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Alright, major update. I now have 9 chapters up and they're linked to where they're posted on my DeviantArt page. That should make it a bit easier to read.
I wrote a short story that doesn't quite have a place yet, but I thought I'd share it with you lovely peoples! Enjoy!
Finally. It was about time I lived again. Of course, I had to put Saxen into a coma for a few days to fix all the damage that had accumulated in his mind from my absence. Two new personalities had emerged and his own thoughts were in such disarray it was painful to sort through. I had to repair anxiety, OCD, and split personality disorder. It was messy stuff, but, once it was done, he was back to being the man he used to be. Once I was finished, he had Grok arrange a meeting of the remaining rebel leaders. He was intending to finally end this war after 15 years. Good. He was still confident in us. Before the meeting, I was even able to get his limbs to grow back and heal up most of his scars. Of course, he was a few minutes late to his own meeting. I walked in behind him. I didn’t feel like being combined with him for this. We walked in together and everyone flocked around him. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. I’d been dead for almost 15 years and nobody noticed that I was back.
He told them that he had his wits back about him and that he was going to need their help to make a plan to retake the castle. As he told them this, a 16 year old girl wrapped her arms around me and exclaimed, “Uncle Zander!” I looked down at her, shocked, for a moment before I realized that it was Saxen’s little girl. Well, she wasn’t so little anymore, I suppose.
I smiled and laughed as I embraced her. “Little Kai?” I kissed her head. “Of course you’d manage to remember me, you little buzzard!” I couldn’t help but laugh out of pure happiness. I looked up to see everyone in the room staring at me. They had probably stopped what they were doing to look at me as soon as the heard Kai yell my name. Some gave me pretty ugly glares and others just stood there with their jaws gaping open, but none seemed excited in any way. I let one of my old, vampiric grins onto my face. Anyone that had been alive and fighting that long would remember that that grin meant someone was going to be killed. I only let it up for a second or so, but most of the people staring flinched. I broke the embrace and led both her and Saxen over to the planning table. “You’re my favorite, you know that, Kai?” She giggled and Saxen smiled like he hadn’t smiled in years.
We all went through strategies, but I didn’t say much. I mostly leaned against a wall and talked to Kairos, really. I wanted to catch up with her in a more normal way than searching Saxen’s memories. She had really grown up since I had died. She was fully aware of the war and had even killed a few people in her life. It saddened me that she had, but I was proud, honestly. I wished that it wasn’t necessary, but I was proud because she had recognized that it was and had done it. Though, through it all, she was still a daddy’s girl and as childish as ever.
The meeting lasted a little over an hour, and, from what I heard of the planning, Saxen was back in full force, but I had a better plan. Why didn’t I go forward with it? I knew they wouldn’t approve of my plan, but I didn’t care. When the planning was finally done, Saxen came over and I put my hand on his neck, making a quick connection. I saw his plan and helped stabilize our bodies through that simple touch. “I have some business to attend to, if you would excuse me. Meet me outside the castle in about 15, 20, minutes.” With that, I walked out. He knew better than to follow me or try to stop me.
I walked out of Grok’s house, where the meeting had been held, and down the streets toward the castle. I could finally think of something good about being dead for so long. Nobody recognized me. I was able to walk down the streets like any normal person, though I likely looked suspicious with my trench coat and my hat tipped down. I got to the castle and looked up at it. It was certainly impressive. I was glad that it had survived every assault on it so far, but that was something to think about, later. I planted one foot on the wall of the castle and took a step up it with my other foot. I kept my body parallel to the ground and walked up the side of the castle. I finally started getting funny looks. A few soldiers on the ground yelled up at me, but I ignored them and kept walking until I reached the entrance to the Open Hall. I leaned my body up and placed one hand on each door. I pulled them apart and they slid open. I only opened them wide enough for me to step in and closed them behind me.
I looked over at the guards on duty. One was older, experienced. Possibly even old enough to have seen me before. The other was obviously a rookie. I saw the vet whisper something to the rookie and the rookie tensed up a bit. Actually, he tensed up a lot. I couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be fun. I walked over to them and went to move past them, but they crossed their spears in front of me. “Where do you think you’re going?” the vet asked me, coldly.
“I’m here to see the Meyj, sir,” I stated, plainly.
“If he wants to see you, he will go to you.”
I smiled my old signature smile and kept my eyes hidden. “I don’t think you understand. I’m going to see him. I have some very important business with him. I’ve been waiting for 12 years.”
“. . . 12 years?”
“Yes, 12 years. Now, I’m going to see him.” I batted their spears away and stepped past them. Before I could even take two steps, I felt the vet’s spear through my left side. I broke off the end before he could pull it out, and I threw it into his leg. I pulled the shaft of the spear out of my side and dropped it onto the ground, regenerating the hole that it had left. I heard the rookie move and looked back to see that he had fainted. “Rookies. . . no good,” I said to the vet. He lunged over to grab his partner’s spear and spun the blade at my neck. I caught it by the blade and stared at him. “You have a choice, now. Let me go, or die. I don’t want to have to kill you. If you have any doubts, then leave.” He let go of his spear and stood up to attack me. I saw his move and the look in his eyes and got his idea. I sidestepped his attack and struck the back of his head, knocking him out.
“Smart man. . .” I muttered as I started up the stairs. I was met with more guards on every floor, and I incapacitated them without killing them. Drusus really needed to get some better soldiers. Several flights of stairs later, I came to the throne room. I released steam into the room to cloud up visibility before melting under the door. By the time the steam cleared out, I was sitting on the arm of the throne.
He looked at me with a blank expression and asked, “What business do you have here?” He was surprisingly calm, considering someone had just broken into his throne room.
I sat with my arms crossed and glared at him. “Thanatos has returned, Drusus. He’s here just for you.”
Finally, I got the shock I wanted. “Th-Thanatos? I killed you!”
My signature smile returned to my face, yet again. “Nobody beats death, Drusus, but I have one last choice for you. Hand power back to the Zytanha, or die.”
“I will not give up! I am helping these people! You Zytanha are the ones that get them killed!”
“Then you’ve made your choice.” I moved suddenly and threw him into the wall by his shoulder, quickly following up by pressing him against the wall with my hand on his chest. “I have come to claim your life.” My voice was cold and filled with anger. He had killed me. Now, I got to deliver his punishment.
He grabbed my wrist and kicked me where my ribs would be. I was forced back and, as soon as my hand was off him, he teleported behind me and placed his hand on my back, trying to freeze me. It hurt. I spun around and kicked at his face, but he dodged and ended up behind me faster than I could track. I sent tendrils from my back to catch his wrists and actually succeeded. I used those tendrils to flip him onto the ground in front of me and I shot a shard of metal into his heart. Blood quickly poured out of his body as he died.
I cleaned up the blood, and, just as I was finishing, someone burst into the door. He called himself the Viewar. He was the one that had discovered the weaknesses of my race and had told Drusus how to kill me. He had even given up certain strengths in order to get rid of the weaknesses he hoped to exploit in us. I quickly spotted the weapon he had made to kill me the last time and killed him before he could even reach it. Again, I cleaned up the blood. I slung both bodies over my shoulders and started on my way out. All of the guards were still unconscious, which made my exit much easier. I opened the sliding doors and walked down the side of the castle. I saw Saxen waiting for me and didn’t bother closing the castle doors.
When I was standing on the ground, I threw both of the bodies onto the ground in front of Saxen. “Here ya go.”
“Wha- wha- how? what? Did you just- ?”
“Yeah, so?”
“You just ended a war in 15 minutes that we’ve been fighting for 15 years!”
“. . . so?”
“I can’t believe it. . .”
“Well, you’d better. This puts you in charge, Saxen. The Zytanha can finally reign in Anhnyqueg. Now, let us be one once again.” I placed my hand on his chest and let my body melt over his. We could both feel the other’s thoughts, feelings, and memories. It was good to be back.
