The Four Legendary Alkaldrias

Chapter Five

 “Where am I?”  Asked Zeomora as he stood to his feet.  He heard a horn being blown and people shouted with all their might.  “That must be a war cry,” then he found himself outside a palace.  Elves both young and old were running around in panic as soldiers slayed one elf after another.  A soldier came running towards Zeomora with a spear on his hand preparing to kill him, but the soldier passed through him killing the female elf that was behind him.

           He fell to the ground in relief as drops of sweat splashed to the ground.  “It is not real, I must be seeing a vision.”  In the air he saw four unique heroes, each holding a different weapon and everything became dark.

       Breathing heavily with a hidden fear within.  “Where am I?”  Said Zeomora, looking at his surrounding which was completely dark.  He had memories of people shouting at him, ‘Of with him, he should die just like his disgraceful parents,’ which was followed by a gunshot in his chest.  He came back to his senses and he fell to the ground in shock, touching his body parts in confirmation.  

               He pulled his shirt open, looking at the wound on his chest which was caused by the bullet.  His rate of breathing increased and he covered his head with his hands, while his head was inside his knees.  “It can’t be true,” tears dripping down his cheeks, “am dead, I am truly dead.”  He stood to his feet, “But where am I?  Where is this place?” 

          He saw a glimpse shadow of a feminine, slender body walking towards him.  He took steps backwards, “What is that thing?  And why is it coming my way?”  The shadowy figure became clear.  It was a feminine elf with a crown on her head with royal clothing.  

       The elf said, “Greetings.”

   Zeomora asked, “Who are you?  And what’s this place?”

 “That’s not of concern.  Instead, you should be asking ‘what will happen to me?”

“Am I truly dead?”

     “Yes, I could revive you back to your world, but I can’t change the state of your life,” walking nearer to him.  “Or, I could reincarnate you in a world of magic and once you finish your quest, you are free to live the life you want.”

      He looked at his hands then to the elf, “I can get a new life,” smiling, “It’s like resetting and starting a brand new and …….”

    The elf interrupted him and said, “You should know that this quest won’t be easy.  I need you to kill the four legendary heroes for me.”

 Fear filled him once again, “What do you mean, you want me to play the bad guy?”

   “You don’t have to be bad; you just have to kill the heroes.”

 His eyeballs protruded out of their eye sockets.  “This can’t be happening, eventually everything will repeat itself, but it’s much better than being dead,” breathing deeply.  “Well, I can’t go back to my previous life, so I have no choice, I must do this quest." He looked at the elf, “Why must I kill them, did they do anything to you?”

          The elf looked behind and said, “They killed my entire race, just because we were dark class,” clenching her hand in rage, “they even killed my daughter who I most cherished.  But they also kill both old and young, even though we weren’t a threat they decided to wipe us out of existence.  And I promised that I would take revenge.  It’s been 200 years and my revenge is yet to be taken.”

       “What you mean is that the heroes are alive and that they are older than 200 years?”

    “No, they are dead.  When a hero dies, another reincarnates in his place, but I want their descendants to feel the pain as their kind is killed.  I know they are watching from a distance.”

   Zeomora thought for a second, “Then, would it make any difference if I killed them?  Would not others just reincarnate?”

    “Yes, that’s true, and that’s where you come in, you have to find a way to permanently stop the reincarnation of a new hero, once you are done you can live your own life.”

   He gestured then said, “Fair enough,” looking at her, “but how am I supposed to kill the four heroes all by myself?”

    “That has already been dealt with,” she raised her voice and said, “raise my fallen kingdom.”  And many elves appeared behind her, looking at Zeomora, “I shall give you the magic that remains in us.”  Beginning to chant and black particles from the elves rose in the air.  She then looked at Zeomora and said, “Now it’s all yours,” and the dust entered Zeomora.  

             Their surrounding began to glitch, blue light appeared and there was a deep male voice which was heard, “I shall not allow you to do as you wish, I shall end this madness.”

        The man in bright clothing looked at Zeomora and was about to hit him with a beam of light, but the elf shouted “No!”  Hitting the ground in which Zeomora stood and it swallowed him.  His vision slowly faded as he became unconscious.  

       “And this is how my life has begun.  Reincarnated as a being whose sole purpose is to assassinate The Four Legendary Heroes.”

         He had a vision of someone being struck by lightning, then he returned to reality in shock.  He was breathing heavily as he carefully studied his surrounding.  He was in chains together with two other prisoners inside a cell which was being pulled by horses.  Looking to the outside, he saw they were in the middle of soldiers who were also moving in horses.  He asked in a low tone, “What are they protecting?”

    A prisoner next to him asked, “You awake?”

 Zeomora said, “I am, but my head hurts badly.  Do you know what they are protecting?  Because they are armed to the tooth.”

      The prisoner asked, “Are you ok?”

  Zeomora asked, “Yea, why do you ask?”

The prisoner tapped the neighbour and told him, “Hay, his lost it.”

The second prisoner reached out to Zeomora and said, “What do you mean,” looking shocked, “yea, that lightning bolt must have messed him badly.”  Looking at his eyes, “He even no longer has the deathly look in his eyes.”

       Confused, Zeomora asked, “What are the two of you talking about?”

   The second prisoner going back to his sitting position, “Well, now there is no chance of an escape.”

     The first prisoner reached to Zeomora and asked him, “Well, don’t you remember a single thing?”

   “Well, did I have another life before this?”

  The prisoner asked confused, “Before what?”

 Zeomora looked to the ground and said, “I must have reincarnated to another man’s life,” looking at his hairy and muscular body, “no wonder I feel stronger while my previous body was weak.”  Look to the outside, “I must know where we are heading and what this former person’s life was like.”

        He looked at the prisoner next to him, “What are the soldiers protecting and where are we heading?”  

      The prisoner next to him answered, “They are all here, to prevent you from escaping.”  If Zeomora was not in a sitting position he would have fallen to his knees.  “They only caught you, because lightning struck you rendering you powerless.  And we are being taken for a death sentence.”

     Zeomora said under his breath, “This can’t be happening, I have not even begun my mission.”