Dark Warlord Chronicles

Deception of the Soul

Part 12
"To Have no Regrets"

My only true friend, gone. I didn't realize what he meant to me. Now every battle I fight, I lose ground. I can't take this much more. "I want it back! I want to be feared again like I was before!"
"And you shall be," a strange voice answered. The man looked around surprised, but still there was nothing around. He shook his head. "Do you want that power?" The man tried to find the source of the voice. He looked forward and saw something. He stood and walked up to it. There stood a strange armor, empty. It looked as if it was whole instead of pieces like his armor. "It's yours to take Dais."
"With power there is always a price."
"Indeed. In exchange you will serve me. Remain loyal and strong and you'll grow in power and live beyond mortal years. I will shatter death and aging will stop. You'll always be at your peak as you enemies grow weak and old."
The man reached and took the helmet of the strange armor. "What is it?"
"Yoroi." The man's crystal blue eyes opened wide. "That's right Dais, it is Mystical Armor. It is my Gen Yoroi, yes my Mystical Armor of Illusion."
"How do you know my name?"
"I have watched you for years Dais. You have so much promise, it would be a shame to see it grow old and die. Serve me, Talpa, and you'll win all those battles, and do what you have hardly dared to imagine."
Dais placed on the helm. Suddenly the rest of the armor vanished and appeared on him. "Amazing!" He gasped as he began to feel the new power. "It is yoroi!"
"Will you serve me Dais as my Dark Warlord of Illusion?"
Dais crystal blue eyes narrowed as the hatred for his mortal enemies began to build. "Trust me."
"Nooooo! Stop! It's a trap, a deviously designed trap!" Another man, totally unarmored, yelled at the new Dark Warlord. The Warlord took no note of the voice as a large gate appeared. The other man could only watch as the new Warlord stepped through the gates.
The scene changed to a large field. It was only a few years later. An army stood to one side. At the other was just one man on a strange colored horse. It was the Dark Warlord of Illusion.
The army charged as the Dark Warlord sat with folded arms over his chest. As they reached him, screams that were barely seemingly human came from the attacking army. Soldiers on horseback fell to the ground or were thrown as their horses reared. The soldiers then came back to their senses, or so they thought. They looked to the soldiers surrounding them, and filled with fear and hatred as they raised their weapons. What they saw was an overwhelming amount of soldiers in armor style of another enemy they hated. Unknowingly, the soldiers killed their own brothers-in-arms.
The man who tried to warn the Dark Warlord before, worked his way through the army. He stood facing the Dark Warlord. The armored man on horseback looked down at him. They stood like that for a moment and it seemed the sounds of battle died away to silence in that time. The other man on foot watched the armored Dark Warlord as his white hair whipped around his face. "This is wrong. Don't let your hatred guide you!"
The Dark Warlord reached his right hand for his left shoulder and pulled off a scythe.
"Nooooo! Don't let it happen again! Please! I don't want to see it again!" The man held his head as it exploded in pain. He fell to his knees. Visions of burning villages, people screaming, people fighting mistaken comrades and falling for illusioned traps, flooded his mind. "Nooooo! Not again! Please!" The man looked up with his two crystal blue eyes. He saw the Dark Warlord on top of the Dynasty horse. I can't believe that's me! No it's not me! I'm not like that anymore!
Wordlessly the Dark Warlord charged up to the man and swung his scythe for the fatal blow. The other man saw the weapon approach his neck. His crystal blue eyes opened wide as he held his arms in a X, palms out, to futilely block the blow. "Nooooo!" In a quick moment the world went to black.

To Be continued...