《A messy medley of stories》


 Hatapon

    A lone man stood before an army of unfathomable proportions, millions upon millions. Their banner, a burning skull, raised high and their voices raised higher, they chanted and they marched, a dark aura loomed out of them. They are the Demon army and they bring with them the promise of death and destruction.


    One man stood before them, bleeding and exhausted, his own army lay behind him torn to shreds, they fought the scout troops but both side were killed in the battle, only he survived. He stood alone against the fearsome army, no fear in his eyes, just pain, anger and sorrow. He was the last stand, countless lives depended on him and he planned not to disappoint.


    He raised his arms, a sword in one and a flag in the other, his flag signified the unification of the three mighty nations, his flag was the beacon of hope, he will never lower it, he will hold it up high for all to see.


    The Dark army approached, the ground trembled and the skies roared. Deafening cries of madness emerged from the army of darkness.


    Taking a deep breath the man remembered what he had lost, his family and friends that that were slaughtered before his eyes, his comrades that died around him, the hero that entrusted this flag to him and the lives that depended on him.


    He opened his eyes and roared a challenge, a roar filled with power that put the heavens to shame, the armies of darkness were silenced by this one man.


    in this moment of silence he charged, his head held high, his flag held higher. A desperate charge, straight into the enemy lines and just as soon as he made contact he was engulfed by the charging army. The army charged on, ignoring the puny human before them, that was a mistake.


    You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.Suddenly a bright light shone in the center of their formation, demons flew everywhere, a single form stood in the middle of the explosion, a lone man whose flag was held high. In response the heavens struck, lightning flew down and hit the flag, from there it expanded and eradicated those it touched.


    The dome of lightning reached out for miles and struck down many an enemy, but more approached.  The flag-bearer wasted no time and ran out to  meet them with his blade, he swung at the air and out came arcs of energy. Each arc was a different color and flew forward for meters, cutting more foes, each color had different effects, some unleashed a torrent of fire which engulfed his foes in flames, others a hurricane which tore his foes to shreds and many more.


    The battlefield had turned into chaos, all the elements swirled with power eradicating demons as the man tore the army apart, but for every foe he killed, a thousand more matched forward to take their place.


    He pushed harder, for many days and nights his flag and sword were raised and the man fought on, but there is  limit. after seven days and seven nights, the man fell to his knees, the accumulation of wounds over the past week was too much for his body to handle. With his last breath the man let loose one last mighty cry and held his flag high in the air.


    to be continued

 Bob the Mob

    Deep within the ruins of Kathuel a lone figure walked. He walked through the ancient remnants of his long dead home. As he walked memories of a time long past flashed across his eyes.


    Bob, yes that was his name. He had nearly forgotten. No, he had forgotten. The thought of forgetting again made him feel unpleasant, so in a flash of brilliance Bob decided to make it so he would not forget.


    .....


    Forget what¡­?


    It seems Bob had already forgotten.


    ~~~~~~~


    Bob was walking through an especially ruined part of Kathuel ruins. The stone floor was covered in fauna, trees broke through the walls and the roof was not really there.


    There was a strange grating sound following him. Every time he moved forward the sound followed. It was getting on his nerves.


    [i]sccchk[\i]


    Bob stopped and so did the sound. Bob looked around in fear, monsters are not uncommon in Kathuel. Bob is scared of monsters, especially ghosts, nothing is scarier than ghosts.


    Bob shivered, best not think of such things lest his nights would be filed with mares, and not the neighing kind.


    He picked up his pace, the sooner he was out of this spooky hallway he better.


    Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    [i]SSCCCCCCCHHHHHHK[\i]


    Bob ran like he had never ran before, fear filled his chest, horror clouded his mind when all of a sudden Bob was yanked back by his shoulder.


    [i]SSSSSSCCCCCCCHHHHHHKTHUNK![\i]


    With such a sound Bob found himself on the ground, eyes closed and imagination running wild. A beat passes then another. Each moment stretched on longer than I should. After a while Bob finally opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find no ghost waiting to scare him.


    Getting up off the ground Bob looked down to see his trusty rusty Blade. Picking it up he felt the comforting weight of his rusty old companion.


    Bob set off to who knows where, his rusty buddy trailing along with him. The sound metal on stone comforted Bob, it let him know that his most trusted companion had his back. Bob listened to the familiar sound as he walked down the hall, all his fears forgotten.


    As his silhouette faded away the sound of his blade on the floor was still lingering through the air.


    [i]Ssssccccchhhhhhhhk~[i]