Soul Slave

The Wait

"Fuck you Edward this is taking way too long." Korth glared across at Edward who had been sitting in the alley for an entire hour just staring at the night sky.

Edward now slowly turned his gaze to his right arm where the armor was bent in on his elbow. He'd try to use his left hand to unlace the armor, yet it became obvious that he wasn't going to be able to do it alone. Korth would stand and walk over to him, kneeling down and taking off his plate bracer and glove.

Korth's yellow eyes seemed to widen at the sight, "What?" Edward said calmly.

"You're bleeding." Korth spoke in a low tone.

Edward nodded and pulled his arm back, standing up and grabbing his sword, he'd hold it with his left glowing hand resting the sword on his left shoulder. He'd look at the sky then to Korth very seriously.

"Saltire isn't the only place facing this danger."

Korth looked to the ground as his thoughts threw him into the past.

Years before the events

Korth had barricaded the door with wooden planks and such, trying his best to keep his grandchildren away from the doors. His options were small as there were two doors and no place to lock himself away or the children. Setting some wooden horse figurines down he'd watch his granddaughters play, but then a split second later someone was banging on the door so loud he jumped.

Storming forward towards the door, he'd accidentally kick one of the wooden horses towards the door, walking over to the door he'd answer cruelly. "Go away! Can't you see we are hiding away from this plague?!"

Korth took a step back to his right, hearing screams and moans of the undead villagers behind whoever was knocking.

"Let us in, you fool!" Edward exclaimed from the other side of the door. Korth froze not knowing what to do, only wishing to protect his grandchildren yet he was too stunned to notice his two granddaughters had made it right beside him near the door as they played with their toys.

As seconds passed Edward didn't have any other choice, kicking in the door as it flung in and the knight pushed Korth to the ground rushing into the blacksmith. His squire Brynolf ran in right after him standing right beside the children, holding a sword in his hand Korth's entire world flashed before his eyes as he witnessed the squire cower and fear. Allowing his grand daughters to be eaten alive before his eyes.

Present time

"Korth, i'm sorry..." Edward spoke softly as he looked at Korth.

Korth looked up in a sharp swift motion, his four claw mark scars across his face shining in the moonlight. "What's the plan then, dragon slayer?"

Edward gripped hard onto his hilt, "We kill one of the Firestorms, force them out of here."

"Only killing Varanthar will do... Xander's death will only enrage his father."

"Rage is what we need."

"What in the world do you mean? Do you want him to burn the entire town?"

"Exactly, if he chooses to lose control of his undead horde then the lich will pull out of Saltire and advance on Salsgar where my squire is."

Korth didn't say anything to that, turning around and walking over to where he had been resting while Edward thought. Grabbing a hold of his runic staff, the inscriptions carved along the wood shined bright yellow.

"About twenty minutes ago I couldn't hear anymore screaming or marching, no explosions... So if there are any survivors they've turned..." Edward spoke as if everyone was already dead.