Chapter 1: Escape
A familiar clanging of chains awakens Rezek. Since his arrival in prison several weeks ago, Rezek has been under the utmost worst of living conditions. Having betrayed the Dark Lord, Rezek was banished to a remote prison just south of Alberta. There, he was placed in a top security cell, where two Radrics beat him daily. He was questioned of the reason behind his betrayal. Revealing this information would most certainly mean his death, and possibly the destruction of humanity. Rezek knows that this secret will mean the continual punishment of his now frail body, but he also knows it is the lone reason he is still alive. Once the Dark Lord gains this bit of information, he will become more powerful than ever.
Bracing himself for the inevitable whipping, Rezek puts on a layer of Thief Clothes underneath his prison clothing, tucking something in between the two layers. Rezek catches a glimpse of his captors approaching; he notices something is different, although he canât quite place it â it seems they are accompanied by a third figure â a much larger creature than the others. As they approach, an eerie sound awakens nearby prisoners. The clanging becomes louder⦠louder. Silence. The cold, dank cell suddenly feels much more foreign; Rezek starts hallucinating. Inhuman screams fill the darkened halls as prisoners everywhere are tortured by his presence. A sudden unmistakable croak snaps Rezek out of his illusion.
A lifeless voice speaks. âGood to see youâre doing well, Rezek.â
âNot quite what you had expected, is it,â replied Rezek, receding.
The figure draws near. âIt seems the Raydrics arenât doing what theyâre told; theyâve been treating you quite well from the looks of things. Thereâs hardly a scratch on you,â the figure says, motioning towards Rezekâs wounds. âIâll be taking over your punishments from now on, as requested by the Dark One.â
âI will have my revenge,â proclaims Rezek, retreating further towards the rear of his cell.
Nearly at the cell door now, âFoolish child, did you really think you could face an army of Radrics,â questioned the creature, almost laughing. âYou fail to notice that most were equipped with bows; even the strongest of Assassins wouldnât stand a chance against that many Raydric Archers.â
âLangoek could,â Rezek says, trembling slightly. His back was now against the cell wall.
Putting a hand on the cell door, another hand in his pocket, the figure spoke: âHa! Do you not remember what happened to Langoek,â now laughing hysterically, âthatâs right, heâs dead. Why? His foolish betrayal to the Dark One. Play your cards right and youâll follow his footsteps.â
Langoek was Rezekâs father. When Rezek was young, just a newly declared Thief, his father rose in status and power. He defeated the Gryphon that had long killed their townâs livestock and threatened their childrenâs safety. Since this defeat, Langoek has gained fame all over Midgard and was eventually hired as an Assassin by the Confederate Forces. There, he continued to show bravery and mastery; he killed swarms of Hunter Flies in an instant. Langoek was the first to master the Meteor Assault, a legendary skill that required one to focus all energy until one could contact the heavens. It obliterated everything within a 20 feet radius. Langoek grew in ranks within the CF; one day, he sought leave from the force to attend to some unknown matter. When Langoek returned, he changed. The Confederates were both amazed and horrified by Langoekâs change; they say he is no longer human. They declared him a hybrid, a cross of humans and demons, an Assassin Cross.
This time, Langoek applies for permanent leave from the Confederates; when the leaders asked him why, he could only reply with âItâs an issue of great importanceâ. Langoek knew the weapon he yearned for was deep in the desert fields of Morroc, somewhere buried beneath an ancient deserted city. Before he could go on this quest, however, he had to go home to see his family, his son.
When Langoek arrived at Morroc, masses of natives swarmed him. Each brought with them countless tears at their town heroâs arrival. Langoek ignored them all and indifferently asked for the whereabouts of his family. They all gestured towards the lone hut in the heart of the city. Langoek approached the building, his heart pounding. Twelve years, he thought, twelve years. When he arrived at the steps of the hut, he is startled to find the tent empty and deserted.
A voice rang out. âFather! Father!â
Turning around, he sees his son running at him, arms outstretched. Now a well-qualified Assassin, his son was eighteen years of age. Langoek ran at him and hugged Rezek; tears were now streaming out of both of them. Rezekâs mother died when he was four, reportedly to town raid. Langoek clutched and held his only remaining family member. He told Rezek of his experiences in CF, his sudden vision and his leave, and the sacred knowledge he acquired during that leave.
Then suddenly, Langoek pulled something out of his Manteau â a box of some sort. On it were strange inscriptions that Rezek had never seen before. He tucked the object safely into Rezekâs robe, âOpen this when the time comes.â
Confused, Rezek replied, âhow will I know when?â
âYou will know.â And with that, Langoek left, never too be seen again.
Two year later, it was reported that an organization was formed, supposedly by the White Wizard, Hornan. They called themselves the Alliance Force of Resistance and were sworn enemies of the Dark Lord; they lived in secrecy and hope to one day rise up and overthrow Him. They also refuge the majority of the traitors that survived His torment.
Rezek knew that contrary to beliefs, his father was the founder and leader of the AFR, not Hornan. Hornan, more commonly known as X, is known publicly as the leader to protect Langoek identity and his knowledge of the ancient arts. Recently, the discovery of Langoekâs death has caused massive chaos and almost a civil war within AFR. Some members argue that without Langoek to lead them, they will eventually be discovered and murdered one by one. Others, however, believe that the general population requires hope, a small chance at retaliation, despite the fact that odds are greatly against them. It is hope that decides whether or not the human race continues to live, love, and thrive.
Rezek stares directly at the face of his captor. You'd think those who indulge in torturing others would be delighted at the sight of pain, but this creature seems to be cold and calculating⦠as if he was looking for something.
âYou will never get away with this!â Rezek exclaimed, tears now flowing from his shallow, blue eyes.. As his captor opens the jail cell, two objects fall from Rezekâs clothes and into his palms. His eyes spark with a fire and with elf-like reflexes, he lunges forward at his nemesis and delivers two lightning quick jabs. As quickly as the attack came, he falls back. Taking careful aim, he pulls out a Poison Knife and flings it at the creature. He hits the creatureâs shoulder.
The creature laughs and plucks the knife with two fingers. âYouâll have to do better than that if you want to stop me.â The next knife catches him squarely between his eyes. The figure howls in pain and agony; the air around him starts to thicken. Mist forms and hinders Rezekâs view. When the fog finally clears, the creature is gone.
For Langoek, Rezek thought.
He turns to face the other two Raydrics. âCome and get me.â The Raydrics drop their weapons and flee immediately. Putting on his two Main Gauches, Rezek escapes. A sudden feeling indulges him: It is time.
Rezek reaches into his clothes and pulls out a familiar mahogany box. He opens it, fully expecting a weapon of unimaginable grandeur, only to find a piece of papyrus. On it were scribbled several strange phrases, arranged perfectly in a square:
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18 â5- 26 -5- 11
To  Beckman  Fi:
Can it yet, Cin?
P.S. Dellik Mary
What the hell does this mean, pondered Rezek. Unable to spare another moment, Rezek races towards the exit and towards freedom.
Other than that it's an interesting story. >.> If it's original.
<--- That's really a wink.
