The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

God Saving Masse

Axar Poven is a young man eager to join the action to defend his village from harm’s way. He Scurries towards the top of the snowy hill. The clouds by now have shrouded the sun, encompassing them with a hazy grey atmosphere.

After an excruciating dash straight to where The Longrider and Amadeus are, Axar held his axe ready in his hand.

“I’m here! I came to help. What should I do?” He said.

Axar realises the warriors are just standing still, their unmoving feet as they listen below. Overlooking a white ball of smoke from the resting snow in the land instigated by Amadeus’ mighty lighting movement. Inside the ball of smoke-snow, consecutive blows of metals are heard, followed by the bandit’s piercing wail.

The blood is spitting out in the air, mixing with the snow and tainting the white-ash land.

“What the devil is happening? What’s in there, inside that white ball of smoke?” Axar asked in an uneasy voice.

Basked inside the ball of smoke-snow were the unfortunate mercenaries of Vaxia. The echoes of their screeches can wind up miles away. Wails of a man that couldn’t fathom the impossible.

“Who’s doing all these impossibilities?” Axar asked.

Bran peeks behind upon realising Axar as he responds.

“He’s in there,” he said.

“Who? Who’s in there?” Axar said.

Fahrer steps nearer to the young man, “Amadeus is in there,” Fahrer said.

“Amadeus!”

All I can perceive is their annoying cry, and I can’t even hear my blade, my breathing, or my heart. Amadeus thought, I probably don’t have one.

“It’s damn f*cking monster!”

“The eye of a true evil!”

“Stop! Please don’t kill me!”

Inside the ball of smoke is a more wine colour from the unfortunate’s blood and flesh. Their pleas mean nothing to me, their nullified cry before they met my cold blade. Amadeus thought.

The heavy long sword trembles in the air from the high pressure and lighting speed. Strike in the head, down between his feet! Cutting the poor soul in half. Not a moment missing as Amadeus’ feet push the land full-strength, creating a smog of snow as he dashes to his next victim.

“Amadeus!? Amadeus is the one causing all this?” Axar asked.

“Yeah… and look, it was merely just a minute since he charged in there, and did this magnificent but damn worrying smoke just by his plain strength. The power he holds is dangerous for all of us,” Fahrer explained.

More and more blood gushes out from the smoke-snow, slowly turning the white exterior colour to red blood. Fahrer and the warriors can hear a sharp sound of metal that quickly ends from one to another, heavy thuds that send bones, severed heads, limbs, brutally cut entrails out in the air as if the man has exploded.

“He’s a beast, that’s what he is!” Bran said.

“He’s a monster!” the warrior said.

“That might be true, oh what am I saying? He’s truly a beast, but we have him on our side right now! He’s helping us, Amadeus is protecting Masse, our village and home, where our families reside! Now hear me, we are as well came here to fight, to defend our home, come with me! And let’s join our champion!” Fahrer announced.

Without looking back, Fahrer charges straight to the bloodied snow.

“He’s right, we should go as well!” Bran said.

“God damn abomination!” Hoch said.

Inside, the huge smoky snowball of death and demise was none better than it depicts outside. Scattered pieces of remains of the unfortunate who were caught in this terror. Their heads, bodies, it’s hard to believe they all die with one massive blow. Unsurprisingly, the snow in the land is thin, easier to move, to escape, but I don’t think it would do them any good.

“It’s so foggy in her Master Fahrer! How would we find our enemy?” said the warrior.

They soon heard a shriek nearby, with a loud sounding of disagreement followed by the sharp sound of metal thudding on the land.

“I think we should follow the sound!” Fahrer said.

Fahrer sprints to the sound of their wails. The rest of the warriors follow him. They can soon see a silhouette of a man running towards them with his raspy breathing. “Help me! He’s not a human!” He yelled.

“An enemy quick!” Fahrer said.

He clutches his sword as he waits for the man to get closer; as soon as he could confirm it was an enemy, Fahrer struck the man at his heart and to the ground.

“You got him, Master Fahrer!” Bran said.

“Wait! I can’t hear anyone anymore!” Hoch said.

The screaming is gone leaving only the whoosh of air that dancing around them as even that slowly fades, leaving a more quiet place.

“This is f*cking creepy!” Hoch said.

“Does this mean they are all dead? Their cry is gone. All the enemies must have been killed by Amadeus, right?” the warrior said.

“Could be but remain - alert,” Fahrer said.

An incredible speed whoosh near Fahrer, the glint of the blade that is somewhat blinding Fahrer’s eyes. Amadeus’ long sword was still twitching when it stopped near Fahrer’s head.

It was Amadeus’ strength that almost killed him. His eyes were still vermillion red when he showed up to them. The dust of snow followed Amadeus from his sped-up motion.

Fahrer turns around while Amadeus is putting his swords away.

“Is it done? Did you kill everyone?” Fahrer asked.

Amadeus watches over them as if he was scanning without a blink in his eyes.

“No, there is one who runs away from the start,” Amadeus said.

-

“God damn you, Roger! It’s like your story!” Jerald said.

Jerald runs the fastest he can away from the fight. He must have dropped his weapon behind and some of his armour to escape much faster.

“That was not human! No, not at all. He must be the one who butchered the captain and Kolben f*ck him and his balls. He must be real safe right now and enjoying some w***e’s company! I’m going to gut your ass when I get there, damn you couldn’t be more clear on what we are about to face, you dumbf*ck,” Jerald said.

He continues to run away, leaving his men without looking back, remembering Amadeus’ eyes.

“I couldn’t understand one thing. Why did he let me go? I saw him, and his eyes were glaring directly at me. Why didn’t you chase me? Was that me being lucky, or he just spared my life?” Jerald said.

Finally, he made a quite good enough distance from where the fight was once before. Jerald rested for a while to catch his breath, looking from a distance at the ruined tower of Vaxia.

“Ah, damn it! I’ll take this third chance and live my life!” Jerald said.

-

The smog of dirty red snow that Amadeus created is now diminishing along with the vermillion current inside his eyes. What remained was the bloodied state of the land with the relinquished bandits who got degraded from Amadeus’ blade.

“I guess we are good for now?” Fahrer said, addressing the warriors.

“I think so, sh*t, I hate to be them,” one warrior said.

“I’m glad he was on our side.”

Fahrer stood in front of Amadeus, bowing his head. Was it for respect? Or for accepting Amadeus’ dominating power? It was hard to understand as what follows is something they hope to have stayed away.

“Thank you for saving my life, and the lives of the people in Masse,” Fahrer said.

Amadeus acknowledges his gratitude, with him nodding in agreement.

“I would ask about the one you heard sneaking in the forest, but I think seeing how you can easily deal with the bandits in here,” he glanced at the degraded corpse of the bandits. “I wouldn’t ask any further,” Fahrer said.

Amadeus tore a piece of cloth to wipe the stain of blood on his long sword.

“I must get back to my home,” Amadeus said.

A swift clank as he sheathed the blade.

Bran walks closer to speak upon hearing the words that escape from Amadeus.

“To your home? Where exactly is that home of yours?” Bran asked.

“You have been there. It’s Elise’s birthday today, and I can’t wait any longer here. Goodbye,” Amadeus said.

“Wait, you forgot something!” Bran said.

Bran clasped his bag as he plucked a pouch of gold.

“I haven’t thanked you enough yet, for accepting and helping us,” he extended his hand to pass the gold, “Here’s all the gold that all the village contributed, I think you earned every piece of it,” Bran said.

Amadeus glances at Bran’s eyes as he accepts the gold.

“Thank you,” he said as he nodded.

“There’s not much to do here people, let’s grab our fallen warriors and it’s time for us to go, and once more to the bottom of my heart, I thank you for coming!” Fahrer said.

Fahrer caught Bran following Amadeus; what is he doing? He will not do something stupid, is he? He thought.

“Grab the horses! Let’s thank God for granting us victory in this battle,” Fahrer said.

“We are not done yet, brother!” Hoch said.

“Are you blind? Can’t you see how powerful he is?” Fahrer said.

Hoch let out an annoyed tone before he replied. “You’re the one who is blind, but Bran he can clearly see the need,” Hoch said.

“Only a fool would continue this plan,” Fahrer said as he mounted the horse.

“Maybe a fool is what we need.”