There was a thud, as the hammer lord fell on his right knee. Sweat trickled down his face and pain made it even more unbearable. He had complete armour, except for a helmet and was supporting himself with a hammer. He looked around, watching the great destruction that could not be undone and all the dead bodies that lay beside him 'What am I going to do?' Looking at three specific bodies that lay in different positions. 'The other three heroes are dead, leaving me the only survivor. And,' looking at the enemy in front of him, who was in dark clothing and was smiling sarcastically, 'the enemy is too powerful, how am I supposed to beat him?' The enemy was levitating in the air, he came to the ground at great speed, causing it to shake and dust rose in the air. He said, “In human sight, heroes are nothing but assets, whose sole purpose is to help the weak.” The hammer lord winked in pain, “But, there are few who are ready to die on our behalf
The general ran towards them with his sword ready for combat, “What you have done, killing a hero is a death sentence.” He moved forward to attack, but he was thrown for a blade before he had the chance to dodge it. It pierced his neck and fell to the ground with a thud! While holding his bleeding neck. The army was filled with fear, however before they had a chance to attack, dark smoke created a covering above them. The assassins held hands together and portals appeared above the army. They then chanted and fireballs appeared from the portals consuming the army. The leader of the six said, “Send the king a message informing him that we have accomplished the mission." One of the assassins lifted his right hand, a raven appeared and it flew towards the castle. ‘"Heroes are seen as vessels by other humans." Everything that he said was true, after all my sacrifices in the end I was just a disposal tool. Then, I’ll show them my furr
A soldier ran to the king in agency. On reaching him, he knelt with his head facing the ground, “My Lord, we have received an important message.” The king looked at him and said, “You may raise,” standing from his throne. “What did you receive?” “A message has been sent from an unknown source, saying that the mission has been accomplished.” The king clenched his hand, then faced the opposite side on which the soldier was standing. “So, they were eventually able to kill the hammer lord,” said the king, rather than speaking to himself. He then faced the soldier, “I want all the followers of the hammer lord, assassinated!” The soldier’s face became pale almost disbelieving what he had heard. He looked to the ground and asked with hidden fear, “Pardon ……... my Lord?” The king looked at him again while grinding his teeth, showing that he was beginning to be enraged, but decided to breathe it out. Pacing around, “Yes you heard right. I want
Fear clawed through the three men, having seen the snippers attack. The man with swords said to himself, 'Running isn’t an option. Our only option is, to' running towards them, 'charge forward.' He swung his swords at the older man, but he dodged the attacks while enjoying the moment. The older man dodged another attack and as the other man raised his hands preparing to strike again, he was kicked on his chest, sending him to the ground. The older man then jumped on him with his axe forward. The man with swords put his two swords forward to block the attack, but the axe shattered the swords, cutting through his left shoulder. The man groaned in pain and kicked the man with the axe, sending him backwards together with his axe. The man whose weapons were blades ran towards the injured friend while trying to hit the man with an axe but to no avail. He said to himself, 'Maybe if I swiftly reach him, I may have a chance.' He increased his speed and stepped on a rock, t
“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 sens
The prisoner told him, “We have arrived.” All this time, Zeomora hoped that it would all turn out to be a vision. “Get out!” Said a soldier, holding a spear in both hands. When they were dragged out he saw that other people had already reached and were waiting for them. Among those who were waiting, was a priest. He smiled and said, “Your days are finally over. You’ve killed many, now their souls cry for vengeance and they shall be avenged today.” Zeomora’s body was shaking, hoping for someone or something to save him. Tears began to roll down his face, as they formed slightly warm streams down his cheeks. ‘How can I die, even before I ever accomplished a thing,’ he hit the ground with his fists, ‘this life has always been cruel to me. Never giving me a chance to prove my worth.’ Looking at the guns pointed at him together with the other two prisoners. ‘So, I shall die like a fallen soldier in battle, who has trained for years but never landed a hit on any of his e
He reappeared in a forest with rocky areas and sighed in pain before falling to his knees. His eyes turned back to normal, the armour and sword disappeared and he began to cry as he looked at his bloody body. Having memorise of the cries of the soldiers who died one after another. He removed his shirt and so on his chest he had a mark of a dragon’s head. He shouted, “Come out here you dragon, why did you do what you did against my will?” Through telekinesis, the dragon told him, “I saved your life. If I didn't do as I did, you would have died.” Hitting the ground with both hands, “Then I should have died instead of all those soldiers dying a worthless death.” “Do you hear yourself; those were the same people who wanted you dead and now you plead for them.” “It’s my choice, not yours to make.” The dragon shouted in rage, “Listen!” Making him appear where he had first met the dragon. “You will never survive in this world if you deci
Sweat trickled down his neck, “This day just had to be long,” studying the actions of the wolves. He tried looking for a way out, but could not think critically because of the chaos in his mind, “My only way out is asking help from the dragon.” He fell to his knees and said in a low voice, “Dragonlord I need your help,” and immediately he was teleported to where he had met him. The dragon came nearer to him and asked, “Have you now realized that the only way is to kill in order to survive?” Zeomora looked to the ground and said, “No, I am sorry, but I believe there is a world that exists with ought having to choose war.” The dragon laughed, “I used to picture life that way, till the day life taught me that a place like that never exists,” flying away, “but I shall help you. I have provided you with the sword, but you’ll have to use your skills.” He came back to reality and a description appeared before him. ‘You can now use portal storage. This allows you to sto