon scared them into submission and no one questioned me again. Soon the army was ready to set sail for my father's kingdom. The ships were stocked with supplies for the campaign and the men began to pile on board.

It took two months, but we soon reached the eastern beaches of William's kingdom. There was a small fort close to the beach with a small town close by. It was easily taken, as was expected. But what I didn't expect were two children riding away on a horse. I knew that they would report of the invasion to my father. The element of surprise was over. But it didn't matter. I had a foothold in my father's lands and my army was vast. I spent the next two months pillaging the lands and killing its people, and those that did survive wished they were; I made sure of that. I met with a few resistances here and there, but it was nothing I couldn't handle myself. Everything was going perfectly. But little I did I know that my father had sent word to other kingdoms asking for help. What a pathetic fool, couldn't handle a fight on his own. I knew had to work faster, for I knew that my father had many powerful friends, and who knew when they would be arriving. I forced my army to move quicker through the land to reach the capital city before reinforcements arrived to aid my father. But my men were growing tired, and winter was on its way. I had no choice but to slow down the pace, or risk losing my army, though I really didn't care. All I cared about was capturing my father's kingdom, but I needed my army to do so.

Around four months after I first attacked, two large armies from two different kingdoms had arrived. They were also being lead by their kings to join my father. They called themselves the Allied forces. Once I received word of their arrival, I ordered my spies to watch their movements. I soon found out that I still out numbered their forces by quite a significant amount. They only had around thirty five thousand soldiers, plus my father's fifteen thousand men. I had quite an advantage. But my men still needed rest during the winter months, and the snow was causing a problem for my men to march, so I was forced to halt the march for a while. But I had my scouts keep an eye on my enemy, watching their every move.

Three months later, once the winter months have ended and spring, my army was on the move again, much faster now. Nothing really happened during that time due to the terrible snow storms. But my army was on its feet again. I had only lost a few men during the winter, but nothing too bad, not that I cared. I still had a substantial amount of men. My army was close to the capital city by now, it was only another month before the kingdom was mine. But all that stood in my way was the strong fortress of Grundwall. It was the key point into winning this war. If I could capture that fortress, I could capture the kingdom with even greater ease. I knew that this would be a small challenge, but why send my whole army for the job? I ordered one of my generals to take twenty thousand men and destroy that fortress, and anyone who resides in or around it. He gladly accepted the job.

He left the next day to complete his mission. It would two weeks for me to hear the news of his success, one week to get there, and another to get back. So I was forced to wait, but not without having a little fun terrorizing the land while I did. I had raiding parties' scour the land and set ablaze any village close by and bring me anything of value they could find. But when they came back, there were fewer in numbers. I had sent out twenty raiding parties with a hundred men each. Only six came of them back, and they were few in numbers as well. They told me that many of my raiding parties have been ambushed by the allied forces and that they were forced to retreat. I was angry by the news. Not by the fact that my raids were unsuccessful or that the allies caught my men by surprise, but that my men had run away from battle in defeat. I had the leaders of the raiding parties incinerated for running from a fight. I told the rest of my army that failure was not acceptable. It was either they died in battle, or they died by my hand, and that would be a horrible fate. I later received word from my scouts that the army that I had sent to Grundwall had been destroyed. As it turned out, the Allies have been waiting for them. They set up an ambush around Grundwall, waiting for my men to approach. Their plan was to wait until they were distracted with the siege; then mounted a counter attack from the rear, taking them by surprise. My Saxon hordes were completely destroyed. But my scouts said that they took a substantial amount of the enemy as well, weakening their forces. But I knew that the Allies would continue to fight till the very end.

This was going to be a bit more challenging than I had thought. But it was something I expected. When facing a bigger foe, ambushing your enemy is a common tactic. And I must admit, it worked out pretty well for my enemy. But it was a tactic that wouldn't last long. I was only a few weeks away from the capital. And I was still traveling with a vast Saxon army. They wouldn't dare attack me with such odds against them. Well, not sneak attack anyway. But I knew that they were going to plan something. And I had a feeling I knew what it was. There was a large field between my position and the capital. It would be a perfect last stand for the Allies. My generals advised me to go around them and head for the capital itself and not waste time in this foolish battle. I told them that I would rather crush my enemies on the spot when I have the chance to. Killing my father and his royal friends would bring me great pleasure. It was there that we would have our final battle, the battle that would determine the fate of the whole kingdom.

I marched my army to meet my enemy. It took us a week, but when we reached it, the Allies were already waiting for me. The field was large enough to sustain both our armies. The field was long, lush, and green, surrounded by trees. On the east side of the field was a hill that I had control over. The rest of the area was on a lover elevation, giving me the uphill advantage. I gazed upon my enemies below me, seeing the colors of their flags. It was quite an impressive army, but they didn't have as many men as I had thought. I could only see around thirty five thousand, a fifth of the cavalry, a third of them archers, and the rest infantry. Whereas my numbers reached the numbers of eighty thousand, a fourth of them archers and the rest of them infantry. The Saxons were not the sort to use cavalry since they spent much of their time out at sea. I watched from my hilltop on my horse and looked at the terrain. The trees would provide excellent cover for the Allies. And since they were here first, I expected that they had more men within the trees. So I sent five thousand of my best infantry to guard my rear. And at a distance, I could see my father, King William.

I moved my men into formation bellow the hill top and waited for the Allies to make their first move. Then I noticed a white flag was being held high. It appeared that they wanted to negotiate terms. I smiled at this. They were trying to make a last effort to save their kingdom without more death. I didn't care for the lives of my men, but I wanted to at least hear what pitiful terms they wanted to discuss. I rode down the hill and ordered my generals to follow. The three kings, including my father, rode out to meet me. We met in the middle of the battle field. My father and the other two kings, King Jacob and King Dmitri, along with five other knights, approached me. Since I had my robes on and my hood and mask up, leaving only my eyes visible, they couldn't see my face and I was sure they didn't know my identity, only that I was a sorcerer leading a barbarian army. I waved my hand and one of my generals stepped forward and addressed the kings, demanding to know their terms. William then stepped forth and demanded that my army leaves his lands and to never return. My generals laughed at him, mocking him and saying that he had no power to demand such things. But my father wasn't fazed. He then asked for me to remove my helmet so he could at least know the face of the great warlord Sargon. I smiled at this. Since I had thought that this would be my father's last request; I should give him the honor of seeing his better. I slowly raised my hands to my hood and mask and removed them from my face. I looked my father directly in the eye and smile as I said, "Hello father."

The look on my father's face was priceless. His eyes grew twice as large when he gazed upon his enemy. He never expected it to be his own son. Jacob and Dmitri were equally surprised. They looked at each other in disbelief, then back at me. I was quite amused by the sight. They looked completely ridiculous. I should have expected this to be their reactions. The look of pure shock on their faces was too much for me to bear. I laughed at them. This seemed to bring them back to reality. Father was the first to recover and speak up.

"What are you doing here?!" he demanded. "You were banished from this kingdom!" I only smiled at my father. He truly was a fool.

"I told you that I would have my revenge," I said. "And to claim what is rightfully mine."

"But why are you doing this to the kingdom? To your people?" I just smirked at him.

"Why not?" I said without taking the smirk off my face. "I think it seems fun to torture the lives of my father's kingdom." I laughed at the thought of causing more harm to others. My father had a hurt look on his face before he replies.

"But these people have done nothing wrong to you, my son," he said to me. "These people are innocent and deserve to be treated with respect. You were once their loving prince." I grew angry at my father's insolence. He spoke to me as if I was still a small child, his child.

"That all Changed when you had me banished father!" I shouted at him. At this my father narrowed his eyes.

"You tried to kill me if I remember correctly," he scolded at me. "I told you that the forbidden arts only corrupt those who use it. What was I suppose to do? Let you corrupted this kingdom?" I smirked at him.

"Well father," I said to him. "You made an even bigger mistake by letting me live. You've only given me the chance to strengthen my power. Now it's time to finish this once and for all." Father glared at me.

"So be it." After that, we went to our own sides of the battlefield. Once I reached my men, I ordered my generals to get into position and prepare to attack. They all went their separate ways to different sections of the army, ordering the troops to get ready for battle. Once they got into position, I waited for my father to make the first move. I saw my father's own commanders getting into position as well, but at a slower rate. I took this opportunity to catch them while they were still unprepared. I gave the signal to order the army to advance down the hill. My generals ordered for the drums to sound, signaling the army to march. A little while down the hill, I ordered my troops to halt. I didn't want to give up my position on higher ground just yet. I wanted to draw them in closer, thinking I was going to come to them. I looked down the hill at my father's army. They were all in their battle formations and on the march up the hill. I saw my father leading the attack along with King Jacob, but I didn't see Dmitri anywhere. I wondered where he ran off to, but didn't ponder it for long. I figured that he left to lead the sneak attack on my rear flank as I suspected. I wasn't worried though because I had five thousand of my best warriors covering my main army. I gave another signal for my archers to advance ahead of the army with a few units of pike men in front. Once they were in position, I gave the signal for my commanders leading the units to order my archers to ready their arrows.

As the Allied army marched up the hill, my commanders ordered my archers to open fire upon them. But as they released their arrows, my enemies raised their shields over their head for cover, but my archers only managed to kill a few men. Another volley was fired upon them but they still advanced toward my lines. So I raised my arms to the sky and used a lot of my power to create a thunderstorm. It was meant to lower the Allies' morale once they witnessed the power I possessed. The thunder roared loudly and the winds blew hard as the rain poured down. I was surprised to see that none of the Allies were affected by this. But it didn't matter to me whether or not they were affected. Things would be going my way soon.

I smiled and gave the order for the first half of my lines to charge. My army gave a loud shout as they descended down the hill. As my lines grew closer to the enemy, the Allies halted their march and their infantry lowered their spears and pikes towards my men. Both sides clashed and the battle began. And since my men charged downhill, the force of the impact was enough to break through their lines. But since the rain poured hard on the field, the ground turned to mud and caused many of my men to slip and be impaled by the enemy spears. I lost quite a bit of men during the charge but the work was done. They broke through their lines and the battle would soon be mine. My men still outnumbered then and they would soon be too tired to continue to fight the rest of my men that had yet to join the battle. I looked upon the battle field and saw my father and King Jacob fighting valiantly on their horses against my men. They were great swordsmen, but it was going to take more than that to defeat me. But I was still pondering about Dmitri. I wondered if he really did take a substantial amount of men to take me from the rear as I thought he would. Maybe they had more men than I originally thought they did. But I wasn't going to worry about that now. I had a large force at my rear and I was more focused on destroying my enemies in front of me. I was eager to see their heads on spikes on top of the gates of my new kingdom. I drew my sword out and ordered the rest of my army to advance towards the enemy.

As my men rushed down the hill, I paced my horse so as not to slip on the muddy terrain and unnecessarily crash down to the ground. The battle continued as my men began to push the Allies back. I smiled at the wonderful sight. The battle was almost over and I could see victory not far behind. I charged the battle field on my stallion and killed as many of the Allies as possible. Seeing my opponents fall at the edge of my sword was invigorating. I had longed to drive my blade into the flesh of my enemies for a long while. The thrill of slicing flesh and hearing the screams of agony was pure pleasure to me. I loved the chaos of battle. I looked ahead of me and saw my father. I smiled wickedly as I began to make my way towards him, cutting down anyone that stood in my way. But as I drew closer to him, he made eye contact with me. I could see the sadness in his eyes as he gazed upon me. But I only had the thought of slicing his throat in that very moment. But before I could reach him, an arrow had struck my horse in the head and we collapsed to the ground. I quickly recovered and stood up. Once I was on my feet, I saw my father riding towards me. I took my sword and readied myself for the attack. Father brought his sword back behind him as to strike me down as he grew closer to me. I saw this attack coming and stepped to my right side just as he rode by, but not without striking the legs of his battle horse. As the horse collapsed on the muddy ground, my father was caught underneath it. I advanced towards my father and stepped on top of the horse looking down at my father. We made eye contact once again and stayed like that for a moment. Then I raised my sword with the point facing down at my father. I was about to deliver the final blow when someone tackled me from behind. We rolled on the ground as he released his grip on me due to the impact of us falling on the ground. I stood up to look at the attacker to see that it was King Jacob.

"You traitor!" he shouted at me before he charged. I grabbed my sword off the ground and blocked his attack. Our blades clashed over and over again. The sparks from the metal shined with every strike. With every attack that we made, a counter was formed. Although we were fighting at our fullest, I was gaining the upper hand. Then my father decided to join in the fun and it was two against one. This was the most challenging fight I had ever been in, but also the most fun. I was finally getting a chance to challenge myself and getting the chance to kill my father in one moment was invigorating. As the battle continued, I noticed that they were both getting slower and tired. I took this opportunity to kick Jacob away and finish my father off quickly. I kicked my father's right leg in and punched him in the face. He dropped his sword and stumbled to the ground. I then stood over him to, once again, deliver the final blow. I raised my sword and inch over his throat.

Then suddenly I heard trumpets in the distance. The sound seemed to be coming from behind my lines. I turned around to see what it was. My eyes grew wide as I saw Dmitri himself leading a host of cavalry towards my rear flank. I couldn't understand why this was happening. I had Five thousand of my best soldiers guarding my flanks. Then I realized that these were Saxons- sea raiders. They had no experience in fighting cavalry. I cursed at myself for forgetting such a simple flaw. Then I looked down at my father, who still lay on the ground at my feet. My hate for him grew stronger now. I raised my sword again, but I never got the chance to bring it down. I saw Jacob coming towards my left side. I stepped to the side and dodged his attack. Jacob helped my father to his feet and the battle continued. I took a quick glance at my rear flank only to see my army slowly getting picked apart. They had surrounded my army somehow and I was losing the battle. I continued the fight with my father and Jacob when I heard a horse approaching us. I turned to see that Dmitri was advancing towards me with his lance down. I smiled as I saw the attack coming. I stepped aside and stroke the legs of his horse, but Dmitri was already out of the seat before the horse collapsed. He took his sword out and stood next to me father and King Jacob. Things were not going well for me now. My army was being crushed and I was outnumbered by three Kings. I had to think of something fast. I was not going to be anyone's prisoner. I called out to my men.

"RETREAT!" I shouted. Then I delivered my final blow. I fired a fireball at my father to at least get my revenge. But Dmitri stepped in front of him and received the blow instead. I grunted in frustration but then smiled. At least I took out one of those fools, I thought to myself. Then I vanished in a flash of light away from the battle field. My army fled to their ships that had been moved to a closer location, but very few made it. Out of the hundreds of ships that landed, only one ship escaped, and I of course was on it. I was absolutely humiliated. I, the great warlord Sargon, was defeated by a foolish king. My anger boiled within my blood. My entire army was destroyed. Only a few dozen remained. How could this have happened? I was so careful with my planning. My only mistake was not taking into consideration that the Saxons had no battle experiences with horsemen. My plans were completely ruined, but not yet destroyed. I was still alive and well and would soon rebuild my forces and invade once again. I was not going to let one defeat stop me from becoming Emperor of the earth. My revenge would come soon enough. Then a terrible storm hit.

The storm went on for days and the ship couldn't take any more of it. On the fifth day of the storm, my ship crashed into large rocks. The ship was completely destroyed. I woke up on a beach in an unknown place, unsure of what to do. How long had I been unconscious? What was this place? Am I dead? So many questions ran through my mind. I wondered the coast line for a few hours, searching for food. The land looked barren and lifeless. My powers were too weak for me to create anything. night was soon approaching and I needed to find shelter. I found a tree that I could clime in for the night and stay off the ground. The next morning I decided to travel further inland and search more. A few hours latter, with no luck of finding food, I began to feel weaker. I collapsed on the ground from pure exhaustion, but remain conscious. Then I began to hear noises all around me. They seemed quiet at first. I thought it was just my imagination. But then they began to grow louder. The sound of growling and snarling began to fill my ears. I began to see things moving around me. My vision was blurry so i couldn't make out the shapes. But I knew I wasn't imagining it because they began to move closer to me, and there were more of them. They had completely surrounded me but I was too exhausted to move. But as they drew closer, I made one last effort to use my powers to drive them off. I stood up and shouted with all my might as I created a force that pushed the figures back. Then everything went black.

I woke in a complete daze. Everything was blurry. All I knew was that I awoke on what seemed to be a bed. It was a mattress made up of different types of fur on the floor. Once my vision became clear, I looked around the room. I was in a corner of a large stone room that was almost empty. There was an old wooden table in the middle of the room. Lit torches hung on each side of the the wall at the opposite end of me was what looked like to be a map. A large bookshelf was next to it and a few reddish cloths hung on the walls all around. Everything in the room look old and the room itself looked to be in ruin. By the same wall where I lay was a window. I slowly stood up and mad my way towards the window. It seemed to be around noon because it was light out and it was in the late evening when I blacked out. I looked out the window into the bright light. Once I could see clearly, I astonished by what I saw. I was in a HUGE ruin castle. It was the tallest structure I had ever seen. Far bigger than my father's castle. I looked out into the landscape and saw that it was as barren as I had thought. The dessert went as far as I could see, and beyond. But it wasn't like most deserts. the terrain had a greyish color to it and the dark clouds added to the color. The mountains that spread across the land also had the same gloomy texture. I turned around to look at the table to see a tray of food, or at least what I thought was food. It had some sort of meat on it, but it wasn't cooked. With what little strength I had in me, I used my powers to start a small fire to cook my meat. As I ate my food, the door opened. I turned around quickly to see my captures. But what I saw stunned me. There, in front of me, stood five horrifying, green creatures, two on each side and one large one. I stood ready to fight. But then something strange happened; they slowly dropped to the ground and bowed to me. At First I didn't know what to think. Could these be the same creatures that I had seen just before I fell unconscious? This all seemed strange to me. Then the larger creature raised its head to me and said something that sounded like "master."

The next few weeks I stayed with these creatures, that I soon learned to be Goblins. The larger Goblin that first spoke to me told me his name was Krugnor. He also told me of their history. As it turns out, the goblins have been looking for a master for a long time. But they couldn't pick just any leader, they had to be a powerful sorcerer with the power of the forbidden arts. But when their last master was killed a few centuries ago, they were forced to fend for themselves. They weren't as smart as humans, but they knew how to survive in this barren landscape. This was actually the type of terrain that they preferred to others. The Goblins have no love of daylight and the dark clouds provided just the cover. But when it came to food, they would sometimes hunt for it or raid any nearby nomadic groups that dared to venture into these forsaken lands, and a lot more showed up than was expected. But now that they have finally found a master, they could become the strong race that they once were. And I was going to just that, and more. I had plans for these creatures, BIG plans. I had Krugnor gather all the Goblins he could and bring them to this castle to have it rebuilt. Once complete, I would begin to build my armies once again. But this time, they would be the strongest force this world has ever seen. It took five years to have the Castle rebuilt. But once it was completed, it was the finest Fortress I had ever seen. I asked Krugnor if the castle had a name. Once he told me it didn't, I knew the perfect name for it.

The Fortress of Pyro' Morte.

Once I had everything to perfection. I had my armies invade nearby Kingdoms and destroyed everything in their path. After many years of my reign, the people began to whisper my name with terror. They spoke of my power and the terror I brought to the land. I was so well feared that I soon accepted the name of Dark Lord.

*Flashback Ends*

"So now you know of my past, dear sister," the Dark lord finished telling his tale. "I do hope that I made things clear for you." Odette was astonished, and not in a good way. She almost couldn't believe the story she had just heard. But everything that he said made sense. But She still couldn't believe that this horrible monster was her brother. Sargon then shifted his gaze passed Odette to look at the other two sitting next to Derek, who was now sitting upright trying to stand up. "Jacob!" he said in a fake enthusiastic voice. "I had almost forgotten that you were here. How wonderful it is to see you again." Jacob only glared at him.

"Too bad I can't say the same," he replied in a venomous tone. But Sargon didn't flinch and only smiled.

"Now now," he began in a casual voice. "Is that any way to talk to your best student?"

"YOU ARE NO STUDENT OF MINE!" Jacob shouted as he rose from the ground. "You lost that right when you betrayed William!" The dark lord just smiled and stared at his former master. He then chuckled and lowered his head towards to floor.

"What can I say?" he said plainly, and then looked back at Jacob. "He honestly wasn't fit to be king. I was the one with the power and knew plenty of how to run a kingdom."

"By using fear?!" Jacob shouted coldly. Sargon grinned and shrugged.

"Whatever works best," he replied. Jacob glared daggers at him but remained silent. There was nothing else to be said. Every word said by the Dark Lord made Jacob's blood boil. Sargon always had a way of playing with his enemies, trying to get them to make the first move. Jacob may have been Sargon's master, but he knew that his chances of winning this fight were very slim. So he remained silent. Odette looked from Jacob to Sargon and back again.

"You know him?" she asked Jacob. The king lowered his eyes towards the ground and narrowed his eyebrows.

"Unfortunately yes," Jacob replied. "When he was much younger, I would train in hand to hand combat."

"And I was quiet a fast learner I might add," Sargon cut in. Jacob glared at him.

"Yes you were," he said. "But you never learned the whole purpose of my teachings. You only sought to use your skills to harm others and I regret everything I have done for you after you betrayed us!" The Dark Lord only chuckled at his remark.

"Well, can't change the past can we?" Sargon said. Just then another voice was heard.

"So you're the one that killed my father?" All eyes turned to Derek, who was struggling to get off the floor. He had heard the whole story and was furious at the man that stood in his castle for the crimes he committed. And now learning that the man that killed his father was right here in front of him sent his blood boiling through the roof. Sargon saw the look in the young prince's eyes and grinned.

"Maybe," he taunted. "I killed a lot of men during that time." This statement made Derek angrier.

"DON'T PLAY DUMB!" Derek shouted. "You were the one that killed my father, King Dmitri!" Sargon gave a fake surprised look on his face.

"Really? That was your father?" he said sarcastically, and then he shrugged. "Well I shouldn't be surprised; you share the same amount of brain cells and skills in battle. Both, I have to say, not very impressive." That did it. Derek lost all sense of composer and stepped towards the Dark lord, but he didn't get very far. Jacob had already wrapped his arms around Derek in order to stop him from making another foolish mistake.

"Let me go!" demanded Derek, struggling in Jacob's grip. "He killed my father! And now he mocks him!"

"Don't make the same mistake twice Derek," Jacob whispered loudly in his ear. "He likes to use his words to taunt you into making a foolish mistake. Don't listen to his words." Odette walked over to her husband and placed her hands on his cheeks.

"Derek," she said in a calm, sweet voice. "You must calm down. Everything will be fine." Although she said it, she didn't really believe her own words. But this seemed to calm Derek down as he looked into the eyes of his true love. His shoulders relaxed and released a deep breath. Jacob, after feeling Derek relax a little, slowly released Derek from his grasp. After Derek calmed down, Odette turned around to face her older brother.

"What do you want from us?" she asked with a hint of hate in her voice. Sargon smiled and replied.

"All I want from you, my dear Odette…" he paused. "…Is your soul."

A/N: Again, I'm sooooo sorry for the long wait. It's not easy going into detail and being brief about the war in the past. And just to let you guys know, I wanted the flash backs to be more of a memory of the past instead of Sargon going that much into detail of his past. Hope you guys enjoyed going into the Dark lords past. Who knows what will come in the future?