Wilson thought he died, he thought that his life came to an end. But finds himself in a grass field with a single tree at a small hill with a figure sitting underneath it. Having approached that figure who introduces himself as God, he would have ne...
A year had passed since we started working here. All was going well, we built up an entire society, schools were blooming, standards of living were improving. I thought finally we managed to find a relaxed and good life. Oh how wrong I was. I stand on a dock, around me ruined buildings lay, battle rages on. Miriam lays dead, in my arms, Marie is mortally wounded, we are cornered. Yrelvia and Elonshe are somewhere, fighting off the invading forces. I tried, I really tried, but it seems none of the kingdoms wanted peace, they wanted war. So many innocents died, all because of hatred to all that is not the usual, all that came from the Demon world. The sea stretched out, the moon reflecting off the water, behind me fire and destruction, completely two different world. I was tasked of evacuating the civilians but now we have been cornered. We, what remains of the civilians. I concentrate my mind, it is full of anger and dread. If these bastard want war, then I will give them one. I summon a ship that has a lot of guns on it, the darkness molds into the fine shape as it lands onto the surface of the water, causing it to displace underneath it's weight.
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HMS Agincourt. Fourteen guns, a lot of secondaries, a lot of firepower. The people stare in fear, wondering how I did it. I feel the power slowly stripping me of my humanity, over the year it felt like time over time, a piece of me was ripped apart. I order the wounded and the remaining civilians to board the ship and they listen, my puppets are seen getting into positions. With Miriam's body in my hands and Marie's being picked up by a orc we walk onto the ship. I will wait, in hopes that Yrelvia and Elonshe come. I wait and wait and see Elonshe, covered in blood, wounded but no Yrelvia. I had at the same time, changed my name, to something more fitting of a creature like me, Draven.
Draven: Elonshe, where is Yreliva?!
Elonshe: Sh...She.. She is.
I can see that she is struggling to say what I dreaded.
Draven: Get on, we are leaving.
She listens to my command and we slowly set off. I see the approaching enemy forces, they stand at the deck, wondering at the size of my vessel, if only they knew that this wasn't even the biggest. They shoot arrows, some ducking for cover but I don't, I stand on the bow of the ship, some nearly hit me, but I don't care. My blood boils, fueled by loss and anger I make my way to the bridge. Once there, I order the ship to go parallel to the city, to set all guns to the port. I watch them slowly rotate, through the old monocular I watch the shore. Once all the guns have been put into positions, secondary and primary I take a deep breath. At that moment I see Elonshe running up, concern written all over her face.
Elonshe: What is going on Draven?
Draven: Bear witness to my power, but I do warn you, it will be loud.
She seems really confused by my statement. But nevertheless, I take a deep breath once more.
Draven: Crew! Our enemies wanted war, give them war! Fire at will! Rain down hellfire!
