Exactly why does every single story you read or hear or watch end happily ever after? I don’t know either.
Perhaps it leaves that little pang in our hearts to see the “good guy” die, or is it to simply annoy those insane evil people whom, with all their hearts, despise good and all its glory? But here is a story that, most definitely does not end happily, for the “hero” dies in the final battle! This story surrounds Aroth’ak, a grim necromancer from a far away continent.
~Part 1~
It seemed as if the very trees cried out against his bleak existence as Aroth’ak hap-hazardously trudged through the little wooded area near Kelay, the little Elven village in the very heart of the Sage Forest. Night was setting in, and it was about time the necromancer arrived at Kelay. Finally, after long and endless hours of travel, he was there. He had left Gualon, the Orcish city sitting in the desolate swamps to the west of the Nameless Desert, after a seemingly endless trip there to set the Orcish armies in their rightful places. The war against the waning might of Catera was coming, and Aroth’ak selfishly hoped to win it single-handedly.
Aroth’ak was distinctly a mover and a shaker, nomadic in that he would move from one of the Great Cities to another, rumbling and tumbling the already fragile foundations of each city. The obsidian scabbard of his five-foot long blade sat belted to his waist, slanting downward toward the ground, thumping every time the vampire made a sudden movement. His hooded black robe, pale skin, dark hair, and somber expression had all given Aroth’ak a mysterious, dark, and powerful image, and he intended to keep it that way. Many of the weaker mortals all the way from the great fortress of Cenril to the dwarven city of Moyle feared him, and only a foolish few stood against him. Among these was the city of Catera.
Catera was once the mightiest empire in the entire world, for its borders reached all the way from mighty Moyle to the Milus Plains. It had been during the Battle Of Starion that the Lord of Hell, Kaizer, crushed the waning might of Catera, and Catera’s borders had suddenly begun to shrink rapidly. Finally, Catera’s entire empire was only their original city, and Salit sat, exhausted, on his aging throne, knowing he was the last of the mightiest lords of Catera. Merdread, a no-body sorcerer from nowhere, had suddenly slain Drathnar, Salit’s Arch Magus, and it came up not much later that Gaudavcaos had, also, been destroyed, only by Talaryn, and not Merdread. Talaryn was the son of gods, and he was stronger than nearly anybody.
Pondering all this, Aroth’ak had finally spotted Kelay, but what he saw there could only chill his blood, and, through all his remaining life he remembered the chilling effect it had on his usually stony heart…A conglomerate of elves was carrying a large, wooden casket, atop which was a great gem of sapphire…
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Dudes, please post any comments on this, hopefully I’ll decide to write Part 2, and maybe even all the way up to the end of the story, where Aroth’ak dies.