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The Return of the Ancient


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Standing over the long cold body Borg let out a sigh…battered, bloody, and tired he knew he had but one task before him…Grasping the vial containing the soul of the Ancient he had just defeated he reached for a scroll and with a Kal Ort Por he was away.

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“Kill them” “Kill them all”..The ancient warrior walked through a fog….in his mind the words continued to repeat..”Kill them” Kill them all”…. At one time the ancient warrior once stood for all that was the guardians. Now he was just a tool…a tool of death..A blade unsheathed. He was traveling towards an ancient tower. The voices had told him he would find his prey there..Defenseless they would be…He was to slay them all…Occasionally he heard another voice..A voice that told him to stop but he couldn’t really hear the voice well and the others soon drowned it out.

“Kill them” Kill them all”

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In the dark Void Borg walked. He traveled alone and lightly. What he was to attempt many felt to be suicide and if it were to be his death he would see that none of his Guardians joined him.

His ancient foe laid near..He felt him and he knew that his foe too knew of his presence. Borg smirked..His old foe wouldn’t pass an opportunity to rid himself of the guardian’s leader and in doing so he would play right into his hands..

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Stealthily the Ancient warrior walked. He crept thru the foliage surrounding the Tower that he vaguely remembered being called “Safe Haven”. From the inside he could hear the sounds of celebration..laughing and cheering…

“Kill them” “Kill them all”

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Blade met Blade and as the clash of metal rang thru the void. The two sworn enemies having squared off in a battle that would ultimately end in ones death. No boasting, No cries declaring upcoming victory came thru the night.  Each blow struck was met with the other. Each side looking for an edge…a hole that would allow them to slip in their blade and end this feud once and for all.

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Looking downward Earwen was the first to see the figure standing motionlessly outside the Tower. “What is that?” she said as the rest of the Guardians joined her in looking over the battlements. “Hmmm could it be” said Logan as he moved from the battlements and rushed down the steps. The rest of the guardians in attendance followed him down and cautiously opened the portals to the outside. In unison all of them spoke

“WOLF”!

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Their battle had seemed to have lasted ages. Borg felt himself tiring and was slowly wearing down. The blows of his enemy seemingly coming faster and faster. With a breath and a loud cry he sprang forward. Intent on ending this battle for good or ill.

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Standing completely naked, other than a loincloth, Wolf stood in the lowest floor of Safe Haven…seemingly unaware of what was around him he spoke of a battle. A Battle taking place far away with dire consequences for the realms. Looking into the distance and something only he could see he spoke of the events happening far away.

Steel DarKnight looked over to Lady Lora and whispered. “It seems that, at least for this moment, whatever was controlling him is failing or at least has its attention elsewhere.” Listening to Wolf and idea had started to form. “Lady Lora…can you take your beasts of war and check Lord Blackthorn’s Tower..I think our answer may lie there”.  Lora nodded and with a word of magic was away.

The door of the Tower opened and Prometheus strode in carrying a strange talisman. “I believe” he spoke “That with this we may be able to bond with his mind”

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Borg stood over the fallen form of his foe..Breathing heavily, he kept his blade pressed to the throat of the fallen one. The dark one chuckled and spoke “Go ahead…end it”. But Know this..with my death comes the death of your precious “Ancient”. ..Borg nodded knowing that the dark one was not lying. “A first for everything” he thought.  “A trade then Borg…my life for your ancients….”

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Looking about as if for the first time Wolf saw many faces he had not seen in some time…”Were am I he spoke”…Prom?..Steel?…Triston?..Earwen?

Gently Prometheus laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder….

“Welcome Home”

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Wolf has been cured. The story told. The future is yet to be determined. What will the stories tell of you? What part shall you play?

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*showing up right before wolf was cured Kodoz was also still in a fog. He was commanded to destroy all ingredients of the cure, and as an afterthought kill them all but Wolf.

Just before he walked in however Wolf was cured, and the rune on Kodozs' forehead fell off, now powerless. Kodoz was quicker to reorient himself as he was the one who had been possessed the least amount of time. Walking inside he joined his brethren in the joyous reunions*

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As if waking from a dream he spoke:

"Were am I?…Prom?..Steel?…Triston?..Earwen?"

Surrounding him. the faces of those he knew well looked on with concern.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the old warrior looked about the familiar halls of Safe Haven.

He began to speak when a flood of memories poured through his thoughts.

The blood of his brothers and sisters on his hands.  The violence wrought by his own actions.  The memories drove him to his knees, a sob emanates from his lips.

Strong hands grip the old warrior and guide him gently to a chair.

The warriors raises his eyes, a look of profound sadness mars his features.

"Forgive me" he whispers.

Those about him smile. He bows his head in shame, grief overwhelming him.

"You need not ask of what is freely given" he hears someone say.  "It was no doing of yours, you must learn to forgive yourself"

Forgive myself he thinks.....ahh but the awful memories.  Slowly his thoughts clear and with the clearing of his mind a new emotion stirs within the old warrior......Anger.  Anger such as he had never felt in his entire life.

He looked about the room at the smiling faces of his friends...his family.

"Vengeance", he whispers.

He looks from face to face. He sees the acknowledgement in their eyes.  He sees the strength in their stance.

The old warrior smiles....  With such as these by his side, he knows they cannot fail.

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