Ark Lore part 3: Where It All Began

The Destruction of Steelville

Meanwhile In Steelville

It was an ordinary, normal, peaceful day in Steelville. Humans and Arks walked the streets as they lived their lives. The palace was busy, servants ran around fulfilling orders. His majesty Sylvester Von Benedict was enjoying his afternoon tea with his wife and two children. But unknown to everyone, a hooded person walked the streets of Steelville, they walked with purpose and haste. They had a place to be and didn't want anyone to interrupt them.

"Sir!" A human garund shouted at the hooded figure as he walked up to the gate of the royal palace. "The palace is closed to visitors, unless you have an appointment," the guard informed the hooded person from his post.

"Oh, sorry but I don't need an appointment," the hooded person spoke as they lifted their head revealing bright yellow eyes. They stared into the soul of the guard, freezing him in place. The mage lifted his hand and a black tentacle emerged from the ground and choked the guard. After the guard's lifeless body fell to the cobblestone, the tentacle pulled a lever on the control panel opening the gate. The hooded figure chuckled and swiftly walked through the gate, stepping over the body and pushing the other one to the ground.

In the Royal Audience Room

"Darling why is the gate opened?" a woman in a lavish yellow gown spoke. She had pearls around her neck, and pearl earrings. Her hair was in a fancy bun.

"What?" Sylvester choked on his tea as he stood up and looked out the window to see the open gate. Sylvester's mouth dropped open when he saw the figures of the two guards on the ground, a puddle of blood forming around one of them.

"Mommy, daddy, who's the scary guy?" a young boy asked as he pointed out the window. The hooded man stopped his walk towards the palace entrance in the royal garden. He took off his hood and stared up into the window, staring at the royal family, and smiled with a soulless smile.

"NO IT CAN'T BE HIM! This isn't good!" Sylvester yelled as he dropped his tea cup. It shattered and tea spilled all over the hardwood floor.

"Sylvester, who is that?!" the woman asked in a panic.

"It's my brother Clark," Sylvester replied grimly as he walked towards a PA system.

"Wait, isn't he dead?" she asked, confused.

"Well I guess not," Sylvester said as he grabbed the phone off of the receiver and punched in some numbers. "Attention, we have an intruder in the garden. All guards are to subdue him and apprehend him for trespassing. I repeat, all guards are needed to intercept the hostile," Sylvester spoke into the receiver, placing it back on the wall.

"Your majesty, I have come to protect you and the royal family," an old wise general spoke as he walked into the room.

"Gerald, please get my family to safety. I beg of you," Sylvester said desperately as he fiddled for a tome from a bookcase.

"Your majesty, why would I leave you behind?" Gerald asked, confused at his orders.

"This intruder isn't an ordinary man. If the guards can't beat him, then I will fight him," Sylvester said as he flipped through the pages of a tome.

"If you say so sir," Gerald said as he turned around. "Your majesty follows me," he said to the queen as they ran out the room. The palace began shaking and a loud bag could be hurd followed by the groaning of men.

"Oh no," Sylvester said as the large wooden doors to the audience room were blasted open. Followed by a blast of purple magic energy. Sylvester blocked it with a translucent blue shield.

"Helllllooooo brotherrrr! Long time no seeee! Ohhh it's been too long! How about we catch up!" Clark spoke slyly as he walked into the room.

"What do you want, Clark! If it's the throne, then you are already a little too late," Sylvester shouted as he threw yellow magical projectiles at Clark. But Clark summoned a black tentacle from the ground to shield himself.

"Oh I don't want that! I want something else!" Clark spoke with madness in his voice. Clark smirked which made his eyes form into thin yellow slits. He approached Sylvester with pride.

"Then what is it!" Sylvester shouted as he casted a spell making temporary copies of himself in an attempt to overwhelm Clark.

"The Axe DAMN IT!" Clark shouted as he enlarged the tentacle and slipped it around the room destroying the clones and slamming Sylvester against the wall.

"Agghh...!" Sylvester groaned in pain as the tentacle began to constrict Sylvester's body.

"Where is it Sylvester! I know you know," Clark asked as his hand began to glow a light purple.

"I don't have it," Sylvester coughed, trying his hardest to speak.

"Stop lying!" Clark began walking towards Sylvester.

"I-It's the... t-truth! King L-Lance found out about what... father was doing to the Stone of D-Death... and he took it b-back...!" Sylvester confessed.

"Tell me what you know!" Clark demanded, his clowning hand inches away from Sylvester's face.

"A-After Lance took the axe back... he must have d-destroyed the S-Stone of Death! As t-the axe was stolen five y-years ago and used by Lars. Now... t-there is an artificial stone i-in it," Sylvester explained as he painted.

"Tell me. Where the hell is Lars?" Clark shouted with madness as he moved his hand closer to Sylvester's face.

"T-The last I knew w-was that h-he is in... Phayor," Sylvester muttered, his vision going black.

"Well looks like I'm going on a little trip then, but not before I finish having fun here," Clark finished his sentence with a giggle and another soulless smile.

"C-Clark... whatever path you are t-taking... it has l-led your s-soul to r-ruin," Sylvester muttered as he barely was able to keep himself up.

"OH SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT FROM THE LIKES OF A WEAKLING LIKE YOU!!" Clark shouted as he lifted his hand up using a levitation spell to lift Sylvester up and threw him around the room bashing him against the walls, floor, and ceiling repeatedly, before dropping him. Sylvester landed with a thud and a moan as blood gushed out of his mouth. Clark walked out of the audience room, the palace and out to the streets. He stood in the center fountain and reached out his arms. Bolts of magical energy shot from his hands and into the magical weapons on the steel walls. They became overloaded with magical energy and began firing down into the city below destroying buildings and killing innocent humans and arks as they ran for cover. As Clark walked out of the Steelville, he laughed insanely as he made his way to Phayor to carry out his plan.

The Servant Quarters

A servant sat huddled in her quarters crying trying to stay safe as the magical weapons destroyed the city that they were built to protect. The rotary phone on the table began ringing. The servant got up and hurried over to the phone.

"H-Hello," she spoke into the phone with fear in her voice.

"Listen to me servant! You need to warn Phayor that their worst nightmare is coming and they need to hide the Sacred Stones!" Sylvester's voice came from the other end; it was shaky and had little life in it.

"I will sir," she replied.

"Good," Sylvester said as he took one last long breath into the phone before there was silence. The servant dropped the phone on the receiver and picked it up again and frantically dialed a number.