Champion: A Songs Of War Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Two

Pythus had been patrolling this area for a few hours now, and his work had paid off: he had found the enemy. He rode his ghast over to the cliff, and watched his troopers prepare their weapons.

"Stand firm!" one ardoni yelled. "He'll not take us yet! Bows!"
"Ready!" Yelled the archers.

"Blades!"

"Poised for attack!" Yelled the swordsmen.

"Archers, ready!" The leader yelled. There was something quite familiar about him...

"Archers, aim!" The archers drew back their bows.

Sarrettus and Pythus shouted in unison. "Fire!"

Ghast fireballs shot at the Ardoni as arrows pierced the Ghast's hide. Slowly, one-by-one, their tamed ghasts were dying. However, the Ardoni were being knocked aside in drove. Pythus put a burst of speed on his ghast, whipping out a primed crossbow. He noticed a netheran among their number.

The betrayer, Pridiral.

"You traitor!" Pythus yelled, enraged at his soldier's lack of honor. "You foul, scheming son of-"

The rest of his words were cut off as his ghast was hit by an arrow and shook dangerously. Pythus promptly hopped off and onto the cliff along with several of his soldiers, tore out his axe, and began cutting through the ardoni. He wrenched his axe from a blue archer's chest and stuck it into another's lung. He ran over to the traitor, but was blocked by the familiar leader.

"You'll kill no more children today, Pythus," the captain said.

Then, he recognized him.

Pridiral stood awkwardly. If the ardoni let him have a sword, he would join his fellows in combat, prove that he was not a traitor to Pythus. He would instantly stab every Sendaris in sight, but they knew that, and would not risk arming him. He only watched as his prince ran at him, thinking him a traitor to his people. He only watched, tears running down his face, as captain Sarrettus Sendaris saved his life. He watched the captain be shoved aside by Pythus, and he watched the firstborn of Chronos run at him.

Pythus desired nothing more in that moment to kill the traitor, to end his life, to show him what happens to those with no honor. He shoved the captain aside and ran directly as Pridiral, maintaining his original course. He raised his axe as he ran and brought it down on a Sendaris' swordsman's head. He wrenched it out of the dead warrior's chest as its blue markings faded to black, and embedded it right in Pridiral's lung. With a final, shuddering breath, Pridiral, soldier of the Nether collapsed to the ground, killed by his prince.

Thalleous used his Aggroprime against his enemies, spotting a nether portal in the distance. He knew that Nether travel was much shorter than overworld travel, and being hundreds of blocks from their original portal didn't help things, but he had no choice.

"Fall back to that portal!" he yelled, taking out his flint and steel. He led his men towards the portal. They would have to time this just right to avoid Netheran entry into the overworld. He fired an Aggrobeam behind him, cutting through a ghast's eye. It shrieked in horror and pain, and ear-splitting, gut-wrenching, and strangely saddening cry. He stared into the Aggroprime, observing its dancing lights, its sharp edges, its untameable power, and it was his, he was a Champion, it was his...

He shook himself and hurriedly ushered his men through.

Author's Note: Hello, everyone!

I'm happy to bring you this chapter. I had a load of fun writing so much from Pythus' perspective. You'll have to let me know how I did.

Nothing else to report.

Godspeed,

-KOS