History of Richard 8

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History of Richard 8 by Beowulf Thormear

Chapter Eight - Death of the Past

The wind whipped around the mountain peaks of Fire Island, the crimson light of flowing lava and the inhuman sounds of various daemons and creatures which roamed wild over the island haunted the night air. The darkness was pierced by two glimmering blue eyes, darting back and fourth over the mountain tops, illuminated by the moonlight which shone down from the heavens. The eyes continued to dart, sounds of exertion were heard through the night air, and the glistening of a blade intermittently caught the glare of moonlight as it flashed through the sky.

"My body is an ocean, filled with endless potential. Peaceful when looked upon, deadly when crossed." The figure's words floated through the night air, a silent whisper heard only by the mountains themselves. The figure darted with increased speed, the sound of metal against rock echoed in inhumanly quick succession.

The clanging of the blade began again, fragments of rock fell off the mountain as the figure chipped away at various peaks. The figure continued its blinding dance far into the night, breaking off more and more stone from already weathered mountain peaks.

The figure stopped suddenly, looking towards a dark outcropping of stone, and completed three quick successive strokes of his blade. Standing tall, he lifted the piece of stone from the ground, a smile crossed his face, and his eyes flared a haunting bright blue. Deep into the night the sounds of a hammer and forge could be heard, echoing over the deathly still mountain range.

Richard jumped from each foothold to the next, climbing his way once again up the large mountain. The moon was out in full force, highlighting his now light blue eyes. A thin suit of damascened black armor clung to his form, finely crafted, although less so then that which a trained blacksmith would have created. Richard finally reached the peak of the mountain and bore his gaze down towards the burning pools of lava, and the large Daemon Temple of Fire Island, which towered through the jungle trees. Richard withdrew his blade, letting it catch the glint of moonlight, twisting it around, sending waves of light over the tips of jungle trees. The creatures below sensing the disturbance began to yell and scream in agony, their unearthly cries nearly deafening Richard's ears.

Richard stood tall, and looked towards the west, towards Minoc. With a mighty yell, his voice boomed over the island, resonating through the night air.

"SILENCE!" Richards's voice sent ripples of sound over the island. The howling daemons cries suddenly ceased and the island sank into a deathly silence.

"It is time I show my father what his weak son can do; he shall not see the waves before it is too late. He shall sink beneath my will& and I shall have no mercy!" Richard's voice boomed over the now silent island, as a sudden wind picking up from the ocean flowed through his hair, causing a slight smile to fall upon his face.

"I shall show them all my will."

The sound of pickaxes and ore trolley's echoed through the city of sacrifice. Miners and blacksmiths ironed out wage through hammer and shovel, the daily routine of a blue collar working town once again dominated the day's events. Outside of the cobblestone town streets, the endowing mountains, and the melodramatic taverns, lay the governor's mansion of Minoc. The dark grey stones of the well built mansion stood out amongst the hastily built miner shacks and gypsy tents, creating a feeling of superiority over other structures.

A lone man walked towards the mansion, dressed in dark black armor with a blade fastened to an ornate sheath. The man strode towards the mansion, passing various citizens with harsh but careful steps. Nearing the mansion the man quickly drew his blade, and in a blink of an eye, cleaved the heads from two unprepared guards. With an aggressive motion, the man kicked down the door to the governors mansion, approaching the upper floors with a quickened pace. Flashes of light moving in unearthly succession danced over the walls of the mansion as darkly clad guards slumped lifelessly to the floor. The man approached the governor's quarters with confident strides, boastfully moving past shocked servants and screaming maids.

"Father, I have come to pay you a visit. I remember everything now. Everything." Richard bellowed the words, sending commotion up amongst the servants and nobles residing in the mansion.

"I see, that is fortunate. I always wish for recognition in your eyes as I put out your spark for good. However I cannot help but think... how many times must I kill this worthless runt, how many times must I prove to him that he will never be worthy of his fathers legacy of greatness?" The High Advocate sunk in his seat, keeping his fiery glare locked on his son.

"Your legacy is a group of brigands. Nothing more father. They are among the best swordsmen in the realm, but you use your knowledge and skill to pervert humanity. I have found out that I am not so unlike you& perhaps more so then you think. I believe I shall take your last name father, to remind myself that we are not so different." Richard's voice suddenly became calm, speaking in a mocking tone towards the High Advocate.

"You are not at all like me, you are weak and worthless. You are nothing." The high advocate hissed, drawing the blade at his side.

"Then I will be nothing, it is more pure then what you are. I will take pity on you for giving birth to what I am, father. But I will not grant you mercy." Richard quickly reached into his armor, and pulled out a dagger. With precise accuracy, the dagger implanted itself in his father's neck.

"How could you know! You were only a& " The High Advocate's voice cut off as his body slumped to the floor, lifeless.

"I am a child of Moonglow, father. The magic of a thousand mages runs through my veins. You should have never underestimated me." Richard stood over his father's body, phosphorescent blue eyes ablaze with unbridled fury and adrenaline. "You are only the first to feel my will, father. All those who preach darkness shall bow before it, and like you, I shall not grant them mercy."