After walking for a few days, Nemamiah stopped in his tracks. “Oy, I think we’re being followed.” “What makes you say that?” “Just a feeling. Trust me” And before Azbogah could blink, Nemamiah whipped around and shot an arrow into a far off bush, about two hundred feet back, and it appeared that bush had screamed. “Told you.” And with a smirk, Nemamiah ran to the bush and checked to see what he had hit. “It’s a bandit!” As Azbogah ran to the wounded man, he saw that the arrow was lodged in his side and was fatal. “Why were you following use, bandit?” “Its nothin’ personal. I’m just hungry and needed something to sell.” “You aren’t gonna be eating anything anytime soon with that wound. You’ll be dead before you get to the next town” said the marksman, proud of his skilled shot. “We must help him. Quickly! He may know some valuable information we could use against The Rogue.” The bandit jumped at the name. “The Rogue?! Are you daft?!” “That’s what I said!” After shooting a dirty look at Nemamiah, Azbogah helped the bandit up and started to carry him to the road. “Oh Great Lord, help this poor soul and show him the mercy of the heavens. I shall personally look after him if he is healed.” After those final words, a pearly white light surrounded the bandit and the arrow became dislodged from his side.
Azbogah helped the healed man up. “What is you name, young man?” “Who wants to know?” “He does, bandit!” said Nemamiah, aiming his bow at the scared criminal. “Fine! I’ll tell you my name, just don’t kill me!” “Alright, out with it then.” “My name is Unsicher Übel. I live in a camp not far from here. If you want, you can follow me and rest there.” Nemamiah lowered his bow and squinted at him. “How do we know you won’t just try to kill us?” “How do I know you won’t kill me? I’m just a bandit and you’ll be walking behind me. With my offer, I’m trusting you far more then your trusting me.”
So, the three set off into the woods, completely unaware that The Rogue was watching their every move. “So, the finest angel warriors of The Heavens and an ex-angel who is good with a bow have joined forces. And they have met another possible ally. Azbogah already has one ally to many, for my liking. Sousson-Pannan! Come hither!” An old man, covered in a black robe that seemed to shine in the light appeared out of a small glass sphere set on a windowsill. “What do you be needin’, master?” “I need you to take care of a little problem for me” And with a grin, he look down again unto Azbogah and company. “Consider it done, master.”
“Are we almost there, Übel?” complained Nemamiah, who kept alert at all times, still not trusting the bandit. “About another mile. Can’t be to careful, with distance from towns and all, right?” He shot a grin at Nemamiah, who decided he was right and trudged on. “So, what origin is Übel? It doesn’t sound like anything I’ve heard before.” “Well, it all goes back to my-” “Yes?” And as Azbogah noticed that Übel had stopped talking, he also saw that a dark aura had surrounded the bandit and a chill was in the air. “Unsicher? Are you ok? Does your wound hurt again?” What the angelic warrior didn’t know was that Unsicher Übel was no longer himself, but possessed by The Rogue’s voodoo shaman, Sousson-Pannan.
“Fools. The Rogue was watchin’ you the whole time. And you kept talkin’ about your plans to rid Dion of his grip. Such fools.” With that, Nemamiah let loose an arrow right at the possessed bandit, only to have it stop right in front of his face. “Oy! How you doing that?!” “I’ll make a deal with you, fools. If you can kill me, I’ll tell you anything you need to know about The Rogue.” At that, The Rogue listening, he watched more closely to make sure his shaman didn’t die, for if he did, nothing good would come of it. “If that is your choice, then so be it!” Azbogah got on his knees and began to pray. “Oh Great Lord, grant me my power. Give me my sword and shield. Give me my holiness. Give me strength!” A single blinding beam came down from The Heavens and materialized a sword made of the finest metal and a shield as strong as a dragon’s scales. The beam slowly moved closer to the angelic warrior and as it did, he gained power. When the beam vanished, Azbogah was in golden armor and had grown his wings through prayer. “Nemamiah, ready your bow!” The marksman did so and as he did, he noticed it was glowing with a white light. “Fire!” Nemamiah let loose the arrow and it whipped past trees and branches to hit the bandit, but it did not. It sailed past the bandit and struck the heart of Sousson-Pannan.
As Übel fell on his back, Azbogah walked over to Sousson-Pannan. “I do not need your knowledge, for it is tainted. Begone and burn in hell, demon!” He then thrust his sword down into the chest of the shaman and his body shriveled into nothing, only leaving an amulet with a strange symbol on it, one of which The Heavens knew not of and angels knew everything that was created. “Are you ok, Unsicher?” “Aye, I think so, but what happened?” “Something that you are not meant to remember.” And with that bit of confusion, Übel left it at that and continued to guide them to his camp.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Adventures of the Vengeful Angel: Azbogah, the Angel of Judgment Part 2
Once on Dion, Azbogah jumped to fly to The Rogue, to end it once and for all, only to fall flat on his face. When he wiped the dirt from his eyes, he noticed that his angel wings were gone. “What is this nonsense?!” “When you left the heavens, you left all of your physical angelic attributes behind as well” After mumbling about having to walk, Azbogah set out on his first day on Dion and the beginning of his adventure. It wasn’t before long that Azbogah noticed that he was in the middle of a large field, walking to who knows where and while walking in what Azbogah thought was east, he found a dirt road. Looking down the road both ways and seeing nothing, he gave a long sigh and went down the road. Slowly, the smell of fresh bread filled his nostrils and he followed it until he found what it was. “Oh, Great Lord, thank you!” As he went to take the fresh, warm bread, the owner of the farm, Nemamiah Sampson, aimed his bow at Azbogah. “Drop it. Now!” Slowly, he put down the bread, smiled, for he knew who’s voice that was, and turned to his assailant.
“Azbogah! What are you doing here?!” Nemamiah lowered his bow and embraced him. “Is there something wrong in the heavens? I mean, I know I’m not an angel anymore, but I can still care, can’t I?” “No one said you couldn’t, my dear friend” They both gave a hardy laugh and retired to Nemamiah’s small but cozy home. “Having a farm, you would think I’d have a bigger home, but alas, no one will buy from me. Not since that accident with that lady and the pig. Now what happened was tha-” Seeing that Azbogah really didn’t want to hear the rest of that ordeal, he changed the subject. “So, what is so important that the Great Lord would send his finest soldier down to Dion?” As Nemamiah said that, a very grave look feel upon the face of Azbogah. “I requested to come down to your world to rid Dion of The Rogue.” Quickly, Nemamiah jumped up and locked his door and windows. “Are you daft?! You mustn’t say such things! The Rogue has spies all over Dion. If he suspects anyone of opposing him, he’ll have them killed! I don’t want to risk my life, Azbogah!” Now, Nemamiah is not a very strong man, but a master of the bow. He could shot an arrow in the thickest of forests, having it whip through branches and leaves and hit his target right between the eyes.
After killing his son by accident while hunting for food, he has not fired an arrow since, but merely uses his bow as a threat. “I didn’t ask you to! I just need help and I was lucky enough to find you.” Azbogah hung his head in shame for not thinking out his plan completely through. “Well, since I used to be an angel and you’re an old friend, I’ll help you in any way I can!” And so, the Marksmen and the Angel Warrior joined forces to find and rid Dion of The Rogue.
“Azbogah! What are you doing here?!” Nemamiah lowered his bow and embraced him. “Is there something wrong in the heavens? I mean, I know I’m not an angel anymore, but I can still care, can’t I?” “No one said you couldn’t, my dear friend” They both gave a hardy laugh and retired to Nemamiah’s small but cozy home. “Having a farm, you would think I’d have a bigger home, but alas, no one will buy from me. Not since that accident with that lady and the pig. Now what happened was tha-” Seeing that Azbogah really didn’t want to hear the rest of that ordeal, he changed the subject. “So, what is so important that the Great Lord would send his finest soldier down to Dion?” As Nemamiah said that, a very grave look feel upon the face of Azbogah. “I requested to come down to your world to rid Dion of The Rogue.” Quickly, Nemamiah jumped up and locked his door and windows. “Are you daft?! You mustn’t say such things! The Rogue has spies all over Dion. If he suspects anyone of opposing him, he’ll have them killed! I don’t want to risk my life, Azbogah!” Now, Nemamiah is not a very strong man, but a master of the bow. He could shot an arrow in the thickest of forests, having it whip through branches and leaves and hit his target right between the eyes.
After killing his son by accident while hunting for food, he has not fired an arrow since, but merely uses his bow as a threat. “I didn’t ask you to! I just need help and I was lucky enough to find you.” Azbogah hung his head in shame for not thinking out his plan completely through. “Well, since I used to be an angel and you’re an old friend, I’ll help you in any way I can!” And so, the Marksmen and the Angel Warrior joined forces to find and rid Dion of The Rogue.
Adventures of the Vengeful Angel: Azbogah, the Angel of Judgment
After a bit of research, I found this particular angel very appealing for a series of short stories. It is a recognized angel, title and all. I hope you find it enthralling. Enjoy
-Kristopher
In the legends of yore, a world, before our own, is mentioned. The wondrous world of Dion. The land was plentiful and the people were pure. Nothing could have been more beautiful. But when the great nation of Nazon attacked the villages, people gave into their power. The leader, simply known as The Rogue, didn’t waste time taking out the king of Dion, Lord Tralu. As custom in Dion, when the king dies, other then by natural sources, the one responsible is the new leader. After the murder of Lord Tralu, nothing was the same. Schools were made into warrior training camps, crops were neglected and died, and everything belonged to The Rogue.
As time passed, the heavens grew darker and darker with anger against The Rogue and his crimes. The head angel of the heavens army, Azbogah, would not stand for this. He went right up to the leader of the heavens and made his plea to rid the world of Dion of its evil. “Please, oh great and powerful Lord, may I descend from the heavens to loosen, if not rid, the grip of The Rogue on Dion?” The great Lord thought about this with great caution, for he knew of the power Azbogah possessed. Then, on the third day of thinking, he called Azbogah to his throne room for his answer. “I have thought long and hard about this matter, Azbogah, and I have come to a decision.” While kneeling, Azbogah slowly raised his head to look upon the Great Lord with his answer. “What is you decision, oh Great Lord?” As the Great Lord looked upon his best angel warrior, he said, “You may go to Dion and rid the land of The Rogue’s wrong doing!” “Oh thank you, my Lord!” As Azbogah got up to leave, the Great Lord stopped him. “But wait! There is one condition.” “And what is that, my Lord?” “You may not return to the heavens until The Rogue is killed.” “Understood, my Lord.” The Great Lord looked at him in surprise, “You do know that you will be down on Dion for a while, right?” “Of course, my Lord” The Great Lord looked at Azbogah with the look of a father proud of his son. “Then be off, Azbogah! And good luck!” And with that, Azbogah descend to Dion and his adventures began.
-Kristopher
In the legends of yore, a world, before our own, is mentioned. The wondrous world of Dion. The land was plentiful and the people were pure. Nothing could have been more beautiful. But when the great nation of Nazon attacked the villages, people gave into their power. The leader, simply known as The Rogue, didn’t waste time taking out the king of Dion, Lord Tralu. As custom in Dion, when the king dies, other then by natural sources, the one responsible is the new leader. After the murder of Lord Tralu, nothing was the same. Schools were made into warrior training camps, crops were neglected and died, and everything belonged to The Rogue.
As time passed, the heavens grew darker and darker with anger against The Rogue and his crimes. The head angel of the heavens army, Azbogah, would not stand for this. He went right up to the leader of the heavens and made his plea to rid the world of Dion of its evil. “Please, oh great and powerful Lord, may I descend from the heavens to loosen, if not rid, the grip of The Rogue on Dion?” The great Lord thought about this with great caution, for he knew of the power Azbogah possessed. Then, on the third day of thinking, he called Azbogah to his throne room for his answer. “I have thought long and hard about this matter, Azbogah, and I have come to a decision.” While kneeling, Azbogah slowly raised his head to look upon the Great Lord with his answer. “What is you decision, oh Great Lord?” As the Great Lord looked upon his best angel warrior, he said, “You may go to Dion and rid the land of The Rogue’s wrong doing!” “Oh thank you, my Lord!” As Azbogah got up to leave, the Great Lord stopped him. “But wait! There is one condition.” “And what is that, my Lord?” “You may not return to the heavens until The Rogue is killed.” “Understood, my Lord.” The Great Lord looked at him in surprise, “You do know that you will be down on Dion for a while, right?” “Of course, my Lord” The Great Lord looked at Azbogah with the look of a father proud of his son. “Then be off, Azbogah! And good luck!” And with that, Azbogah descend to Dion and his adventures began.
My Name Is Vinny Part 2
Later that night, Pauly sat me down and talked to me. That enough was enough to scare me. “Vinny… Oh, Vinny…” All I could do was stare at my feet and not say a word, not that I had the nerve to talk to him while he was mad at me. “You did good, kid. I didn’t think you had it in you.” “I did… good? What you mean, Pauly?” “I didn’t think you would go after the Principal until you senior year in high school. Your only a freshman! You gotta have balls to try and pull something like that. You did good, my son.” “Son?” This was a subject that we had been talking about for a while. I heard him saying something about adobting me, but nothing official happened yet. “You serious? You did it?” “I did. You are now officially my son.” He patted me on the head and looked me right in the eye. “Welcome to the family, Vinny.” I was welling up inside. I could feel it. “Thanks, pop!” Before I could talk myself out of it, I jumped up and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged me back. “Alright, enough of this sappy shit. I got work to do. What you want for supper?” “Steaks sound good? Or lasagna? Yea, lasagna.” “You got it, kid. I’ll be back later.” He gave me a caring smirk and walked off down the hall. “Charley! Lets go! We gotta pick up some food for Vinny!” “Gimme a minute, you big jerk.” “Ahh, whateva! I’ll be in the car!” “Alright, I’ll be down in a minute.”
He walked outside and I watched from the window. He must have felt me watching, because he looked right at me and winked. I smiled back and thought, “That’s my pop out there. Thank you, God, for a pop like that.” Its moments like this I miss him the most. He opened the car door and sat there, waiting for Charley. I went up to my room a few minutes later and heard a huge explosion. “No…” I whispered. I ran down the stairs and out the door to see Pauly’s car in flames and parts all over the driveway. I just gained a father and lost him in the same five minutes. Pauly’s pop, Papa, came out and held me close. “Look away, kid. Look away! I know your angry, but hold onto that! Killing just anyone won’t do anything. I’ll have my men look into this and when we find out who did this, you’ll pull the trigger. You, Vinny, will kill the man who killed Pauly.”
To this day, I remember everything Pauly did for me. Lucky for me, he was going to be avenged sooner then I thought.
About 3 years later, in my senior year of high school, there was a new kid in my school. I had no idea, at the time, that he was Pauly’s murderers son. “Hey, you’re the new kid, right?” “Uhh, yea. Whats it to ya?” “Its about ten bucks, that’s what.” “Ten bucks, huh? Try and take it form me, asshole.” He smirked at me the same way Pauly did and that set me off. “Don’t you ever fucking smirk at me, bitch!” I swung at him and he went down with one punch. A few days later, he was back in school and looking for me. I made sure that he couldn’t find me, though. I’m not usually the “Hider”, I’m the “Finder”. The night after I beat up the new kid, I heard Charley say that his son got beat up and was gonna be out for a few days. I made sure he couldn’t find me so that Charley wouldn’t know it was me. When I got back to the house, Charley was giving me some strange looks. I must have been jumpy or something, I can’t remember.
A couple of days later, I ran into the new kid… at the house! I kind of half screamed, half coughed, because he took me by surprise. “What are you doing here, new kid? By the way, what’s your name? Calling you new kid is getting kinda annoying.” “I’m Lenny. But what are you doing here?” “I live here, you turd!” I was ready to fight, but he had to make the first move. I didn’t want to be known for beating up a hurt guy, you know? “Turd?! You wanna go again?!” He swung at me, but I couldn’t swing back. I just couldn’t hurt Charley’s kid. “Stop. I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t know you were Charley’s son. I’m sorry, ok?” I held out my hand and it looked like he was going to shack it. He punched me in the face, instead. When I came to, he shook my hand. “Apology accepted.” We’ve been friends ever since.
My Name Is Vinny
This is a shorty story I started when I first discovered The Godfather. I was inspired and wanted to create my own alternative universe of the same liking. Its a little more edgier then my other posts, but I think it will appeal to some people. Enjoy.
-Kristopher
My name is Vinny. Vinny Kastapalo. I’m not your average man. I live in a huge house with my family, I own four cars, have a beautiful wife and kids, but not a dollar to my name. How do I have this amazing life, you ask? Don’t ask! Its none of you friggin’ business! I’m just kidding, kid. Follow my lifestyle and you’ll live like me, or better, who knows?
It started when I was a kid. I watched my old man get whacked by the man who helped raise me. I ran for my life, not looking back. That’s when Pauly found me. Pauly Reckweacro. I knew I was on the wrong side of town when I ran into him. I looked up at him from the ground and just knew that he was a gangster. But he saw something in me that night. He picked me up and said, “Don’t worry kid. You’re protected now. What happened?” “My uncle. Vinny Kastapalo… killed my father!” “Don’t worry, kid. We’ll take care of him.” And with those words, I knew I was protected for the time being. “Hop in, kid.” He gestured toward his car and I got in the back seat. “What’s your name, kid?” “Vinny. Vinny Kastapalo” “I thought that was your uncle’s name.” I looked away, out the window, ashamed of my name. “It is. I was named after him by my father.” “Its ok, kid. Charley! Make sure little Vinny here gets a nice room and whatever he wants to eat for supper. He is our guest of honor.” It took me a minute to realize that we had arrived at a very large house. Then, with a wink, he walked off, behind closed doors. Being very young, I wondered what was behind those doors. I slowly crept up to the door and peaked through the crack.
“Papa, I have a request of you.” “What is it, my son?” “I found this kid and he’s in rough shape. He watched his father get whacked by the man he’s named after. Can I look after him, like a father figure, so he doesn’t go down the wrong path?” “I suppose. But he has to be of use to me when he’s older or he’s gone. Capice?!” “I understand, Papa. Thank you.” He started toward the door and I darted back to my room. I think he saw me, ‘cause when I turned the corner, I distinctly heard a chuckle and “Good night, kid. You’ve got a bright future”
Now, that was a long time ago. I’m surprised I remembered that much, actually. Anyway, a couple years later, I learned to “influence” people to do stuff for me. Paying off kids to do my homework, bribing the teachers with something my connections could do, you get the picture. I thought I had it made. It wasn’t until I decided to go after the principal that I knew I had more to learn. Much more. “Hey Principal Mancha, can I talk to you in your office? In private?” “Of course, Vinny” We walked into his office and I got comfortable, thinking I had all the power in the room. “What can I do for you, son?” “Well, I’m not doing so well in some of my classes. Do you think you could help me get by?” I then got myself in some deep shit when I put a twenty dollar bill on his desk. “What is this?! Are you trying to bribe me to make you pass?!” He went to his door and checked to make sure no one was around, then he locked the door. “Pauly already pays me to make sure you pass. Once he hears about his, he’s gonna make sure you don’t try to pull this shit again.” I must have went white, because a slight smirk appeared on his face. “Wait! I didn’t know! Please don’t tell Pauly! He’ll friggin’ kill me!” “I’m sorry, kid. He told me to notify him if anyone tried to bribe me that wasn’t him. And you’re not him, last time I checked.” I knew I was in deep shit when I got back to the house.
-Kristopher
My name is Vinny. Vinny Kastapalo. I’m not your average man. I live in a huge house with my family, I own four cars, have a beautiful wife and kids, but not a dollar to my name. How do I have this amazing life, you ask? Don’t ask! Its none of you friggin’ business! I’m just kidding, kid. Follow my lifestyle and you’ll live like me, or better, who knows?
It started when I was a kid. I watched my old man get whacked by the man who helped raise me. I ran for my life, not looking back. That’s when Pauly found me. Pauly Reckweacro. I knew I was on the wrong side of town when I ran into him. I looked up at him from the ground and just knew that he was a gangster. But he saw something in me that night. He picked me up and said, “Don’t worry kid. You’re protected now. What happened?” “My uncle. Vinny Kastapalo… killed my father!” “Don’t worry, kid. We’ll take care of him.” And with those words, I knew I was protected for the time being. “Hop in, kid.” He gestured toward his car and I got in the back seat. “What’s your name, kid?” “Vinny. Vinny Kastapalo” “I thought that was your uncle’s name.” I looked away, out the window, ashamed of my name. “It is. I was named after him by my father.” “Its ok, kid. Charley! Make sure little Vinny here gets a nice room and whatever he wants to eat for supper. He is our guest of honor.” It took me a minute to realize that we had arrived at a very large house. Then, with a wink, he walked off, behind closed doors. Being very young, I wondered what was behind those doors. I slowly crept up to the door and peaked through the crack.
“Papa, I have a request of you.” “What is it, my son?” “I found this kid and he’s in rough shape. He watched his father get whacked by the man he’s named after. Can I look after him, like a father figure, so he doesn’t go down the wrong path?” “I suppose. But he has to be of use to me when he’s older or he’s gone. Capice?!” “I understand, Papa. Thank you.” He started toward the door and I darted back to my room. I think he saw me, ‘cause when I turned the corner, I distinctly heard a chuckle and “Good night, kid. You’ve got a bright future”
Now, that was a long time ago. I’m surprised I remembered that much, actually. Anyway, a couple years later, I learned to “influence” people to do stuff for me. Paying off kids to do my homework, bribing the teachers with something my connections could do, you get the picture. I thought I had it made. It wasn’t until I decided to go after the principal that I knew I had more to learn. Much more. “Hey Principal Mancha, can I talk to you in your office? In private?” “Of course, Vinny” We walked into his office and I got comfortable, thinking I had all the power in the room. “What can I do for you, son?” “Well, I’m not doing so well in some of my classes. Do you think you could help me get by?” I then got myself in some deep shit when I put a twenty dollar bill on his desk. “What is this?! Are you trying to bribe me to make you pass?!” He went to his door and checked to make sure no one was around, then he locked the door. “Pauly already pays me to make sure you pass. Once he hears about his, he’s gonna make sure you don’t try to pull this shit again.” I must have went white, because a slight smirk appeared on his face. “Wait! I didn’t know! Please don’t tell Pauly! He’ll friggin’ kill me!” “I’m sorry, kid. He told me to notify him if anyone tried to bribe me that wasn’t him. And you’re not him, last time I checked.” I knew I was in deep shit when I got back to the house.
Diabolus Ianua
This is one of my earlier writings. Its a story I wrote for my creative writing class in high school and I just recently dug it up from the depths of my Facebook notes. It has some part that are in Latin, so if you need a translator, I encourage it so that you can embrace the full feeling of the story. Enjoy.
-Kristopher
“Diabolus Ianua!” These are the words one must say to gain access to a castle lost in time. Anton von Killstrum’s castle. The castle’s master does not like unexpected visitors and will do whatever it takes to defend is and his most prized possession. But it calls to you, beckons you toward it. “I have many rooms and many treasure to find. Come explore me,” its says. You must not give in, for you will never come out of Killstrum’s Castle. There was one man, however, who did make it out. His name? Axel. No last name and no family, just a legend to which he holds up proudly.
Axel was the adventurous type. Always trying new things and going to new places. Never once did he not do something new. His story starts in his village. The village of Coojo. Its all starts with a yawn and a smack upside the head. “Wake up, you lazy bum! There’s work to be done!” Axel, being twenty one years old, did not get up until he felt like he had rested enough to do something new for the day. “May the devil spit on you food, you dirty old witch,” whispered the disgruntled man. With a yawn, he stood up quickly and a wooden beam hit him in the forehead. “Today’s going to be a great day,” said Axel sarcastically to himself. As he walked down the creaky wooden steps to the kitchen, he saw a horse drawn carriage out a window. “The kings’ back already?” “Of course he is! Now go do your chores! And I better not see you staring off again! The devil will snatch you up without you noticing,” said his mother.
Axel’s mother didn’t know how true that was. Once he finished his chores, Axel went for a walk, and not his usual way around town. He walked through the woods, climbing trees and what not. “If only my mother had some sense of adventure, she would see where I’m coming from when I say I want to do something out there, in the world.” Just then, he tripped over a big rock, which looked like a tombstone. “A tombstone? Here?” As he looked closer, he noticed it was a tombstone and there was an old language on it. “Huh? What’s this? Diabolus Ianua? Sounds funny.” After his last word, the wind picked up, revealing a path going into a cave that wasn’t there before, hidden by magic. “Wow,” said Axel. “Well, caves were meant to be explored, right? Lets take a look then.” With a big smile and a strong desire, he entered the cave, to which the entrance disappeared once entered. “Oy! Lemme out! This isn’t funny!” “Fear not, brave explorer, for this is the cave to a castle. Find the master’s treasure and you’ll be set free.” “The master’s treasure, eh? Alright, lets see this ‘master’.”
Inside Castle Killstrum, Anton von Killstrum woke with a start. “An intruder! In the cave! Guards!” Quickly, a group of fifty of so goblins appeared and saluted their master. “Yea, m’lord!” “There is an intruder! Go find him and bring him to me!” “Yes, m’lord!” As Anton’s minions ran off to find the intruder, Anton went to his bedside table, opening it, to reveal a music box. “Hello, my love. I do hope you feeling alright, being stuffed in a drawer most the time. I don’t mean to treat you as a slave, but, may I hear your beautiful music?” The music box then opened, playing an elegant song. “Ahh, Ludwig von Beethoven. Thank you, my dear. Now, I must put you back, but I’ll be back to visit soon.” He then shut the drawer and locked it. “Aduro Vorago,” said Anton, and the fireplace behind him sparked into a great fire. “Ahh, must better.”
Axel walked down the dark cave, seeing a light at the end. “People say not to go towards the light, but why would I choose now to listen?” He ran towards the light, hoping to find treasure and adventure. He came out of the cave and save a grand castle. “Where am I?” A wooden sign that pointed to the castle read, “Castle Killstrum”. “ ‘Castle Killstrum’? Never heard of it. Lets have a look see, shall we?” As he walked toward the castle, an arrow whistled by his head, barely missing him. “What in God’s name?!” He looked up at the castle gate to see an elf of dark skin, pointing a arrow at him. “An elf?! But… that’s impossible! Their not real!” The elf shouted back something in his own native tongue and shoot at Axel again. “Ahh!” He ducked behind a fallen log and realized that he sat on something rather sharp. “What’s this? A pen? Well, for every pen, there must be a book!” He looked around for a book and found one in an old oak tree, in a owl’s hole. Hurrying, he opened it and read the first thing he could. “Fidelis Creatura!” The elf then lowered his bow and walked toward Axel, kneeling on one knee. “I beg your forgiveness, master.” “Master? Those words… Were they a spell?” “Indeed. The sacred language of the Gods. Whoever speaks the words in that book control everything that ever was and will be.” This baffled Axel’s mind. “Hold on a tic! You were just speaking some other language! How come I can understand you now?” “I’m still speaking my native tongue. My best guess would be that the book gave you the power of translation.” “Well, I guess I have a new companion. Will you venture forth with me, into Castle Killstrum?” “I will, m’lord.” “Fantastic! Lets go!” The two then walked up to the gate and went thorough.
As the two walked up the long pathway heading to the castle, they heard a faint whisper, “Are you willing to sacrifice?” Axel jumped. “Who’s there? Sacrifice what?” The whisper answered, “Everything…” “Be gone, spirit!” The eerie feeling of a presence was gone and they continued, still on their guard. “Elf.” “Yes, m’lord?” “Do you have a name?” “Yes, but I am your servant. For you to call me by my name would be to great an honor, m’lord.” “Call me Axel, my friend. Now, what is your name?” With a chuckle, the elf gave Axel a confused look. “I must beg your forgiveness, for I have forgotten my true name.” “Forgotten? Hmm…” As Axel was thinking, his eyes came over the book. “I have an idea!” Axel whipped open the book and started searching. “May I ask what your looking for, m’lord?” Axel shot him a agitated look. “Sorry. Axel.” “Well, other then the fact that you did just ask, you may ask.” It took a minute to figure out what his master had just said. “Oh.. umm… What are you looking for?” “I’m looking for a spell. A spell to help you remember your name.” “Really?! Thank you, my friend.” “Not at all.” As Axel searched, an arrow whizzed by the elf’s head, hitting his shoulder. The elf turned around to see another elf, just like him, aiming for his head. “Brother, come down from there! This is our master now!” “Him? He will never be my master!” The aiming elf shot again and hit the books binding. “Elf, please, protect me!” “As you wish, m’lord!” The elf, a servant to his master, rushed into battle, hell bent on protecting his master. “Commoneo Cognomen!” The elf stopped mid step and looked at Axel. “Elf, are you ok?” “Please, my friend, call me Thomus.” “Thomus… Onward to battle!” “Yes, m’lord!” Thomus ran ahead, pulling two daggers out of his back pocket. “I vanquish thy, enemy of the master!” Thomus then thrust his daggers into his enemy’s chest, pulling down, dragging his to the ground. “Rest in peace, demon…” A dark cloud surrounded the corpse, setting it ablaze, leaving nothing but a cape and a sword. With those items in hand, he walked back to Axel and gave them to him.” Spoils of war, my friend.” With a hearty laugh, he fastened the cape around his neck and the sword in a holster he found in the cave. “Thank you, my true companion.” Thomus smiled and they continued up the path.
“Guards! Did you apprehend the invader?” The goblin guards appeared in front of Anton in a puff of smoke. “Not yet, m’lord. We’re working on it. We did get word, though, that the invade has allied your elven battle commander, and had him defeat your main door guard. So, all-in-all, this ain’t good, sir.” Anton was now pacing. “You imbeciles! Catch him now or I’ll feed you to the… wait… that’s it!” “Sir, your not thinking of… him, are you?!” “Indeed, my servants! Unleash the Kobalos!” “Yes m’lord!” As his servants walked away, he sat on his bed, looking at the bedside table. “Once I rid the castle of this intruder, we will be together at last. For you see, he is the last one. The one who will make this castle whole again. We can be together, my dear. Just wait a little longer.” Anton then continued to sit on his bed and wept quietly.
“Alright. The boss wants us to get that intruder and fast.” “Well, not us! The Kobalos.” “Oh, right. Still, we’re releasing them, so we’re getting him. See?” “Not really…” “Oh never mind.” The goblin guards gave up trying to understand one and went to unleash the Kobalos. “Alright. On three. One. Two. Three!” The opened a heavy metal gate and three men in green cloaks walked out, with hoods over their face’s, concealing their identities. “Ok. We released them…” The two guards looked at each other. “Now we run,” they said simultaneously. They ran away from the Kobalos and peeked to see what they would do from around a corner. “Why they just standin’ there?” “Maybe they’re tired...” Then, the three cloaked men were gone and the goblins were dead.
Axel and Thomus walked into the main foyer of the castle, astounded at how well it had stayed together. The ceiling was barely cracked, the wooden stairs weren’t rotted, and the chandelier’s crystal was still clear as day. “Wow,” whispered Axel, “What a place to live. I must have this castle for my own. I know it sounds a bit greedy, but something inside tell me that I must have it!” Thomus covered Axel’s mouth quickly. “You musn’t say such things. The master will hear you.” Just then, the chandelier dropped and hovered and inch above the ground. “We musn’t hurt the treasures.” “Yes. It is precious. Be careful with it, brothers. “Oh, we will. But first, let us, the Kobalos, dispose of the intruder.” The three men then threw the chandelier up in the air and caught it from the bottom. “Let us kill in the name of Anton von Killstrum!” They charged forth and swung the chandelier at Axel and Thomus, making Axel land on his rear end and Thomus doing handsprings to safety. “Axel, are you alright?” “Don’t worry about me! Take out the enemy!” Thomus ran forward and was immediately hit by the chandelier. Axel knew there was no way to win by force. “The book!” Axel whipped open the book and search like a mad man. “Diruo Timor!” The chandelier began to shine and dissolve. “Brothers! The treasure! Its melting!” “Not melting. Simply going away.” “We must save it!” The three men tried to grab whatever they could and hold on to it. Axel smirked and stood up. “Its no good. It’ll be gone in seconds.” He opened the book again. “Now, what to do with you. Hmm….” As he searched, the three men ran toward him, daggers drawn and ready for battle. “Ahh! Here’s a good one. Fundo Hostes Hostium!” The thieves stopped and fell to the ground, curling up into a ball. “How could you! Now we will die a most painful death!” Thomus put his hand on Axel’s shoulder. “Lets leave these peasants to their death.” “Hold on. I at least owe them one good thing.” He opened the book and read words as a forgiving mother would. “Memini Meminisse Gaudium,” whispered the merciful man. The men then sighed with their last breath and were no more. “Come, Thomus. To the master’s chamber!”
They raced up the stairs and banged on the door. “Anton von Killstrum! We’re here to contest you for your castle!” The doors slowly swung open, revealing a pale man in a red cape standing by a roaring fire. “Hello there, my honored guests.” “Honored guests? You’ve sent your minions to get rid of us! Honored guest my eye!” Anton then turned, an evil look in his eye. “But see, that’s just it! You defeated them! And your standing in front of me! That has never happened before!” Pulling two rapiers off of his mantle, he pointed them at Axel. “You’re an intruder. I’m the master of the castle. Only one can stay and I don’t plan for it to be you.” “Then, m’lord, let us fight, no restrictions, to see who is the true master of this castle! Thomus, go!” The elf sprang through the doorway, tackling Anton. “You think a petty elf can stop me?” Anton raised his hand and grabbed Thomus by the throat. “Goodbye, traitor!” He threw Thomus to the side, making him tumble out a window. Axel ran to the window. “Thomus!” “He is gone! This is a fight for you and me only. En guard!” Axel opened the book and turned to Anton. “How dare you dispose of my friend like some broken child’s toy! You shall pay!” Anton laughed, “And how am I going to pay? I have immortal life and two swords. What do you have? A book.” “A book that will end you.” Suddenly, the bedside table flew open, revealing the music box. “No!” Anton jumped to catch it, but missed. “Is this yours, m’lord?” Anton turned around to see Axel holding the music box. “Don’t open it. I am the only person who is to open it. Please, I beg you!” Axel looked at the little music box and whispered, “Deleo Carus Arca Archa!” The music box began to shine. “What have you done?!” Anton then ran forward and snatched the box away from Axel. “Destroying the one thing you hold dearest!” The box then spun out of control and burst into flames. “No! Elise!” The music box opened and began to play Fur Elise in the saddest way, almost like the pianist was crying while he played. It then burnt it down to a cinder and the ashes feel to the floor. “My beautiful Elise. I have no reason to live now. What is your name, you merciless being?” “Axel.” “Well, Axel, prepare to die!” Anton lunged forward, spinning his rapiers wildly. Axel jumped up and took his sword from its sheath, tossing it at Anton’s heart. “Foolish mortal, you cannot defeat me, for I have no heart!” “Habeo Habui Habitum Pectus Pectoris!” Anton froze, for he felt a heartbeat in his chest. “Its over. You’re the new castle’s master.” As he said his last words, the thrown sword sank into this chest, right through his heart. Axel landed on his feet and walked over to Anton. “Rest in peace, my worthy opponent.” Anton von Killstrum was no more and the castle was now Castle Axel.
-Kristopher
“Diabolus Ianua!” These are the words one must say to gain access to a castle lost in time. Anton von Killstrum’s castle. The castle’s master does not like unexpected visitors and will do whatever it takes to defend is and his most prized possession. But it calls to you, beckons you toward it. “I have many rooms and many treasure to find. Come explore me,” its says. You must not give in, for you will never come out of Killstrum’s Castle. There was one man, however, who did make it out. His name? Axel. No last name and no family, just a legend to which he holds up proudly.
Axel was the adventurous type. Always trying new things and going to new places. Never once did he not do something new. His story starts in his village. The village of Coojo. Its all starts with a yawn and a smack upside the head. “Wake up, you lazy bum! There’s work to be done!” Axel, being twenty one years old, did not get up until he felt like he had rested enough to do something new for the day. “May the devil spit on you food, you dirty old witch,” whispered the disgruntled man. With a yawn, he stood up quickly and a wooden beam hit him in the forehead. “Today’s going to be a great day,” said Axel sarcastically to himself. As he walked down the creaky wooden steps to the kitchen, he saw a horse drawn carriage out a window. “The kings’ back already?” “Of course he is! Now go do your chores! And I better not see you staring off again! The devil will snatch you up without you noticing,” said his mother.
Axel’s mother didn’t know how true that was. Once he finished his chores, Axel went for a walk, and not his usual way around town. He walked through the woods, climbing trees and what not. “If only my mother had some sense of adventure, she would see where I’m coming from when I say I want to do something out there, in the world.” Just then, he tripped over a big rock, which looked like a tombstone. “A tombstone? Here?” As he looked closer, he noticed it was a tombstone and there was an old language on it. “Huh? What’s this? Diabolus Ianua? Sounds funny.” After his last word, the wind picked up, revealing a path going into a cave that wasn’t there before, hidden by magic. “Wow,” said Axel. “Well, caves were meant to be explored, right? Lets take a look then.” With a big smile and a strong desire, he entered the cave, to which the entrance disappeared once entered. “Oy! Lemme out! This isn’t funny!” “Fear not, brave explorer, for this is the cave to a castle. Find the master’s treasure and you’ll be set free.” “The master’s treasure, eh? Alright, lets see this ‘master’.”
Inside Castle Killstrum, Anton von Killstrum woke with a start. “An intruder! In the cave! Guards!” Quickly, a group of fifty of so goblins appeared and saluted their master. “Yea, m’lord!” “There is an intruder! Go find him and bring him to me!” “Yes, m’lord!” As Anton’s minions ran off to find the intruder, Anton went to his bedside table, opening it, to reveal a music box. “Hello, my love. I do hope you feeling alright, being stuffed in a drawer most the time. I don’t mean to treat you as a slave, but, may I hear your beautiful music?” The music box then opened, playing an elegant song. “Ahh, Ludwig von Beethoven. Thank you, my dear. Now, I must put you back, but I’ll be back to visit soon.” He then shut the drawer and locked it. “Aduro Vorago,” said Anton, and the fireplace behind him sparked into a great fire. “Ahh, must better.”
Axel walked down the dark cave, seeing a light at the end. “People say not to go towards the light, but why would I choose now to listen?” He ran towards the light, hoping to find treasure and adventure. He came out of the cave and save a grand castle. “Where am I?” A wooden sign that pointed to the castle read, “Castle Killstrum”. “ ‘Castle Killstrum’? Never heard of it. Lets have a look see, shall we?” As he walked toward the castle, an arrow whistled by his head, barely missing him. “What in God’s name?!” He looked up at the castle gate to see an elf of dark skin, pointing a arrow at him. “An elf?! But… that’s impossible! Their not real!” The elf shouted back something in his own native tongue and shoot at Axel again. “Ahh!” He ducked behind a fallen log and realized that he sat on something rather sharp. “What’s this? A pen? Well, for every pen, there must be a book!” He looked around for a book and found one in an old oak tree, in a owl’s hole. Hurrying, he opened it and read the first thing he could. “Fidelis Creatura!” The elf then lowered his bow and walked toward Axel, kneeling on one knee. “I beg your forgiveness, master.” “Master? Those words… Were they a spell?” “Indeed. The sacred language of the Gods. Whoever speaks the words in that book control everything that ever was and will be.” This baffled Axel’s mind. “Hold on a tic! You were just speaking some other language! How come I can understand you now?” “I’m still speaking my native tongue. My best guess would be that the book gave you the power of translation.” “Well, I guess I have a new companion. Will you venture forth with me, into Castle Killstrum?” “I will, m’lord.” “Fantastic! Lets go!” The two then walked up to the gate and went thorough.
As the two walked up the long pathway heading to the castle, they heard a faint whisper, “Are you willing to sacrifice?” Axel jumped. “Who’s there? Sacrifice what?” The whisper answered, “Everything…” “Be gone, spirit!” The eerie feeling of a presence was gone and they continued, still on their guard. “Elf.” “Yes, m’lord?” “Do you have a name?” “Yes, but I am your servant. For you to call me by my name would be to great an honor, m’lord.” “Call me Axel, my friend. Now, what is your name?” With a chuckle, the elf gave Axel a confused look. “I must beg your forgiveness, for I have forgotten my true name.” “Forgotten? Hmm…” As Axel was thinking, his eyes came over the book. “I have an idea!” Axel whipped open the book and started searching. “May I ask what your looking for, m’lord?” Axel shot him a agitated look. “Sorry. Axel.” “Well, other then the fact that you did just ask, you may ask.” It took a minute to figure out what his master had just said. “Oh.. umm… What are you looking for?” “I’m looking for a spell. A spell to help you remember your name.” “Really?! Thank you, my friend.” “Not at all.” As Axel searched, an arrow whizzed by the elf’s head, hitting his shoulder. The elf turned around to see another elf, just like him, aiming for his head. “Brother, come down from there! This is our master now!” “Him? He will never be my master!” The aiming elf shot again and hit the books binding. “Elf, please, protect me!” “As you wish, m’lord!” The elf, a servant to his master, rushed into battle, hell bent on protecting his master. “Commoneo Cognomen!” The elf stopped mid step and looked at Axel. “Elf, are you ok?” “Please, my friend, call me Thomus.” “Thomus… Onward to battle!” “Yes, m’lord!” Thomus ran ahead, pulling two daggers out of his back pocket. “I vanquish thy, enemy of the master!” Thomus then thrust his daggers into his enemy’s chest, pulling down, dragging his to the ground. “Rest in peace, demon…” A dark cloud surrounded the corpse, setting it ablaze, leaving nothing but a cape and a sword. With those items in hand, he walked back to Axel and gave them to him.” Spoils of war, my friend.” With a hearty laugh, he fastened the cape around his neck and the sword in a holster he found in the cave. “Thank you, my true companion.” Thomus smiled and they continued up the path.
“Guards! Did you apprehend the invader?” The goblin guards appeared in front of Anton in a puff of smoke. “Not yet, m’lord. We’re working on it. We did get word, though, that the invade has allied your elven battle commander, and had him defeat your main door guard. So, all-in-all, this ain’t good, sir.” Anton was now pacing. “You imbeciles! Catch him now or I’ll feed you to the… wait… that’s it!” “Sir, your not thinking of… him, are you?!” “Indeed, my servants! Unleash the Kobalos!” “Yes m’lord!” As his servants walked away, he sat on his bed, looking at the bedside table. “Once I rid the castle of this intruder, we will be together at last. For you see, he is the last one. The one who will make this castle whole again. We can be together, my dear. Just wait a little longer.” Anton then continued to sit on his bed and wept quietly.
“Alright. The boss wants us to get that intruder and fast.” “Well, not us! The Kobalos.” “Oh, right. Still, we’re releasing them, so we’re getting him. See?” “Not really…” “Oh never mind.” The goblin guards gave up trying to understand one and went to unleash the Kobalos. “Alright. On three. One. Two. Three!” The opened a heavy metal gate and three men in green cloaks walked out, with hoods over their face’s, concealing their identities. “Ok. We released them…” The two guards looked at each other. “Now we run,” they said simultaneously. They ran away from the Kobalos and peeked to see what they would do from around a corner. “Why they just standin’ there?” “Maybe they’re tired...” Then, the three cloaked men were gone and the goblins were dead.
Axel and Thomus walked into the main foyer of the castle, astounded at how well it had stayed together. The ceiling was barely cracked, the wooden stairs weren’t rotted, and the chandelier’s crystal was still clear as day. “Wow,” whispered Axel, “What a place to live. I must have this castle for my own. I know it sounds a bit greedy, but something inside tell me that I must have it!” Thomus covered Axel’s mouth quickly. “You musn’t say such things. The master will hear you.” Just then, the chandelier dropped and hovered and inch above the ground. “We musn’t hurt the treasures.” “Yes. It is precious. Be careful with it, brothers. “Oh, we will. But first, let us, the Kobalos, dispose of the intruder.” The three men then threw the chandelier up in the air and caught it from the bottom. “Let us kill in the name of Anton von Killstrum!” They charged forth and swung the chandelier at Axel and Thomus, making Axel land on his rear end and Thomus doing handsprings to safety. “Axel, are you alright?” “Don’t worry about me! Take out the enemy!” Thomus ran forward and was immediately hit by the chandelier. Axel knew there was no way to win by force. “The book!” Axel whipped open the book and search like a mad man. “Diruo Timor!” The chandelier began to shine and dissolve. “Brothers! The treasure! Its melting!” “Not melting. Simply going away.” “We must save it!” The three men tried to grab whatever they could and hold on to it. Axel smirked and stood up. “Its no good. It’ll be gone in seconds.” He opened the book again. “Now, what to do with you. Hmm….” As he searched, the three men ran toward him, daggers drawn and ready for battle. “Ahh! Here’s a good one. Fundo Hostes Hostium!” The thieves stopped and fell to the ground, curling up into a ball. “How could you! Now we will die a most painful death!” Thomus put his hand on Axel’s shoulder. “Lets leave these peasants to their death.” “Hold on. I at least owe them one good thing.” He opened the book and read words as a forgiving mother would. “Memini Meminisse Gaudium,” whispered the merciful man. The men then sighed with their last breath and were no more. “Come, Thomus. To the master’s chamber!”
They raced up the stairs and banged on the door. “Anton von Killstrum! We’re here to contest you for your castle!” The doors slowly swung open, revealing a pale man in a red cape standing by a roaring fire. “Hello there, my honored guests.” “Honored guests? You’ve sent your minions to get rid of us! Honored guest my eye!” Anton then turned, an evil look in his eye. “But see, that’s just it! You defeated them! And your standing in front of me! That has never happened before!” Pulling two rapiers off of his mantle, he pointed them at Axel. “You’re an intruder. I’m the master of the castle. Only one can stay and I don’t plan for it to be you.” “Then, m’lord, let us fight, no restrictions, to see who is the true master of this castle! Thomus, go!” The elf sprang through the doorway, tackling Anton. “You think a petty elf can stop me?” Anton raised his hand and grabbed Thomus by the throat. “Goodbye, traitor!” He threw Thomus to the side, making him tumble out a window. Axel ran to the window. “Thomus!” “He is gone! This is a fight for you and me only. En guard!” Axel opened the book and turned to Anton. “How dare you dispose of my friend like some broken child’s toy! You shall pay!” Anton laughed, “And how am I going to pay? I have immortal life and two swords. What do you have? A book.” “A book that will end you.” Suddenly, the bedside table flew open, revealing the music box. “No!” Anton jumped to catch it, but missed. “Is this yours, m’lord?” Anton turned around to see Axel holding the music box. “Don’t open it. I am the only person who is to open it. Please, I beg you!” Axel looked at the little music box and whispered, “Deleo Carus Arca Archa!” The music box began to shine. “What have you done?!” Anton then ran forward and snatched the box away from Axel. “Destroying the one thing you hold dearest!” The box then spun out of control and burst into flames. “No! Elise!” The music box opened and began to play Fur Elise in the saddest way, almost like the pianist was crying while he played. It then burnt it down to a cinder and the ashes feel to the floor. “My beautiful Elise. I have no reason to live now. What is your name, you merciless being?” “Axel.” “Well, Axel, prepare to die!” Anton lunged forward, spinning his rapiers wildly. Axel jumped up and took his sword from its sheath, tossing it at Anton’s heart. “Foolish mortal, you cannot defeat me, for I have no heart!” “Habeo Habui Habitum Pectus Pectoris!” Anton froze, for he felt a heartbeat in his chest. “Its over. You’re the new castle’s master.” As he said his last words, the thrown sword sank into this chest, right through his heart. Axel landed on his feet and walked over to Anton. “Rest in peace, my worthy opponent.” Anton von Killstrum was no more and the castle was now Castle Axel.
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