V5 Chapter 67 Am I dead? (MTC)

(Insert soundtrack - Radiata Stories OST- Somethings that are not between Humans)

(Best to read out loud for the music to match each word/ scene. Medium pace with a stressful tone for every ending line.)

Once, once... a long time ago, a hero fought to his last breath, struggling to protect a village from the terror within a cursed Mines. He stood tall tears flowing from his eyes, sword tightly in hand as he watched his friends fall. One by one lost to the dark creatures. The moment, the hero summon the last of his strength and swung his sword against the creature of the darkness, that was when his fate was sealed.

Never to see the light of day again lost to the void of darkness known as death. Yet there he stood conscious as he watched his body be torn apart and eaten.

"A chance... a chance to save all I cared for... A chance I shalt waste."

The hero stood tall as he picked up his sword with his ash-black hands, sparks of blue flames burst from his once-brown eyes. Continuing to fight, for the future of his village. The bright future for his children and the generations following them.

" Protect, protect the light from the heathens. I must protect it in the name of Lexi."

The Death Knight rasped through what used to be a mouth but all that was left were teeth. Teeth that rattle against each other to chant the Death Knight's Determination.

(Insert soundtrack - Radiata Stories OST- Struggle III )

Once again, he stood tall as he drew his blade pointing it at the heathen that threatens the future, the heathen with dark red hair and maroon eyes.

" Oh! Cra*! I mean, Hi? How are you? Nice to see that you were waiting out here, in the dark for us."

Amon awkwardly squeaked out as he backs away from the Death Knight, holding his spear at a low angle, not wanting to gesture for a fight but at the same time wanting to keep distance between them. The Death Knight's gaze shifted from Amon to Philomel who bolted from behind Amon and into a tunnel across from her. Amon immediately raised his spear, attacking the Death Knight with a few blows which the Death Knight defend with ease. His eyes still watching the tunnel Philomel disappeared into. Amon fearing for the worst remembered how the Death Knight become like this in the first place.

" Why do you fight Death Knight? Your god has forsaken you. The pearly gates of heaven that were once promised to you is this. How do you like your heaven? Still glad that you kept your undying fate in Lexi?! Lexi who fell at the hands of a demigod?! Lexi the weak!"

Amon yelled as blue flames burst out of the Death Knight's eyes, his gaze was finally locked on Amon.

Bravery roll - 11

Unfortunately for Amon, it was a fearsome one that momentarily paralyzed him with fear. Death Knight attacked aiming for Amon's neck.

Luck roll- 15

Amon was so terrified he fell to his knees, backward crawling through the dirt before finally turning and scrambling to his feet.

Speed- 9 + 5 fear + 3 zero fatigue

Amon ran faster than a rabbit down the tunnel and past the Mimic, deeper down the tunnel until it opened up into a huge area.

" Lexi was the most useless god in the world! All he did was bless brainless followers and cursed his own grandson!"

Amon did his best to yell out despite his fearful trembling voice. He leap over the burning campfire, reaching the far corner of the area, he spun around with his spear raised toward the tunnel. Silently praying for forgiveness from Lexi and any other gods he has offended and for the Death Knight to have followed him.

" You have forsaken your goddess and have been touched by darkness. Your crimes against the gods are punishable by death! I pray Lexi will convince Luna to forgive you after you repent your sins by dying, cursed elf!"

The Death Knight rattled as he slowly steps out from the shadows of the tunnel and into the campfire light.

" I see that you're much more talkative, now that you're in a much wider area than before. Sucks not to have a tongue, huh? Or do skeletons speak a different language? Whatever it is you're saying, I sure hope you aren't putting a curse on me."

Amon whimpered as he goes around the fire burning in the middle of the area. The glowing flames of the burning pile of old blankets and pillows lit up the huge area that was once the resting area for weary Miners. Luring the Death Knight into the area was the easy part of the plan, all that was left was running back up that narrow path and watching the Mimic slam close, temporarily trapping the Death Knight here.

However, it seemed that the Death Knight knew of Amon's plans and kept his back close to the only exit. Philomel was waiting right behind the Mimic, ready to charge in with their last line of defense, the water scroll, with the intention of blasting Death Knight against the wall and buying them both, a few moments to make a run for the Mimic.

Unfortunately, that was their one and only trump card. They were still a long way from seeing daylight and the probability of running into other dangers was off the charts. Without the Death Knight roaming that area, all manner of creatures would pour out as soon as they catch wind that the Death Knight is trapped.

Amon kept pacing in a semi-circle around the campfire trying to get the Death Knight to follow his movement and circle him as well. So that he would have a chance to bolt back out of there. The Death Knight, however, stood there watching Amon, trying to get an opening to strike Amon right in the stomach. He believed and wanted to give Amon a gracious quick death by stabbing him through his neck but after the blasphemy, Amon sprouted. He took it personally and wanted to see to it that Amon suffered much before finally meeting death.

Movement roll - 6

The Death Knight saw an opportunity and struck. He kicked the ashes of the campfire at Amon, and Amon's free hand immediately raised to protect his face. At that moment the Death Knight leap over the flames, raised his blade in hand, and aimed at Amon's shoulder. Ready to sink the whole blade through his upper arm and rip it off from his body, leaving him helpless after tossing the armed right arm into the flame of the campfire. The Death Knight could already smell the burning flesh of this heathen and the burning wood of his spear seeping through the ashes.

Death Knight " May it satisfy the GODS!"

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