Jaxsom. Wake up, Jaxsom.
The voice was not heard from the ear, but from the mind. And Jaxsom opened his eyes to see who was calling.
Jaxsom. Jaxsom! Come outside! Hurry!
Jaxsom wondered from where he was hearing from originated. But he had little time to think when a gunshot reverberated from outside.
Jaxsom immediately jumped off of bed and began to awkwardly put on his trousers and shirt, along with a black vest his father gave him. After fully clothing himself, he went to the chest where the Fifty Magnum was inside, still admiring it's size and power as he lifted it up.
He tied the holster and bullet belt that was also in the chest around his waist. And then he began loading the mighty weapon. He opened the cylinders and loaded all six of them. Fully prepared, he then headed out of his bedroom door.
To his surprise, Gwineth and Mother were already out of bed, still wearing their nightgowns. Gwineth looked shooken up and terrified, but Mother managed to keep her calm.
"Jaxsom!" said Gwineth as she went to hug her older brother.
"Gwineth," sad Jaxsom. "What is the matter?"
"Jaxsom! By gods Grace you are okay," said Matilda.
"Where is Da?" said Jaxsom. More gunshots were then heard, and the sounds of screaming and crying could be heard.
"Your father is out there! He hasn't returned to bed," said Mother nervously. "Go out and find him! But be careful."
"I will, Mother," vowed Jaxsom. And in a hurry he went outside to see what was happening.
To his horror, he saw houses lit ablaze, the dead and dying littering the streets, and soldiers in armor marching up and down the street, shooting anyone alive in their path. They beared long rifles and swords, either hacking away in close combat or shooting from distance. Their shields and armors were marked with the Kyreem Seal, the Black Dragon.
"What the bloody?" said Jaxsom in a dumbfounded voice.
He heard nearby gunfire, a slight shock that woke up his senses. He grabbed the Magnum and firmly gripped it, and he slowly crept to it's source. He pointed the gun at the person who was firing, only to find his father firing round after round with his rifle.
"Da?" said Jaxsom, holstering his gun.
Lionel turned to look right at Jaxsom's dumbfounded face, and he too was given a shock.
"Jaxsom!?" said Father. "What are you doing out here?"
"Mother sent me to find you."
"Well you did a good job at doing that. Now get down before someone shoots off your head," Lionel said in a hushed voice.
Suddenly, a bullet landed between the two of them. Without even thinking, Jaxsom pulled out the Magnum and fired at the soldier who took the shot. The bullet pierced the armor like butter, right at the heart - which lead to a splatter of blood fly from the hole.
Two more soldiers came and aimed their rifles right at the two, but Jaxsom was a step faster and fired twice in quick succession. Both soldier fell to the ground, with bullet wounds to the heart.
"That gun must be one with your soul to be firing so much like a marksman," Lionel said with a chuckle. "Watch out!!!"
Before Jaxsom could retaliate, a sword bearing soldier appeared and was now about to take a slice at Jaxsom, but the soldier was stopped dead in his tracks by a glowing white forcefield. No matter how many the soldier sliced at the wall, it would not give.
Jaxsom turned behind him to see if Lionel was the one casting the ward. Sure enough, Lionel had his left arm raised, with Magicka gathering and flowing from his channelling left hand. "Let me deal with this cretin, Jaxsom. Step away from him," said Lionel.
Jaxsom did as he was told. The forcefield disappeared, but before the soldier could make another swipe Hellfire was unleashed upon the soldier, crying in agony for only a few seconds before succumbing. The soldier's armor glowed red hot and his body was burnt till charcoal.
Just one of the many spells Lionel Augustine Bastille learned throughout the years.
Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings could be heard. To Jaxsom's shock, dragons were flying above, heading straight for the village. A total of five drakes flew high above, spitting fire and fireballs down on the village.
"Dragons!?!" shrieked Jaxsom. "What the bloody are dragons doing here?!"
"Helping out plight," said Father. "They were the ones who warned me and the villagers to take to arms. A dark force has come, so say the dragons."
"How did you get the Dragonkin to help us? And why are the Kyreem Guard coming to destroy us?" said Jaxsom.
Lionel lowered his carbine with a sigh. "I guess it be time I share with you a family secret, one only that your mother and I know." His face turned morose, as though the secret he was about to reveal was painful. "You see, Jaxsom. I-"
Suddenly, more roaring could be heard. More dragons appeared out of the blue, too.
"These are our allies as well, father?" said Jaxsom.
Lionel looked with a grave face. These new dragons - about eight fold in number - beared a chest plate strapped to them, bearing the seal of Kyreem right on them.
"No," said Lionel.
These new dragons blast fire directly at houses and abodes, or at any person on the street who was not a Kyreem soldier. Before they could do much damage, these Kyreem Guard dragons were met with full assault by the five Ally dragons. But the allies were outnumbered, and struggled to hold back the eight.
A large fireball then flew over the two and exploded at it's target - the Bastille Household.
"Mum! Gwineth!" shrieked Jaxsom. The house was now lit ablaze by the fireball.
"Jaxsom! Hurry! To the house!" barked Lionel. "I'll stay hear to keep the fight, but go save the two!"
"Aye," was all that Jaxsom said before he was about to rush to home.
"But wait!"called his Father. Jaxsom stopped in his tracks and returned to Lionel. "Take this with you," and Lionel put in Jaxsom's hand a silver, pointed magnum round. "It's made out of silver, the bane of all evil creatures. I believe you may be needing this. Now go!"
Jaxsom made a quick nod and headed straight for home.
To his horror, the roof of home was lit ablaze, and smoke could be seen puffing out of the windows. He was at the door and already he heard the cough and screams of her mother and younger sister.
"I'm coming!" yelled Jaxsom. Yet for a strange reason, the door was sealed shut. Someone had locked the door. "Gwineth! Mother! Open the door!"
Jaxsom felt no other option but to shoot the lock. With the pull of a trigger the gun blasted right at the lock. Now free from its barrings, Jaxsom kicked the door down. Smoke came pouring out and temporarily blinded Jaxsom. But once the smoke died down, he immediately reached for the stairs, climbing them posthaste.
"Mother! Gwineth! I'm here!" he yelled.
"Jaxsom? Is that you?" said Mother Matilda from the end of the hallway.
"Yes it's me, mother. I've come to-" But before he could finish, he heard a crackling noise from above him.
All of a sudden the roof gave way, and cindered wood and plaster fell right on top of him. And everything else turned black
Despite the fall and the blow to the head, Jaxsom was still semiconscious. Loud cacophony could be heard from his ears. Sound of distress, sounds of fear, sound of fright could be heard coming from up ahead. Though the wood was not so hot as the rest of the burning house, his head was still ringing from the collapsed roof.
Thankfully, he had the strength to squeeze himself from out the material. But his body was covered up with smoldering and ashy wood and timbers. Just enough to hide him from a dark figure that walked right past him.
The flames further up the hallway didn't seem to bother him. Rather, they seemed to dance around him, as though they were sentient and obeyed his very whim. The fires of the house grew hotter, yet that didn't seem to bother him. The heat and flames only seemed to further invigorate his powers - powers that for some reason Jaxsom was able to detect. Powers that felt black and siniste
Jaxsom saw the horrified faces of Mother and Gwineth as this strange, dark man walked off towards them.
Gwineth especially let out a few whimpers as the dark man stood right in front of fhem. "So this is the family of Darmantas gro'Iroh."
The person's voice did not sound like a normal human's. It was slithery and almost demonic sounding, his dark aura only seeming to fester and gather in strength. "All those whom belong to the Draglem must die." he said.
Raising his right hand, Jaxsom could feel Magicka start to gather, the strings winding up as a dark ball formed on the evil one's palm. And he pointed that ball straight the mother and daughter.
"NOOOOO!!!" yelled Jaxsom as he immediately jumped up from the rubble to retaliate. He took his magnum and aimed directly for the demon's head. The shot was true, as the flew directly for the center of its head. Blood poured momentarily, but then it stopped on its own.
The wound sealed itself shut.
The being turned around and looked straight at Jaxsom. His face was definitely human like, but the eyes were fiery red, and the skin looked charred and burnt.
"You stay away from my family, you hear!!!" commanded Jaxsom.
Another gunshot was fired, this time hitting the demon's heart. But just like with its head, the wound bled momentarily and then healed itself. The demon extended his right arm and made a fist. Almost instantly, Jaxsom felt something choking his neck, as though he was being wringed by a crushing vicegrip.
"So you must be the first-born," said the Demon. "Then you shall be the first to die!"
Even while being choked, Jaxsom shot the remaining rounds from his gun, but to no avail. The demon man would only regenerate from each piercing bullet. Jaxsom couldn't help but choke under the intense pressure he was under. And slowly his surroundings began to turn black.
Suddenly a white light appeared behind the demonic man, and he screamed an earpiercing cry.
"Gwineth! Run with your brother! Get out of here as quickly as possible!" said Matilda.
"But Mother, I-" Gwineth was about to say before she was cut off by her mother.
"Now!!! I can't hold this being for longer," she said in a panting voice.
The young lass, barely thirteen years old, had no choice but to run toward her brother. She was careful not to get too close to the demon, and she reached the other side of the hallway where her brother was waiting. "Quickly, you two! Get as far away from here possible!"
Jaxsom, now his little sister's guardian, must now find away to escape from the burning house. His first thought was the stairs, but before even taking a step he saw that they were up in flames. Now pondering another exit route, he decided that they had no choice but to jump out of a window. The closest one was his little sister's room, which too was smoldering.
To Gwineth's horror she had to bear the sight of all of her precious mementos being consumed by fire. Her photos of her with family, the stuffed plush toys that Father had bought her throughout the years, wonderful floral bed with rose and daffodil designs. All was consumed by the hunger of fire. And a slight tear trickled down her face as they reached for the window.
With a solid kick, Jaxsom broke the shutters and took a look at what awaited them.
Hellfire. Hellfire was all that Jaxsom saw. There was no building spared from destruction. A massacre of people littered the streets, some even smoldering in fire. The soldiers were finishing off those who remained, and the dragon allies had succumbed to their injuries, all five of them - but not before killing four of the Kyreem dragons.
Jaxsom faced this new world order with disbelief and astonishment. This was what was decided upon his village. This holocaust of innocent people was approved and carried out to the final word. And not a single soul or building was to be spared.
"Foolish wench! You think your powers could ever match mine?" said the demon.
Jaxsom immediately snapped out of his bewilderment. He had to jump out the window first.
"I'll jump first, okay Gwineth? Then I'll catch you once I've gotten down. Does it sound alright with you?"
"I'm scared, Jaxsom," she said with a whimper.
"Don't worry, Gwin. I won't let a single thing happen to you."
And so, Jaxsom turned around and went up to the window sill. The ground was not terriblly far down, but Jaxsom knew what to do.
He jumped off the window and just before landing he twisted his body forwards. Upon touching the floor on his feet he made a roll, swiveling forwards and and stopping on his two feet. He lifted himself upwards and looked right at Gwineth. She slowly approached the edge of the window sill, and in one leap of faith she jumped out.
Just like he promised, Jaxsom grabbed Gwineth before she hit the ground. But just after Gwineth jumped, the second floor of the house exploded, with timber woods flying all over the place. The two were spared such a horrible death.
"MOTHER!!!" cried out Gwineth.
There was no way for her mother to have survived the explosion. And Jaxsom knew this. "She bought us time to escape, Gwineth," he said as the you lass began crying. "Let us make sure her sacrifice was not in vain."
But though Jaxsom's valiance preceeded him, he could not hold back a single tear drop from falling down his face. But they were still very much in danger, and mourning would only slow their escape.
Go, Jaxsom! Run away from this place! Before the Dark One has a chance to slay you both! said the voice.
Again, Jaxsom wondered where that voice was coming from, but his mind had to focus on the pressing matter of escape. "Quickly, Gwineth! We must escape from here!"
"But what about father!? We can't leave without him," replied Gwineth.
"Gwin, if we stay hear any longer, we will die! Plus, it'll take more than a skirmish to keep our old man from losing. Now come! We must leave here before more soldiers arrive."
"Okay," was Gwineth's only response.
So the two ran from the village through the main entrance, passing the overhead sign saying "Welcome to Markarther". They ran past field after field of burning agriculture.
Even the corn and wheat was to be done away with.
Past the fields was the entrance to the forest, with the road winding down into darkness. But the two were tired before they even made it to the entrance.
"Where are we going?"panted Gwineth. "Anywhere but here," replied Jaxsom.
The two stopped to rest, jumping into the bramble to hide themselves as they catched their breath. The two were panting heavily, the mad dash from the village having taken its toll. But for now they were safe. Or so they thought.
"Jaxsom..." murmured Gwineth. "I'm scared," she said with a whimper. She went up to him and hugged him by his waist. All Jaxsom could do was wrap an arm around her. "Don't be. We will make it through this. I promise."
Jaxsom. Hurry! They're coming for you!
The same voice as before. But from where?
Hurry, Jaxsom! They're coming right for you two!
"Gwineth. We must keep going. This place isn't safe," he told her.
"But where will we go? And won't they catch us if we run more?"
"I'll make sure they don't," he said, lifting up the magnum and releasing the latch that opened the cylinders. Empty shells fell out, and with telekinesis he loaded the gun with more bullets, all in quick succession. With his weapon ready for use, he stood up from the ground and helped lift Gwineth up. The two had more trekking to do.
They went at a slower pace than before. As to not draw attention to themselves, they stuck to the bushes off to the side of the road. But it wasn't long before the bushes lead way to spiney brambles, leaving the two no choice to trek on the main road.
The night concealed them well. And they made steady progress down the road, the moon being their only light source. All the while, Jaxsom took looks behind him to see if they were being followed.
A slight red dot was seen, meaning that they were still being pursued. But their distance was so far off and the night was so dark that the soldiers couldn't see nor hear them. But that by no means meant they were safe.
The sound of running water could be heard from the distance. And Jaxsom new very well what place they were reaching.
The road started to turn from dirt to paved stone, and orbs of blue light could be seen off in the distance. The two pressed on to see where that light came from, but Jaxsom was relieved to have reached this landmark...
The Stone Hearth Bridge. The bridge he and his father crossed many times to reach the market at town.
"We're almost to Hearth Town, Gwineth!" said Jaxsom rather excitedly. "From there we can get information as to what in the bloody is going on."
They reached the bridge and the glowing orbs, which were spherical, magical lanterns that collected the sun's energy at day in order to glow at night. The bridge was wide and very long, which spanned over the mighty Corvess River.
"Quickly, Gwineth. We're almost to town across this bridge."
Suddenly, the sounds of wings flapping in the air were heard, and there was enough light to see from where they were coming from.
A large, red dragon landed in front of the two, wearing Dragon Armor with the Seal of Kyreem painted on it. "And where do you two think you're going?" it said - female, judging by the voice.
Another dragon appeared next to her and let out an intimidating, toothy grin. "What do we have here?" said the green scaled creature, another female. "Two delightfully, delicious looking morsels. Oh, the little girl especially. One quick snack for tonight. She looks small enough to swallow whole, even."
The comment made Gwineth whimper and shudder, holding tighter onto her older brother.
"They're not for us to eat, Marselia," said a male voice, this time coming from the other side of the bridge. Two more dragons, one gray and a bronze colored, stood behind the two humans. "They're to be sacrificed, preferably alive" said the same male voice, which turned out to be the bronze.
"I don't know, Maldacai," said the silver. "I prefer we just kill them already. Afterall, it's their bodies they want."
"Stay away from us!!!" shouted Jaxsom, pointing the gun directly at the green dragon.
"Aw, what a cute little toy you have there," did the green un-intimidated. "Those pop guns sure do feel tingly on my skin."
"That's no ordinary gun," said the red female rather unsteadily. "I can sense great power emanating from it."
"All the more reason to kill them now," said the gray, raising up an arm in order to swipe at them. The attack was quick, but for some reason, Jaxsom was able to focus in with incredible precision and speed, shooting right at the joint of arm and torso.
The grey let out a roar of pain. He put his arm down, but because the joint was severed it hurt to put any weight on it. "You damned human!" He said as he hissed. "You'll pay for that!"
"And pay he will," said the red female. The red was about to release hellfire from her mouth, but before she let loose a white shield of light appeared, blocking the intense flames from even touching the two.
Jaxsom wondered where the shield came from, until he looked at his side and saw Gwineth's arms open wide. "Mother taught me a few things besides cooking. Just like how Father taught you, Jax," she said with a grin.
Once the flames ceased and the shield went away did Jaxsom take a shot at the red. The gun blasted another ear splitting magnum round, this time hitting the throat of the dragon, piercing all the way through the neck.
The red was reeling in pain, letting a roar and a whimper as she clenched her throat. "That gun... " she rasped. "That gun is not just a regular magnum. It belonged to Darmantas gro'Iroh himself. It's his personal weapon... The Beast Slayer!"
"Then kill him already!!! Kill them both!!" bellowed the gray ad he hissed in pain.
Suddenly, the sound of wings were heard again. But the very air itself trembled as mighty gusts from wing flaps blew onto everyone.
"Oh bloody, now we're in for it," said the gray.
"It is him, in living flesh and bones!" said the green in a trembling voice. "It be the Draglem!"
The light revealed a creature of unparalleled size, much larger than any one of the four dragons. And it breathed through it's nose did fire come flaring out.
"Cowards! The lot of you!" said the gigantic dragon. "You dare take the lives of innocents? First you burn down a village and kill your fellow Dragonkin, and now you rid the life of these two young ones!?!"
The four remained starstruck and terrified, wondering just what it was the Draglem would do to them. The Draglem flew closer to the group, and the light revealed just how large it was and how it looked.
The Draglem was with scales of pure white, almost holy and sancre. Its size was incredible, demanding attention and awe.
It landed right next to the two humans, and it looked first at Jaxsom and Gwineth. "Are you two alright?"
"Yes," said Gwineth. But Jaxsom was pondering in his head about the gun that he held.
Where did his father get such a powerful weapon? Why did he have the weapon that belonged to a dragon?
"Lad, I see confusement in your eyes," said the Draglem at Jaxsom. Upon hearing this, he looked up to see the creature in further detail. It reminded him of his father's white hair, and the white hair that Jaxsom himself had. "Your weapon's power is second to none, made from onyx ore, a magical and powerful metal so rare that it is only found in abundance inside the holy mountain Mortum Sanctor. And it is a good thing you were given it. I believe it has already saved yours and your sister's lives.
"I also bring to you a boon," said the Draglem as he dropped something to the ground. Jaxsom opened it and discovered not only more bullets but Bullet Carrying, Cross Torso Suspenders - to which Jaxsom immediately put on and filled the slits with more bullets.
"How did my father come across your weapon, Sir Draglem?" asked Jaxsom.
"Your father was worthy of it. His heart and mind spoke of a kindness and courage that few humans have. And to acknowledge his honor, I gave him my gun. It seems you too are worthy of possessing it."
"Why thank you, Sir Dra-"
Jaxsom felt a choking sensation that stopped him from talking. The feeling was familiar, and grew stronger as it constricted his throat and blood vessels.
"Funny story that you made up, Darmantas," said a slithery a familiar sounding voice.
Out of thin air a dark figure appeared and stood his ground against the Draglem, unflinching and un-intimidated.
The enemy dragons fell in peace, as though they were saved from a terrible fate.
"Liozelfos!" said Darmantas. "The Demon Man-hunter. What brings a creature of damnation to the ethereal plane?"
Jaxsom came face to face with the demon with red eyes once more. And his power was just as strong as before as he continued choking. He looked down and realized Gwineth was being choked as well.
"You," said the demon. And the Draglem began making odd noises. It reached for its throat as it seemed to struggle to breathe. "I'll be taking you three with me, and the King of Kyreem will be very pleased to have a sacrifice of such powerful beings," and then the demon Liozelfos let out a sinister cackle.
Jaxsom lifted up the Beast Slayer as he was choking and fired round after powerful round at the demon. But they didn't seem to even phase it, let alone injure it.
"That little popcap gun won't work on me," said Liozelfos. "In fact I am immune to all of your pathetic earthly weapons. The gun may have been cast out of holy metal to tear down the mightiest of beasts, but against infernal creatures like me they are useless!" And he let out another sinister laugh.
The Silver Bullet, Jaxsom
Jaxsom once again heard the voice in his head. But where was it coming from?
Hurry! Before we all fall to our doom. The silver bullet. Use it now that he's distracted.
Jaxson desperately reached into his pants pockets as his vision was starting to blur. He found the bullet, shiny and seeming to hold holy power. He released the latch and the empty shells clattered to the floor.
He loaded the silver bullet and pulled the striking pin to cock it. Now he felt as though his vision was blackening, but he was coherent enough to take aim.
The Beast Slayer fired the holy bullet and it pierced right through the demons heart.
In an instant, the choking hold was let go. And Liozelfos was screaming in a bloodcurdling, ear-piercing cry. The demon began to contort and twist, the holy bullet now wracking and purging the evil demon.
At last he was able to say a few things. "I will be avenged, Draglem. As we speak, the soldiers of Kyreem are setting up their position to kill you and your children," he said hoarsely. "I will see you three in hell."
And then the Demon body burned to cinders, which later blew in the breeze as a black ashes.
As the demon mentioned, the bridge began to fill with Kyreem guards, all carrying and wielding Long Rifles. Jaxsom raised his weapon and was about fire right at the guards, that is until the Draglem looked at both him and his sister.
"Leave this to me," Darmantas said. "Shield yourselves and stay low. I'll take care of everything myself."
The two young humans did what they were told, but Jaxsom couldn't get over one thing. The demon called them the Draglem's children. But how would they be sired by a dragon?
Rifles clicking could be heard in all directions, the soldiers now preparing their weapons to take aim. The four dragons, too, were preparing to launch an attack, their claws scratching n the stonework of the bridge to sharpen their claws.
For a moment all was silent. No one moved and not a sound was made. The scene seemed to be frozen in time, with no movement from everyone. The soldiers were now visible, with rifle marksmen on both side of the bridge. And Jaxsom clenched the Beast Slayer as he and Gwineth lay under the cover of a white orb.
No one knew who fired the first shot, but the sound of the first rifle blast triggered a chain reaction of attacks.
The Dragonkin immediately breathed fire on to the three, as well as the rifle men firing their first shots. The bullets just seemed to bounce off of the Draglem's skin, and so too the orb that protected the two.
The Dragonkin breathed hellfire on to them, but the Draglem stood unaffected.
In retaliation, the Draglem shot a fireball from his mouth, causing a group soldiers to be blown away by the blast. Then there came the sword and shield bearing soldiers and tried hack and smash the Draglem's skin. But barely a cut could be made.
In retaliation to that, the Draglem breathed ice, with cold air and ice shards flying n the direction of the male drake-kin. They breathed fire to counteract, but the shards still made it through the fire. The gray let out a roar as one ice shard managed to pierce his right eye. Though half blind, the gray did all he could to defend himself.
Darmantas flew into the air, continuing to bombard the drakes and soldiers with breath weapons - with the three uninjured dragons flying up to meet the Draglem in an aerial assault.
Meanwhile, Jaxsom and Gwineth remained in the white orb. The soldiers were focusing most of their attention drawn to the fight above. Jaxsom clutched the Beast Slayer clse to him, fully loaded to attack. But trapped inside the bubble, the bullets might ricochet and hit them back. Yet not being able to do anything was nerve-racking.
"Gwineth, is there any way I can fire my gun without hurting us?" asked Jaxsom.
Gwineth pondered for a sec. "I think you could push both your hand and your gun past the shield," she said. "I think mother told me you could do that."
The mention of Mother stung at Jaxsom's heart. "Let's see if we can try that."
He extended his arm forward, and sure enough both gun and arm phased through the shield.
Jaxsom smiled pleased. "Now we can tear these bastards apart!"
And no sooner said than done did he fire a shot, the head of one soldier exploding into a spread of blood and viscera. The soldiers next to him were startled and unnerved by what happened to their comrade - that is, until they too met the same fate.
Jaxsom's marksman was second to none, firing round after round from the Beast Slayer and killing off a soldier at a time. But soon the soldiers caught wind of this and began to draw their attention at the two in the white bubble, firing round after round at them - and thankfully, with no round penetrating the bubble.
One marksman fired a round at the Beast Slayer itself, and by doing just that the gun was painfully launched from Jaxsom's hands.
A soldier took advantage of this and ran towards the gun, and before Jaxsom could react the gun was already in the soldier's hands. "Now let's see if we can kill us some halflings," he said, and point the weapon straight at Jaxsom. Both Jaxsom and Gwineth were startled and afraid. Now the tables had turned, the mighty gun now pointed directly at them.
But when the soldier pulled the trigger the gun did not fire. The hammer struck the bullet dead center, but the gun refused to fire. The soldier pulled the trigger multiple times, yet the gun would not obey.
Suddenly, the barrel glowed white with exceedingly high heat, burning the soldier's hand till they were charred. He let out a blood curdling scream and immediately dropped the gun. It was then that Jaxsom used telekinesis to quickly pull the gun back to him. And once again in his hands, Jaxsom let out another pleased smile - the burned soldier was then ended of his misery.
Meanwhile, in the sky Darmantas was facing off against the three Kyreem drakes. With a single slash of his claws he gouged through the protective armor of the green dragon and drew blood, the female roaring in pain afterwards. But to his surprise, the bronze gouged at his back, causing him to roar as well.
In retaliation, the Draglem breathed fire and caught the bronze right at the face, inciting a screech.
Both the Bastille and the Draglem were hard at work tearing the enemy down to size. By the end of it, very few of the soldiers remained or had fled. The three dragons had collapsed on top of the bridge, exhausted and beaten up - with no more will to fight.
Darmantas landed on the bridge with several gouges and cuts, but he proved to be the champion. Jaxsom finished off the rest of the soldiers, proving himself the Victor of this battle. Gwineth unshielded and the two ran to Darmantas. Gwineth was so full of joy that she hugged the Draglem right at have snout.
In response, the Draglem gave her a lick on the cheek, with happy cobalt eyes and a smile.
"We did it!" cheered Gwineth. "We beat them all!"
"That we certainly did, young one," responded the Draglem.
But Jaxsom was not in cheer. Rather his mind was in thought, pondering what had just heard. The soldier who grabbed the revolver called him and his sister halflings, and Liozelfos even called them Darmantas' children.
To make things even more coincidental, the Draglem had the same colored eyes as Lionel.
The more he thought over it, the more conclusive his thinking became. But the only way to know for sure was to go ahead and ask them dragon himself.
Jaxsom approached the holy white colored dragon, and the drake then turned his attention to him. "Your father was wise to give you that weapon," Darmantas said. "You have almost perfect marksmanship, and you're a quick thinker to boot. I say you would make a fine Knight if you were to pursue that career."
"And what about me, Mr.Darmantas?" said Gwineth giddily.
"For you, I would have to say you would make a fine Sorceress. Your attunement to Magicka is second to none. Whoever taught you spell crafting must have been quite a good Magicka wielder."
"My Mother taught me," she said happily. But as soon as she mentioned mother did a pain come to her chest. "Mother..." she said as a tear trickled down her face.
"Darmantas," said Jaxsom. "Do you know if our father is alive? His name is Lionel Augustine Bastille. He is a burly man with white hair and white mustache. Have you seen him?"
The Draglem shook his head. "Sorry. I do not recall the name."
"But I most certainly do," Said a whispering, malicious voice. "And I'll make sure he joins me in the afterlife."
Suddenly a black silhouette with red eyes appeared. "Stay away from these children, Liozelfos!!!" bellowed Darmantas.
"The children will come in their own time. But it is not the children I am after," said the demon. "It is YOU!!!"
The demon extended an arm and a red beam was fired, straight at the Draglem's heart.
The Draglem, in a loud cry, gripped his chest before collapsing onto the floor. He was unmoving, and the warmth seemed to be leaving his body.
"NOOO!!!" yelled Jaxsom. In a quick reflex he fired two shots at the demon's silhouette. Yet just like before, regular amunnition was useless.
"You will be joining the Draglem soon enough, my children. Consider this a calling card from my master!"he then began to cackle uncontrollably. "The Lord of All Evil!!!"
The demon then disappeared into thin air, leaving behind the smell of rot and decay. But the Draglem was badly wounded. A successful attack from a demon, no matter how small, would always prove fatal.
"Jaxsom. Gwineth. Come here, dear children," said the dying beast.
The two of them went up to the Draglem and began to hear his final words.
"I tried so hard in protecting you two. Your father would be proud in what you've managed to achieve. Though you tried your hardest, your parents will have died this night. And it is time that I reveal one last secret.
"Jaxsom. Gwineth. I even in spirit, will always be your guardian, because I..."
The Draglem said no more. And he closed his eyes for the last time.
"You are what?" said Jaxsom, but received no response. "What is it? You are our what, Sir Draglem!?!"
Tears were falling down his face as he mourned the death of the Draglem. Yet his grief soon turned to anger, and he knew exactly at who to voice his rage at.
"I will avenge you, Sir Draglem," he said as he released the cylinder latch. By telekinesis, the empty shells were replaced by live rounds.
"Jax? Are you okay?" asked Gwineth worriedly. But her brother looked inconsolable, his face serious and with fury in his eyes.
He looked at the four dragons, each one showing a face of fear and terror.
"Tell me, you four. Was killing an innocent creature part of your agenda?" he asked in a hoarse, slightly angered voice. "Was it worth killing my family, my entire village, and now this?"
The dragons remained quiet. The one eyed gray dragon, with still functional wings, attempted an escape via ai.. But before he could even take off, the magnum fired a round. The gray collapsed dead on the floor from a shot to the heart.
"Jaxsom? Are you alright?" asked Gwineth again. No response
Jaxsom them then swivelled around looked at the two females.
"Tell me, you two. Was it worth selling your souls?"
"No," said the green. "No it was not. I hope you can forgive-" but her voice was silenced by a bullet to the head.
"Jaxsom. Please. Answer me!" said Gwineth. "Let's just go."
"Not until they all pay," he replied. His voice almost sounded gutteral and beast like.
Before she even got a chance to say anything, the red was shot dead, too.
"Jaxsom! That's enough!" said Gwineth as she stood in his way. But Jaxsom just simply shoved her aside. The only one remaining was the bronze colored dragon.
"Please!" he said to Jaxsom in a fearful, blubbering voice "Please, spare me! I'll give you my whole hoard of gold if you were to just let me live."
"Did you spare my village?" was all Jaxsom said as he pierced the dragon's heart. The only living creatures left on the bridge were Jaxsom and Gwineth.
"Jaxsom?" asked his sister. "Are you satisfied now that all four are dead?" she said in a rather scolding tone.
Jaxsom nodded yes, but his tears said otherwise.
He then went up to bridge's edge and looked at the mighty Corvess. He was only eighteen, and already he was a killer. A ruthless, heartless killer. Already, his heart has turned cold in the delivery of death. But his tears showed that he was still too unexperienced and too young to have to carry this burden.
But the comfort he received was in the knowledge that he was not alone. He looked back at his younger sister and beckoned her to hold his hand. This was now his priority. This was the treasure he would now had to protect.
He felt someone hugging him, and when he looked to see to his side he saw Gwineth. She was crying and blubbering her heart out. "Why couldn't you just let them live?! Why did you have to kill them?!" she said.
These words were like daggers to his heart. Why couldn't he let them live? Why couldn't he just let them fly off to their master or leader, telling that person that their mission was a failure? Only to have more dragons come after him and his sister?
No. They had to die. What they did to his village was unforgivable. They had to pay with their lives. There was no way around it. But why did it have to be him? Why was this task given up to him?
His heart began to beat furiously all of a sudden as he felt a bullet tear through his back.
A marksman must have remained.
The bullet tore right out his chest. He put an arm on his right breast, only to find it bleeding. He heard the sound of gunfire soon afterwards. He then tightened his bullet belt and suspenders tighter, and holstered the magnum to his side.
His began thinking thoughts of home. Of family. Of joy. Of Sweet Reverie. Some final thoughts.
"Gwineth," he said, looking at his dear younger sister.
His body then began to keel to his wound, and he fell over the side of the bridge...