Author's Note: Just so that you are aware, I edited the first chapter in part one. The entire thing with the schoolyard bullies never sat right with me so I changed it, please tell me what you think! Is it better? Worse?

I also realized that this entire time I have been spelling Sepulchure's name wrong. *headdesk* I will be fixing that asap.

The Legacy of a Hero

Part Two: A Path is Chosen

Chapter Three

Twilly ran toward Falconreach to aid them in their struggle. "Twilly wait!" Raven called as she chased after him. Despite having tiny legs, the moglin could really put on some speed.

As they neared the town, Raven could make out the figures of townsfolk running through the streets, putting out fires and trying to battle their attackers. When Raven was able to see who it was that was causing the panic, she almost tripped in shock and horror.

Undead soldiers, as far as the eye could see, were slashing the people and burning their homes. It's not possible! She thought in horror. How could he amass an army this size in so little time!

Twilly rushed up to the nearest undead soldier and hit it with his staff. Following his lead, Raven clotheslined an undead running toward them, knocking off its head and rendering it a useless pile of bones as her weakened staff creaked in protest. More undead rushed toward the moglin and the mage, too many to count. For several moments Raven was a blur, fighting her hardest just to stay alive and sorely wishing she had some form of blade to aid her as her staff grew ever weaker from the strain of fierce battle.

She was forced to give ground to prevent the undead from surrounding her but in the fight she had gotten turned around and didn't realize that she had backed further into the town where the battle was the fiercest until it was far too late to correct her error. "Twilly!" She shouted for her companion but received no reply.

Worried the little moglin would be stepped on or killed in some other horrific way she shouted again. "TWILLY!" Still no answer. Desperate, Raven tried to cut her way back to where she last saw the moglin but the attacking undead soldiers were far too thick to allow her passage. She cast spells as fast as she could and countless undead fell at her feet but it seemed that no matter how fast she fought, every two undead she killed were replaced by six more.

A bonefire sent a raging inferno at her head but Raven ducked and blocked the attack from an axe wielding soldier. Its axe collided with her staff and the wood reached its breaking point. With a loud crack Raven's staff split in two and she was left defenseless. Quickly casting a shield around herself to buy some time Raven grabbed the top part of her staff and raised her palm just as the weak shield collapsed. The bonefire and the shoulder blades were both sent flying as a mighty wind pushed them back, and Raven turned around after hearing an undead behind her.

She saw the attack coming, but was unable to avoid it in time.

A rusted spear sailed through the air and shot through her chest, piercing her heart in a fatal wound.

Raven stood in shock at what just happened, then looked down at her chest to see her own blood pouring out of her flesh. The broken staff slipped from her fingers but she didn't notice. Everything around her seemed to grow dim, and her knees were as unstable as the legs of a newborn foal.

She fell to her knees and was vaguely aware of an undead soldier approaching her, its sword lifted high to ensure that the spear did its deadly work.

The soldier slowed its approach and finally stopped, but Raven did not notice. She was too busy gazing looking at the moon, the moon that seemed to rapidly grow darker with every shaky breath she took. The black crept in, and she was unable to fight it.

Her chest screamed in protest as the spear was removed from her heart, but Raven did not feel it. She was aware that it had happened, but it all seemed so distant, so far away.

Suddenly, the dim moon grew brighter again! Strength returned to her as the shadows of death fled and Raven slowly sat up. Looking down at her chest, she realized that the wound was closed, she was healed! The blood soaked robes stuck to her skin as she looked around for Twilly, surely this was his doing!

But what she found was far from what she expected. The undead soldier that was approaching for the kill stood over her, his sword still raised but he did not end her life. Instead, he stood rock still, as if frozen in time. A few other undead shared his fate, but beyond that the battle raged on in full swing. It was as if Raven was caught in a time bubble, and all inside except her were frozen in time.

A bronze and blue blade flashed before her vision and Raven looked up in time to see the undead collapse before her, and standing…no, hovering above the ground a man in bronze armor floated.

"I thought you could use a hand." He said boldly. "Who are you?" Raven asked, then took a closer look at his armor. "What are you?"

His chest had a light blue transparent plate on it, and through it she saw a ticking clock. His shoulders were protected by the same strange plate and a flowing blue cape fell from his back, perfectly matching his armor both in color and style. A thick broadsword extended from his left hand, the same light blue was used for the blade, and was reinforced by bronze plating running up the center and encasing the hilt and pommel of the sword. His face was concealed by a bronze helm, but the blue transparent plating was used for the visor and his blue eyes shone though.

"The name is Razor, and I am a chronomancer." He said, offering her his hand. Taking it, Raven stood and asked. "A what?" "Chronomancer." He repeated. "A manipulator of time. I bend the flow of time to my will, it is how this…" he waved is hand to include the strange time bubble around them. "…is possible." "And you are a healer too?" Raven asked. "No, I simply reversed time to back before you were injured. As it stands, the spear never hit you." "But all the blood…" Raven looked down at her robes and was shocked to find them dry and clean, exactly as they were before the spear pierced her heart. "Is gone?" "It was never there to begin with." Razor replied.

"I hate to leave you in such a state of confusion, but we have a war to win." He replied. Suddenly remembering the town and its attackers, Raven quickly glanced around for a weapon to replace her staff. Seeing none, she was forced to settle for the axe that was once wielded by an attacking soldier. She nodded to Razor, signaling she was ready, and with a wave of his hand the bubble disappeared and sounds and chaos of battle returned in force.

She fought alongside Razor, each guarding the other's back as the battle grew in intensity. There was no end to the waves of undead, they kept coming and coming and coming. She stood on a large pile of bones as there was no room for her to move, and was now almost a full head over the undead. Razor floated behind her, his blade singing has he cut down soldier after soldier. In the distance, Raven saw a massive tidal wave tear through the undead, the water literally ripping them apart!

The cause of the great wall of water seemed to float about the ground. Whereas Razor hovered more than floated as if lifted by some kind of device, this stranger floated is if the air were made of water. He was covered in bluish green skin that resembled a scaleless fish, and had a grayish purple armor like a crab covering his legs and chest. One arm was a claw like a lobster would have, the other a tentacle grasping a large light blue double headed axe with golden orbs embedded in the blade. His face was covered by a large helm, the same color as his armor, which resembled a dragon's head, a terrifying grin frozen in place.

What kind of people live in this town? She thought as the stranger continued to slaughter the undead with the mighty power of water. As she fought, Raven looked around the battlefield searching for a familiar class. To her left, she managed to catch a glimpse of a mage fighting bravely against the undead. Relieved that she was not the only one without some strange and unfamiliar armor, Raven went back to fighting only to see a large, red crescent shaped wave tear through the undead in front of her. She stood in horror at what she had just seen, memories of her fight with Sepulchure days earlier racing through her mind as she remembered when he sent that same attack rushing toward her.

Raven turned, unsure if she should fight or run like hell. But Sepulchure was not the one standing in the midst of shattered bones, it was the mage. Her long, sea green hair blew in the wind and she nodded to Raven in greeting before continuing her fight. She wielded a black staff topped with a human skull, spell after spell flying from her palm as her dark purple robes swirled around her.

She knows the same skills Sepulchure does! Raven though in shock. More undead pressed forward and Raven was forced to temporarily abandon all thoughts of the mage to concentrate on the fight.

Hours passed, during which time Raven saw a man dressed in the same blood red armor as Sepulchure, but his silver sword was on fire, as was his head. His flesh was burned away and his skull dyed black by the flames, amazingly, this did not kill him. If anything it seemed to make him stronger. He sent a wall of fire to consume the undead, laughing as their bones were reduced to ash. Right beside him, a man wearing the same armor cut through the waves with… a fish? A blood red cape flowed from his back and he wore the same helm as the one who attacked with water only it was red like his armor. A black portal opened when he raised his fist and a demon like creature rushed out, grabbed three undead soldiers, and rushed back inside the portal as it closed.

A massive ice sickle fell from the night sky, blocking her view of the two men. It was as big around as she was and pierced an undead soldier, shattering into thousands of sharp ice shards, making all undead in the surrounding area turn into glittering pincushions. Entire waves fell from the shards and a man stepped into the circle of shattered bones and ice. Despite the war raging around her, Raven could not help but stare at him; he was unlike any she had seen before.

His light gray hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and his face sunken in and pale white. His light gray robes swirled around him as he walked, and the light blue flames embroidered on it seemed to dance and laugh with every step. In his right hand a blue flame flickered, and in his left a Yari was held, its shaft perfectly matching the man's robes. The blade glittered in the fading moonlight as Razor hailed him.

"Admakir! It's good to see you my friend!" Admakir fought his way over to their position and spoke. "You too Razor, it's been far too long." Then to Raven he said. "Greetings mage, I do not believe I have seen you before." "You haven't." She replied. "I was traveling this way and decided to help. I am Raven by the way." "Admakir is mine, and I can see from your expression that you have never seen one of my kind before. I am of the Ickakein race." "What?" Raven asked, confused. "Ickakein, we are similar to humans in many ways so there is no need for you to feel any discomfort. I speak for all of Falconreach when I say your help is greatly appreciated." "Thank you Admakir, I will do all I can to aid you in this fight."

Before long, the battle seemed to lessen in intensity; they were finally starting to push back the waves of undead soldiers.

Just as Raven was thinking this, all around her, bones started shifting and reanimating. Three undead rose up from where they had fallen and started attacking the others. Raven paused to stare at the three undead as they turned against their own kind and fought for the town. They did not last long against their brethren and soon were cut down once again. A man wearing a sickly looking armor with the skulls of strange creatures protecting the shoulders arms and knees floated over the bones. Blue dragon wings sprouted from his back, and he wielded a strange bronze staff with a metal U on the top, one end of the U red and the other blue. A shield looking piece of metal stuck out from the base of the staff.

"Mayor Rayf has ordered us to come to a meeting in the inn." The necromancer said. "A meeting? We are in the middle of a war for Zeuster's sake!" Razor responded. "He said we have pushed back the undead far enough for the knights to handle it while we discuss who is behind the attacks."

"Oh good! While we sit back and relax, drinking tea and discussing who is behind the attack on Falconreach the undead are going to take back the ground they lost. The meeting is pointless and a waste of valuable time!" The mage said as she approached. "Easy Dantea, perhaps the mayor has found a peaceful solution to the war?" Admakir said. "Fine." She grumbled. Killing one last undead she walked toward the inn, Razor, Raven, Admakir and the necromancer following.

Several townsfolk gathered in small groups, talking amongst themselves. The man with the light blue axe and blue armor floated in a corner, waiting for the meeting to begin. Razor hovered over to his side and greeted him. "How goes it Vorthos?" He asked. "It was going fine until I was rudely interrupted by…" he waved his claw around the room. "…this. We do not have time to waste on this pathetic meeting."

"That's what I said." Dantea replied, causing Admakir to sigh. The two men with matching red armor entered through the doorway and walked toward them. The one wielding a fish groaned and said. "Remind me again why we are here?" "We are here to take a break from fighting so that the undead can overrun the town and reduce it to ash." Dantea replied calmly.

Chuckling to himself, he said back. "That sound about right." Then looking at Raven he asked. "Who is your friend Razor?" "I am more interested in who you are, and why you wear the same armor as Sepulchure does." Raven said. "The Doom Knight armor? I wear it because it is the most powerful armor in all of Lore. Just because I look like Sepulchure does not mean I act like him." He reassured her. "I see. I am Raven." She said, holding out her hand. He shook it and replied. "My name is Wolfencreek." The Doom Knight next to him, the one with the flaming sword and head said. "I am Imaru." "Dantea." "Liam." Said the mage and the necromancer respectively. "My name is Vorthos, and in case you were wondering, I am a Kathool Adept." "What is a Kathool Adept?" Raven asked. Vorthos shrugged. "It's a long story."

"Everyone take a seat! The meeting has begun!" A man with dark green hair and a dark purple top hat shouted. Raven assumed he was the mayor. Good night his outfit is tacky! She thought. He wore a maroon shirt with royal blue pants, and a large white flower pinned on his chest. Beside her, Dantea coughed loudly. "Lame!" She shouted in between coughs. Snickers filled the room as the mayor glared at her. Dantea gave him an innocent smile and he continued.

"We are here to discuss the war that has befallen our fair town." He said. "Why discus it? We should be out there fighting it!" Imaru shouted. Mummers of agreement rippled through all present. "Because we need to figure out who is behind the attacks and why!" Mayor Rayf shouted back. Imaru rolled his eyes and Razor said. "Who cares?" "I do." Admakir spoke up. "I do not want to see anymore blood shed than what has already been spilt in this war." "You cannot reason with evil Admakir, you can only destroy it." Vorthos said. "How do we know it is an evil is attacking us?" Admakir countered. "Why else would they attack our town without provocation?" Imaru said, joining the conversation.

Ignoring them, Mayor Rayf said loudly. "Because they are undead soldiers, we can only assume that Zorbak is behind all this." "Zorbak only attacks on Friday the 13th; he is not the one behind it." Dantea said. "Well obviously, he decided to attack now." The Mayor said. In her seat, Raven quietly said. "Zorbak is not the one attacking us, it is Sepulchure." Mayor Rayf babbled on, but she was not listening. "Why do you think it is Sepulchure?" Liam whispered back. "I don't think it is, I know it is!" She hissed trough her teeth. "He wants the Black Dragon Box." His eyes widened. "The Black Dragon Box? The one that holds the dragon destined to destroy Lore?" Liam whispered. "How did it come to Falconreach?" "Destroy Lore? How do you know? Maybe that dragon will be the one to save Lore." Raven whispered defensively, ignoring his question.

"…it is for this reason that all present here make a generous donation to the treasury." Mayor Rayf's said. "Enough of this!" Wolfencreek grumbled. Getting up, he turned and walked out the door fish at the ready. Imaru and Vorthos followed him.

"Where are you going? This meeting is not over!" The Mayor shouted at their backs. "This meeting is pointless and a waste of time!" Razor shouted and followed his friends out the door. "I agree!" Dantea said before she too disappeared outside.

"Are you coming Raven?" Liam asked as he too stood and prepared to leave. Nodding, she said. "Right behind you." "Mage! Wait just a moment please!" A voice called. Turning, Raven saw a man, a blacksmith judging from his attire, rush toward them. He had shaggy brown hair and a full brown beard. "I saw what happened outside and though you might need this." He said, holding out a staff. It was a wooden staff, though it was wrapped in leather both for comfort and strength. On the top a white crescent moon rested. "It is called the Mooncalling Staff, it specializes in the element of light, something the undead are weak to." He explained. Taking the staff, Raven said. "Thank you, how much gold is it?" "None, we need heroes to defend this town and it is my honor to ensure they have the proper equipment." "Wow, thank you so much!" The blacksmith nodded and said. "Don't mention it; I am Yulgar by the way." "Raven." She replied. "Come on Ray, we got a war to win!" Liam shouted from across the room. Rushing to his side, she quickly said. "Don't call me Ray. Let's go!"

Once outside, Raven and Liam stood beside the others and looked around for the undead. "Where did they go?" She asked. Admakir emerged from the inn, frowning as he approached the others. "They are regrouping for a second attack." Vorthos answered. "Here they come!" Dantea exclaimed. Charging down the main street, was an unbroken line of undead, far too many to count. "They will all burn!" Imaru hissed, the flames on his sword growing hotter.

Raven looked down the line of heroes. Dantea stood the farthest away from her, then closer was Razor, then Vorthos, Imaru, herself, and on her left stood Liam and Admakir. Shoulder to shoulder they formed a line of defense against the charging undead. Each looked at the other and murmured words of encouragement. Raven looked toward a cliff overlooking the town, and saw a familiar figure. Bathed in the lighted of the rising sun, stood Sepulchure. He silently watched his army approach the eight heroes.

Turning toward the undead, Raven lifted her staff and prepared for the onslaught. As one united force the heroes charged toward the undead, yelling as they went. All except Imaru, who was laughing like a madman. With a mighty clash, the two forces met and the battle began.

Author's Note: Special thanks to Trapper King, Baron Dante, 777 lugia, saber1001, Shinobi Shadowmaster, wolfencreek, and guthixnite on the official DragonFable forums for allowing me to use their characters: Vorthos, Dantea, Liam, Imaru, Admakir, Wolfencreek, and Razor respectively.