Jack Sundance 1

The beast was like a god on the battlefield, swiping dozens of soldiers that dared to stand in front of it away with it's giant paw. It looked like a lion, its mane made of fire and its eyes a blinding white it was a beauty to gaze upon it.

In normal circumstances. Now it was like meeting the devil in hell for the Danbury soldiers. Two thousand of them had already died fighting that beast this very day and it didn't seem like it was going to slow down.

So why did endless waves of Danbury soldiers charge the god on this battlefield so recklessly? With their long pikes and if necessary their short swords, doing everything to poke the animal on its legs. Trying bind its legs with rope so it would lose balance and fall on the blood and guts of its previous victims.

Because the Danbury soldiers knew they were close to victory of course. All of them knew that the beast had a time limit that would end around the time the sun set.

See the god could only stay active for six hours, once a week.

If they could keep the beast from breaking through their wall, if they could hold out for just a little longer. The beast would shrink and transform into a man. Then they could kill that man and hide behind the Great Wall of Danbury. Their war would be over.

Yet the beast had one final attack planned for the Great Wall of Danbury. It opened it jaws and behind the thorns that were its teeth a glowing light appeared. It was orange red and shone like a second sun on the battlefield.

All soldiers, enemies and friends stood and watched in awe mixed with fear as the lights blinded them.

The battlefield became hotter, even though they already were in a desert land.

Then like a dragon the beast shot a fire beam out its mouth that split the battlefield. The young men caught in the middle evaporated in a second, not realizing that or how they died. The other ones got blown back like a rag doll, most of them breaking their necks as the hit the ground

In top of the wall smack dab the middle the general of the army stood. On both sides of him stood ten enhancers coated in blue silk clothing. Their faces were covered by their hoodies yet their bearded mouths were still visible.

They all spoke to them to themselves in strange ways ending their chant with a motion of their bodies as if to push something.

A translucent but blue wall was before the castle. It was like glass. The wall and the beam collided and for only a moment the beam stopped. But a flare of the beam pierced through the wall and hit the wall of Danbury.

It was like a cannonball the size of a house hit the wall as the sound of the explosion traveled the lands like a thunderclap.

Fire and smoke jumped to the sky and formed a mushroom.

When it all cleared up the Danbury wall had a gaping hole in it and the castle that was protected in it was also evaporated. You could see many civilians in there screaming as they ran in confusion.

With that the war was over.

The beast it's ally's were waiting behind him. A full nine hundred men fully rested for the day prepared to take the city for themselves. Of the four hundred Danbury men only a few dozens remained.

All of them wandering aimlessly on the battlefield. Confused and defeated.

One of them remained standing strong. His shoulder armor had molten, his eyes blinded from the beam.

His name was Jack Sundance, a regular soldier that had lived in Danbury his whole life. At only seventeen years of age he had never seen a massacre, certainly not one of this scale.

See if you lived behind the Danbury walls before this day you would've thought that it was impregnable. But after all that had happened this day his sense of reality had changed.

Aging a decade in just a day he had now a determined look on his face.

The beast was no longer there and if his common sense was right. Then somewhere on this battlefield was the host of the beast made man.

Yes, Danbury was lost. But if he could kill the host of the beast, the enemy army -The sons of Revan's rampage through the Barabian lands would come to a halt.

So he went to the spot where the beast last was. Stepping over the shredded remains of friends and allies. There was blood on the ground and grass and there was a lot of it.

Wherever Jack walked, the ground was sticky and made soggy sound. It was like mud. The air smelled like dirt mixed with iron and also a tinge of sweat.

The sounds of moaning men could be heard all around Jack and hands all over were reaching to the sky as if to shake the hand of an angel. It was truly a hell.

Jack refused to look at his wounded comrades, it would make him too sick to continue his mission.

Eventually he found the one he was looking for. The host.

A distance away stood a man in black armor, bearing a tattered cape on his back. On it a white symbol of the sons of Revan

He had a buzz cut, and had a menacing smile on his face.

In one hand he was a red coated sword.

When Jack noticed a gurgling sound, he noticed that the man in black armor held a Danbury soldier that hung limp in his grasp.

The host held the soldier by his neck like he was some kind of purse. With one squeeze of his hand the host crushed the neck of the Danbury soldier.

Jack was terrified yet he charged the host without hesitation, his sword at his side in order to stab the host.

He thought back to all the moments he practiced sword fighting with his father, and then at camp with his teammates. But this time he would draw real blood from a real enemy.

It was now or never as he heard the other nine hundred sons of Revan charging the battlefield to swarm the city of Danbury.

The host had his back turned to Jack so he kept quiet as he rushed the man.

Once Jack was close enough he had hope that he would kill, he would accomplish something in this one sided war.

But then he felt a solid object hit the right side of his chin, then he flew back and crashed on the ground.

When he opened his eyes he saw the host standing over him like a shadow. "How did you see me!?" Is what he wanted to say before he knew that his jaw was utterly destroyed. Crushed like glass.

"you can't surprise me with that you know?" The host said. His voice was surprisingly young, even his way of saying things sounded immature. Was he Jack's age maybe a bit older?

"I've been playing the game backstabbing far longer than you. And as they say, you can't outsmart the master." The host said. Jack gripped his sword and slashed at the host but a block from the host with his sword knocked the one of Jack out of his hand.

"I like the way you play, and for that very reason, I'll give you a chance."

The host raised his sword in the air and pointed it downward.

Like thunder striking the ground he stabbed Jack in the middle of his chest. He could feel the sword sliding into him and slowing down as it his the ground.

With that Jack believed that this would be his last day on earth. He closed his eyes as he coughed blood and passed out.

As his senses shut down his hearing caught something before he went fully dark.

He heard the heavy stomping of stomping of someone approaching . It was intermingled with the running of dozens of raven soldiers swarming the city of Danbury.

It was a deep voice, obviously one more mature than that of the host.

"You play with your food too much Killian." He said. The host Killian said,"It's just how I like it father, excuse my behavior."