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Chapter 30
[b]Chapter 030: Life Through Vengeance :[/b]
The disgusting, half corpse of a human lay dead before them. They had been fortunate that only one been one ghoul prowling around their camp. Still it was an evil sign as far as Jasper was concerned. Ghouls were usually found near battles that demons had fought in. He had learned that in his history lessons of his youth. He had never thought to encounter such a horror.
Jasper looked towards King Elmgrim whom was headed towards a stream. It had been the King that had made the killing blow upon the creature. A fact that Jasper acknowledged. Jasper followed behind the king. They were his bodyguards; so he had no plans of getting to far from the King. He had already failed in protecting Rosenbrim, he didn't want to be cursed with such a fate.
Jasper watched as the king watched the foul smelling blood from his blade. The silver haired youth understood the king's actions. Jasper knelt down beside his king and soon the three of them were cleaning the blood off of their blades and polishing their weapons.
The silver haired warrior looked to the King and he could read it in the other's face, "You miss Wizard Rosenbrim, don't you?"
Shock. That was the first thing that Jasper noticed in King Elmgrim's eyes. But his majesty had quickly recovered his emotions.
"I miss his councils. He was always so wise. I do not know how long I can truly stand without his aid."
Jasper wasn't sure if he could believe that answer; but for now he choose to accept that as the truth.
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His long black hair hung over his pale face; his shoulders slumped forward as he stumbled. He did not understand anything, and his body felt so cold within him. Worse was the fact that he could hear no heartbeat. He looked as he heard someone calling his name, "Niklas. Sundin, Niklas Come forth...." and the rest just trailed off to his ears.
Niklas' body shivered as it grabbed a firm hold upon the helmeted warrior that stood before him. There was something familiar and yet not at all familiar in the green eyes that stared at him.
"Where am I?" The words came forced from lips that had not spoken in decades. His lips felt as though they had been glued together; which was mostly what made it hard for him to talk.
"The World of the Living." Was the black haired warrior's answer. The voice was familiar to him as well. He had died that day; so he did not understand what he was doing in the world of the living.
He released his hold upon the other as he tried to speak through sore and dead body, "What...do you want...with me?"
"I have bound your soul to mine. You wish vengeance upon the Stormblade Family, do you not. Was it not the betrayal of the Stormblade that caused your death, Niklas Sundin?"
"Yes. I shall slaughter them all." Was his answer as anger and rage seemed to feel him. His body felt warm from those feelings and it felt good. He could not stand that cold emptiness.
The purplish jewel around the warrior's neck pulsated as he turned to notice that a whole army of pale warriors surrounded them. The only one whom was not rotted or pale looking was the warrior that had brought him back, and some redheaded figure mounted upon a horse, and dressed like a mixture between lord and mercenary.
The disgusting, half corpse of a human lay dead before them. They had been fortunate that only one been one ghoul prowling around their camp. Still it was an evil sign as far as Jasper was concerned. Ghouls were usually found near battles that demons had fought in. He had learned that in his history lessons of his youth. He had never thought to encounter such a horror.
Jasper looked towards King Elmgrim whom was headed towards a stream. It had been the King that had made the killing blow upon the creature. A fact that Jasper acknowledged. Jasper followed behind the king. They were his bodyguards; so he had no plans of getting to far from the King. He had already failed in protecting Rosenbrim, he didn't want to be cursed with such a fate.
Jasper watched as the king watched the foul smelling blood from his blade. The silver haired youth understood the king's actions. Jasper knelt down beside his king and soon the three of them were cleaning the blood off of their blades and polishing their weapons.
The silver haired warrior looked to the King and he could read it in the other's face, "You miss Wizard Rosenbrim, don't you?"
Shock. That was the first thing that Jasper noticed in King Elmgrim's eyes. But his majesty had quickly recovered his emotions.
"I miss his councils. He was always so wise. I do not know how long I can truly stand without his aid."
Jasper wasn't sure if he could believe that answer; but for now he choose to accept that as the truth.
***************************
His long black hair hung over his pale face; his shoulders slumped forward as he stumbled. He did not understand anything, and his body felt so cold within him. Worse was the fact that he could hear no heartbeat. He looked as he heard someone calling his name, "Niklas. Sundin, Niklas Come forth...." and the rest just trailed off to his ears.
Niklas' body shivered as it grabbed a firm hold upon the helmeted warrior that stood before him. There was something familiar and yet not at all familiar in the green eyes that stared at him.
"Where am I?" The words came forced from lips that had not spoken in decades. His lips felt as though they had been glued together; which was mostly what made it hard for him to talk.
"The World of the Living." Was the black haired warrior's answer. The voice was familiar to him as well. He had died that day; so he did not understand what he was doing in the world of the living.
He released his hold upon the other as he tried to speak through sore and dead body, "What...do you want...with me?"
"I have bound your soul to mine. You wish vengeance upon the Stormblade Family, do you not. Was it not the betrayal of the Stormblade that caused your death, Niklas Sundin?"
"Yes. I shall slaughter them all." Was his answer as anger and rage seemed to feel him. His body felt warm from those feelings and it felt good. He could not stand that cold emptiness.
The purplish jewel around the warrior's neck pulsated as he turned to notice that a whole army of pale warriors surrounded them. The only one whom was not rotted or pale looking was the warrior that had brought him back, and some redheaded figure mounted upon a horse, and dressed like a mixture between lord and mercenary.