Final Judgment
Day 1
In the land of Igros is the greatest city built by man; Gandra and in the center of Gandra stands Igros Castle; the pinnacle of human architecture. The sun slowly begins to rise in the east and there stands a lone figure in the courtyard. He stands before a sparkling fountain and in the middle of it is the statue of the first king of Igros; Richard. The lone man is the dark knight Elijah and Captain of the Guard. He stands with his head bowed.
‘The red sun rises…’ Elijah utters softly, ‘the blood of our lord is on my hands.’
The night before was a night lost in bloodshed. The ruler of Igros; Emperor Balkan sits on his throne at the top of Igros Castle. The doors are flung opened and in walks Elijah back from his campaign in the south. This campaign took the young captain three months to complete and he has just returned to Gandra and very few are even aware of his return. Elijah stands before the Emperor and kneels down before him.
‘All hail Emperor Balkan,’ Elijah proclaims.
‘Captain Elijah,’ Balkan replied. ‘You return to us safely. Rise to your feet and give me the reports you have acquired. A dark cloud looms in the south that troubles my Empire.’
‘Sire…I believe it is what the prophecy foretold,’ Elijah told his superior.
Balkan grinned and with a chuckle in his voice he spoke, ‘then prepare the army. We shall lay waste to that forsaken land before He returns!’
‘But sire…I dare not wish to question your authority but that will cost thousands of lives! The armies of the enemy has become numerous! Countless dai-orks now flood to that ill forsaken land and worse things then you or I can imagine!’ Elijah pleaded.
‘Bah! The lives of others mean nothing to me as long as I remain in power!’ Balkan barked. ‘I did not rise to the throne by simply obeying the laws Elijah. I did it with an iron fist!’
‘You…you killed the rightful king and his heir to usurp the throne,’ Elijah mumbled with a quivering tongue.
‘You just now figured it out?’ the Emperor asked his captain. ‘Leave me Elijah and prepare the army for war! At dawn I want 5,000 men to march out to the land of fire and ice!’
‘Nah! I shall not allow my brothers in arms to be led into damnation by some fool!’ Elijah shouted in anger.
‘You defy your lord?’ the Emperor questioned rising to his feet. Something sparked inside of Elijah and in one single motion Elijah unsheathed his sword and beheaded the Emperor who stood now eye level with his captain. The body of the Emperor tumbles over and collapses onto the floor with blood gushing out of the open wound. Elijah stands motionless in the torch lit throne room with his dark blade covered in blood.
‘What I have done was unforgivable,’ Elijah spoke to himself in the silence of the courtyard. Morning has come and soon everyone in Igros will learn what he has done. The sin that now stains his blood. The Emperor was a cruel man who took pleasure in the suffering of others and was hated by all but the laws of Aon are sacred. Now Elijah stands alone in the courtyard awaiting his punishment for this deed that shall haunt him till death and beyond.