User blog:Nuka Kazan/A Fake Wolf: The Order's Threat (Part 1)

It was like a dream, like the hall itself was made of light and metal. Trumpets blared as if to command respect and awe for the continent they represent.

Surrounding me were warriors-in-the-making, all standing proud, aspiring to be heroes. I could see the pride and confidence in their eyes... ...as they looked upon me with suspicion and disgust. Me, the impure outsider who was here to see the king.

Escorting me was rather tall soldier, equipped from head to toe in a glorious cobalt armor. In his hands were a familar-looking spear... Making my way through the royal hall, a short blade sheathed at either side, I felt no fear from the heroes-in-training who would glare at me. If they wished to fight, they would have their chance outside of this castle. At the end of the hall stood the throne room. The King gazed lazily at me with one open eye upon hearing the groaning of the opening doors.

"So you are the one cut down our treasured hero, Hugh Richter," the king bitterly spat at me. As he says this, the escort walks closer to the king and kneels, presenting the spear. It was rather large and well-maintained. Its old weilder was quite skilled with it. But without a proper challenge, the skilled become cocky. That cost Hugh Richter, former wielder of that spear, everything when sought to challenge me.

"What have you to say for yourself? What say you for this crime against your fellow humans?" the king continued.

I would not be condescended to. I would not be intimidated.

"I will not apologize for defending myself. This man of whom you speak acted like a common snake. To attempt to ambush me, to threaten my life if I didn't surrender my weapons--"

"SILENCE!" The giant in cobalt finally spoke up. "You are the disgrace here! What right do you have to insult a child of the Chief God?!"

"Calm yourself, Nolte..." With the king's command, this Nolte man held his tongue and stood down. Afterwards, the king looked straight at me, both eyes open. "Now listen carefully, savage. We are servants of God. Even I, head of the Royal Family, are mere servants of God. All the warriors you had the honor of witnessing in my city are servants of God. Even now, we are preparing for war. A war of unspeakable consequences should we lose. The Demon Lord grows stronger with each passing day. 'Tis only a matter of time until she makes a move upon Humanity.

No matter what, no matter what, we must have the strongest, most capable Heroes possible for when that time comes. And now that you understand the severity of your crime, the slaying of one God's strongest of servants, I shall ask of thee again: What have you to say for yourself?"

"... ... ..." I knew I shouldn't have said it. I knew this was asking for trouble. But I couldn't resist. I had to be honest. "What do I say? I say that your 'Heroes' are all dead men walking, if a single--what was the word?--'savage' could eliminate that man with ease. I care not about your war, old man, nor do I care about your God. I have my own path, and my own struggles."

I could hear the rattling of armor to my far left. Nolte must have been shaking in anger. The king, surprisingly, smiles.

"Dead men walking, you say? Eliminated with ease, you say? Well, then... ...I suppose we could forge this strong, confident savage into a decent, successful hero..."

"What?"

"I have heard of your mercenary ways, Nuka. And it seems that your reputation holds true.

There is a way you can be exonerated of your crimes: For the death of Hugh Richter, you will replace him."

-To Be Continued