Chapter One
All was quiet in the small castle of Gilderon. Too Quiet thought Zaron, one of the generals that served under Gilderon’s King Ronash. He was a young man, in his early twenties, with dark brown hair that was cut rather short. He was in the standard “General” outfit, which consists of silver chained-armor and a large blade across his back.
Zaron was sitting in his room, bored as ever, when there was a knocking at the door. He sighed and rose to his feet, going towards the door. Before he reached the door though, it opened and King Ronash was standing at the doorway. Zaron instinctively fell to his knees, his head bowed respectfully.
“Your majesty,” Zaron said in a quiet tone. Ronash motioned for him to rise and Zaron did so.
“There is no time, general,” Ronash said in a grave tone. “Someone has spotted a cloaked figure moving toward the castle entrance. I want you and some elites to investigate.” Zaron nodded and Ronash stepped to the side. “Hurry now.”
“Yes, my king,” Zaron nodded in respect and left the room in a rush. As he ran, he pulled his sword from its sheath and held it in guard position. He was stopped abruptly when a ray of dark energy intercepted his path.
Zaron cursed under his breath and turned to see who fired that bolt. When he turned to the open room, his eyes widened. The room was littered with dead bodies and there was signs of struggle present. Yet, out of the destruction, there was one person, or thing, still standing. Standing in the center of the room was a tall cloaked figure that stood at least eight feet tall and grim-looking. In its hands was a black sword that glowed dark purple.
“Hey, you stop right there,” Zaron said in a stern voice, switching to attack formation. He studied the unmoving figure but was unsure how to act. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake that his fallen comrades made and rush towards the stranger.
“Do you not recognize who you are talking to?” the figure finally spoke, its voice as cold as ice. “I am Shadow Lord Aberon, the former ruler of Krotaos.” Zaron suddenly stepped back when the figure introduced itself. Master Aberon? Zaron thought. That cannot be my former master
“You lie. You cannot possibly be Aberon,” Zaron said, his voice uneasy. “I knew Lord Aberon and he abandoned me. How dare you impersonate my former master?”
Aberon chucked softly and raised his sword. “Former Master? Hmm, why do you doubt me then? I am obviously the strongest person in here.” Zaron gasped slightly. He is right Unable to respond back, Zaron fell to his knees, his sword on the floor.
“If you are as you say you are, then I shall serve you as I did before. Yet, first, you must prove yourself completely. King Ronash is the king at the moment and if you really are Lord Aberon, you would destroy him instantly.” Aberon nodded and then stepped towards Zaron.
“Hmm, very well,” Aberon said and moved past the general. Zaron watched as he walked down the corridor and spotted Ronash coming down the hallway in his battle outfit.
As soon as Aberon spotted the king, he raised his sword. Ronash raised the staff just as a bolt of energy flew from the sword. Ronash was quick enough to deflect the bolt to the side and narrowed his eyes.
“So, you must be King Ronash,” Aberon said, his tone low. “Thank you for keeping my kingdom together while I was away.”
“Your kingdom?” Ronash said, his voice also low. “This kingdom belongs to me and me alone.” Ronash then struck the ground with his staff and a Quake shoot the area. Around the staff, boulders shot out the ground and Ronash twisted the staff at Aberon. The boulders were flung from the ground and hurled straight at Aberon.
“Terra element, I presume?” Aberon yawned. “Never been a fan of those types.” He pointed the sword at the boulders and they stopped midair.
(to be continued)