Author: Hello readers and writers alike! BlackChaos here! Come on, give me some props! (Applause) Thank you! All right, enough of the smugness, I despise smug people! Anyway, this chapter may be short, but it'll give some insight as to why Haar left. This is going to be a chapter composed entirely around the sleepy-eyed wyvern Lord. By the way, as an advertisement, for those who like Kingdom Hearts, check out my other fics, Organization Chaotica, and Fiery Bonds: Memories and a Nobody. Enjoy! BlackChaos, out.

Chapter 4

The Legacy

A young commander Shihiram was in a duel. Not just any duel, but a duel to determine his worth to Daein. Haar watched this fight, and was amazed at the way his leader fought against the rider.

The battle waged on for some time, leaving scraps and scars on both sides. Eventually, Ashnard stepped in.

"Enough! I believe you will be of worth to us."

Shihiram bowed his head.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Enough. You will surrender that weapon to me." Ashnard said as he stared at the axe in the Wyvern Lord's hand.

"This, sir?"

"Yes. A beautiful axe such as that doesn't belong in the hands of pawns."

"This, this is my family's treasure!"

"I said give it to me, or is it worth more than Daein to you?"

Shihiram struggled, and gave the beautiful golden and cerulean axe to the king.

"Lock it in the fort!" The guards took the axe, and locked it away, in a fort to the West, in a series of mountains...

That was many years ago. Haar watched as his leader gave up the pride of his family, and vowed after his death, he would bring it back to Jill. It was hers by right.

Haar's descent to the fort hastened, and he was eventually a mere few hundred feet over the fort, miraculously unnoticed.

"Now then, we must be silent."

Slowly, the wyvern lowered itself onto the fort, and Haar demounted from atop the beast.

Slowly, Haar climbed down into an open window, and entered a room filled with gold furnishings. However, he scanned them over until he saw what he wanted. He walked forward, and took it, the Fizzart Axe. He climbed back up to the roof, and had the beast gently grasp the axe in its teeth.

"Take this to Jill, let nothing get in your way."

The wyvern lowered its head, expecting its master to climb atop it, but Haar shook his head.

"No, this is where our paths split, my friend. You've served me well, just fulfill this last request, and you shall be free."

The wyvern quietly grunted, and silently lifted off into the air, flying back toward the camp.

Pulling out a pair of axes, Haar just smirked.

"They've dishonored the Fizzarts, they shall pay." He jumped down from the fort, and began to slay the soldiers, in a bloody dance of death. Haar may have been a Wyvern Lord, but on foot, his was a deadly axe-hand.

Another day rose, and Tauroneo stepped out from his tent. However, outside, it was not a pleasant sight.

"Sir Ike!" Tauroneo roared at the top of his lungs.

Ike came running from his tent, and didn't even get to ask, he just saw, the trees layered in blood ahead.

Running forward, Ike immediately shot an arrow of fire into the air, and called for a horn to be blown, signaling all the teams to gather.

"Get Jill."

"Of course." Tauroneo ran off to grab the Wyvern Lord, who returned, covering her mouth, as tears ran down her eyes.

In the center of the trees, lay Haar's once proud wyvern, battered and broken, with arrows piercing it's heart, and laying at the base of said tree, lay the Fizzart Axe, stained with Wyvern blood.

Author: Wow! Exciting, and a bit sad, isn't it? Anyway, I'll be updating again soon, the story is almost over! It won't end happily though...Review! I need reviews, they satiate me...Remember, check out my other fics too! BlackChaos, out.