Champion: A Songs Of War Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Denizus poured over tomes, and noticed an Ardoni walk in.

"I'd like you to make my broadsword more potent," he said simply.

The enchanter stood up. "As you wish," he said. "Where is it?"

Thalleous held it up. The human nodded. "We begin!"

Denizus recited several incantations, bustling about his workshop. He quickly read off a line from his enchanting table, ripped the sword from Thalleous' hands, and slammed it onto the black-and-red desk along with the book that was bound to the magical artifact's top. He constantly shouted incantations at the table in the room. The Ardoni stood there, bewildered.

"What are you-"

Denizus pressed an open palm to his face. A glint flashed in his eye, a wide smile crossing his dirty face.

Thalleous' sword began to glow. It quaked until it almost fell off the table. Then, there was a ringing noise in the room. The ringing and the glowing grew, the light was blinding, the noise ethereal. Thalleous' blade turned and writhed. Then, the room went back to normal, as did the sword. Denizus laughed.

"There we go!" he yelled. "Now it'll keep the souls of the dead."

Thalleous' brow furrowed. "I beg your pardon?"

"The energy that allows my table to work, the reason the sands of the Nether have their name! Soul energy! The ones you've killed will leave an imprint upon your sword, only visible when you wish it."

Thalleous took up his sword. He didn't know quite what to do, so he simply thought, Please don't let this be a scam. Please just have my sword work.

Instantly, his sword started glowing. Denizus' eyes leapt.

"You've used that thing a lot, eh?"

Thalleous nodded, studying the blade's ethereal look, its pulsing blue-white sheen coating the diamond claymoore. He sheathed it, and it went dark.

"One hundred gold," Denizus said. Thalleous paid and went back to the militia base.

Pythus stalked into his quarters. He polished his sword, prepared a few tactical notes, and stepped out to speak to his troops.

"We go forth to the Overworld!" he said. "We march to victory! Fear not what your brothers-in-arms had as their fate! They did not fall, they are eternally cemented in the Nether's glory!"

Moments later, Pythus' troopers marched to a carefully calculated location, right inside where the Sendaria Militia's base would be. The Kaltaris, Mendaris, and Nestoris were all about to suffer the same fate from various warlords.

"My lord," a senior officer said. "Our march is nearing its end."

Pythus nodded. He quickly built a portal, his Netherans beating their chests, stray piglins snorting, skeletons rattling, Blazes hissing and wheezing. He ran through with a tremendous shout of rage as his armies raised their weapons for battle.

Aegus turned his head.

"What's the noise?" he asked. "The one coming from the gates?"

The medics paused. They were surrounded by the sick, the injured. Aegus himself was in a bed, finishing recovery from the rocks and wall fragments that had knocked him out days ago.

"Probably nothing, Master Aegus. Soldiers doing drill."

The Nestoris nodded slowly, lying back down. Rhythmic thumps and shouts sounded through the fortress, still causing Aegus unease. A final thump rang through the area and hundreds of shouts came after it. The medics grimaced. One of them stood up from his wooden chair.

"What the Nether-"

Then, an arrow whizzed through the hall and stabbed him in the head. Aegus stood up, grabbing his old Aggrobeam song. He raised his staff, stowed next to his bed for all this time, and fired a shot at several skeletons. They fizzled away just as Pythus ran at him.

"Master of the ardoni!" A netheran yelled. Aegus dodged a strike from the enemy general's ax, but the second one knocked him over. He rolled to the side, and blasted the Prince's weapon, expecting it to dissolve. It simply flew out of his hand. Pythus gripped the chain attached to the bottom and slammed it in the ground, splitting the floor and narrowly missing Aegus' leg.

"Netherite won't break that easy, Ardoni," he said as Aegus got up.

The master attacked him with his staff, Pythus deflecting his every blow. He shot a beam of red light at the Prince, who narrowly dodged the laser of death. He slammed his ax into Aegus' weapon and into the ground.

"Die now, old man," Pythus said. Then, an Aggrobeam whizzed towards him. Pythus instinctively ducked and turned to face his attacker. There was Sarrettus, the captain, his sword pointed at the exact spot where the laser had shot.

"Where is your champion, brave Thalleous?" Pythus asked. "Has the boy finally been slain, or did his fear make him run?"

"I am champion now," Sarrettus said. "And I will show you what it means to fear."

Pythus smirked, running at Sarrettus. He looked right at the scar he had put on his next and swung. At the last second, Sarrettus raised his sword and detonated his Aggroquake. Pythus fell to the ground. Sarrettus lowered his sword, begging the gods to let him make contact, but Pythus leaned to the side and swept with his ax. Sarrettus jumped and elbowed Pythus in the ribs. He shot an Aggrosphere at the chandelier above them, and it fell towards the Prince's head. They both got out of the way, raising their weapons.

"Do you see now, ardoni?" Pythus smirked as he swept at Sarrettus. "We will subjugate the Overworld. Your people united the kingdoms under the End, only to watch me destroy each of them!"

Sarrettus hit Pythus over the head with the hilt of his blade. "If you are going to destroy the kingdoms, Hellspawn..." he shot an Aggrovortex at Pythus, knocking him into the wall. "Then you should have ignored the Ardoni."

Author's Note:

I had two chapters in the reserve, and accidentally posted this as Chapter 27 by mistake. I quickly fixed my error, but figured I should get this out anyways.

Two chapters in ten minutes, I'm so productive. 

Godspeed,

-KOS