Age of Evil (sampler) - Zachary Burz (best book club books .txt) 📗

enjoyment and pleasure. The one’s who are sick are your kind Jacob.” All around you could hear the sound of the dark lord’s subordinates chuckling evilly to themselves.
Muerte then grabbed Jacob by the neck so tightly that Jacob began gasping for air. Muerte then said, “Listen carefully if you can. I was planning on giving you a quick and painless death. But since you’ve insulted me I think you deserve something more…horrifying. I’m going to have my subordinates give you the most painful death imaginable. Then after that if you’re still alive, I’ll then torture you in the most horrible way possible. It’ll be much worse than your worst nightmare come true. Then after that, I’ll turn you into a mindless monster and have you kill all the people you love. Your friends, family, and even the girl you hoped to marry. Think about it. Think about killing your own family and friends, the people you love. If your mind is still your own you won’t be able to stop yourself. You’ll try to will yourself to stop, but you won’t. Because you’ll have no control over your own body.”
At this thought, Jacob started screaming out, “No, no! Please don’t do it! Leave them out of this! Please!” Muerte then motioned to some soldiers to get the boy out of his sight. As they dragged him away he was still screaming, shouting, crying, and begging for mercy and for Muerte to leave his family alone. His shouts could not be heard as he was dragged out of the keep and towards Muerte’s torture chamber. Muerte then said to Deathsword, “Take the prisoners away to become part of my army.” Deathsword and his men led the prisoners out all screaming and begging for their lives. All shouts could be heard that they would do anything if Muerte spared their lives. One man shouted, “Please, my Lord! Please spare my life! I’ll do anything!”
Muerte replied, “You’ll already do anything once you’re dead!” As the prisoners were led away, Muerte began to chuckle evilly. Then that evil chuckle began to turn into an evil laugh. It was a laugh of a madman. It was the laugh of a monster. It was the laugh of someone more evil than the devil himself. It was the laugh of Lord Muerte, the dark lord of death.


Chapter 4: The Shadow Warriors

Muerte’s deeds were indeed the most evil you could imagine. He burnt towns, villages, castles, and even whole countries to the ground. He committed evils that no one dares to utter. But his deeds did not go unpunished. A few miles away from the kingdom of Colys was the city Melgaesia. It was a thriving city, filled with joy, and ruled under a wise king. In this city there was a temple, which belonged to the most skilled and fearsome warriors ever to cross Muerte’s path. They were called the Shadow Warriors. They were an ancient organization, devoted to trying to bring peace to the world. Shadow Warriors used a special type of magic called shadow magic. Most magic in the world consisted of six elements: earth, fire, water, wind, light, and darkness. Shadow magic was a combination of all elements, allowing the warrior to use all six elements. Shadow Warriors used two basic weapons: the shadow sword, or the enchanted sword. The shadow sword was a weapon made entirely of solidified shadow giving the blade a black hue. The shadow sword could also cut through anything except for enchanted swords, shadow swords, and weapons made of a special type of alloy. The enchanted swords were more common because making shadow swords took a lot of time. They had the same properties as the shadow sword except that it didn’t have a black hue, and had only a slight resistance in cutting dense materials. The temple in which the Shadow Warriors in resided reflected an image representing all things that stood for good. It was where the Shadow Warriors trained and honed their skills, so they could take down any evil force.
In one particular chamber of the temple there were a group of children listening to a story of how the world was created. The man telling the story was Master Maldor.
Maldor was part of the Shadow Warrior counsel and was very well respected, as a great warrior, politician, and peacemaker. He wore a brown cloak and hood with dark brown robes. He wore brown riding boots and a black belt, which in its sheath resided his enchanted sword. He had a brown beard and dark blue eyes. He had a face that was kind and gentle. But when in battle he became a hardened warrior. All the children listened intently as Maldor wove his tale, transporting them to another world. “As you know,” began Maldor, “There was at first no world for us to live in. There was nothing but empty space. There was nothing except for the Elemental Masters. They were powerful beings; each one controlled one of the six elements to its fullest extent. After a long time the Masters decided to create a world in their own image. No one knows why they created it, they just did. They pooled in all their magic and created our world. They then gave birth to life with animals, and plants to occupy their world. Then each master chose one animal or mystic being to represent himself. The Master of Fire chose the dragon, for he was the mystic being who mastered the flame. The Master of Water chose the sea serpent, because he ruled the sea. The Master of Wind chose the griffin, for his mastery in the use of the air. The Master of Earth chose the troll, because he was one with the mountain. The Master of Light chose the unicorn, because of his noble appearance and he represented all the forces of good. Finally after much deliberation with himself, the Master of Darkness chose the demon horse, for it was untamable and was a servant of evil. The world then went on, living in peace. Then one day the Master of Darkness decided that the world should be his for the taking, not to be shared among the other Masters. He then converted the Masters of Fire and Earth, the beings with the most destructive magic, to help him in his dark cause. The Master of Light managed to prevent the Masters of Water and Wind to joining the Master of Darkness. There waged a great war, mountains trembled, canyons formed, the sea crashed, but neither side could gain the advantage. The Masters were all equal on terms of magical power. Then the Master of Light cast an ancient spell, which encased them all in stone, for he and the Masters of Wind, and Water could not exist without the other Masters, otherwise the world would be thrown out of balance and into chaos. They were then encased in stone. But the war was not all for naught, because two orders were born. One was the Knights of Light and the other the Knights of Darkness. The Knights of Darkness believed that the Master of Darkness should rule the world. But the Knights of Light realized that if the Master of Darkness were to be resurrected, chaos would reign. These two orders still fight for their own beliefs.”
The children sat in awe as Maldor finished his story. After he finished he then said, “Alright, that’s enough history for today. Go on to your sword practice lessons.” The children all cried out, “Awwww.” Some just sighed; some begged to hear more of Maldor’s fantastic stories. “I know, I know.” Maldor said as the children left, “But you can’t become Shadow Warriors just by listening to stories now can you?” He watched as they all left. He took great care for his students, as if they were his own children. Maldor then left his classroom and walked down to the practice room were all the Shadow Warriors were practicing their sword skills. Each warrior used a solid wooden sword, either straight, or curved. They all attacked and parried with wondrous speed, agility, and deadly accuracy. They also attacked with such gracefulness it seemed as if the two blades were dancing furiously. But Maldor wasn’t going to check on any trainees, he was going to see his top three best pupils. They were the best he had ever trained and there was one of them who always seemed better than the other two. But when together, those three were impossible to defeat in terms of agility, swordsmanship, and magic. Merlin went through until he saw them. They were all practicing their swordsmanship skill, and with such grace and power. He saw his students.


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