The Outcasts' Alternate Universes & Hellscapes

4 - Earth 83: The Mutiny of The Alloynian People

WRITTEN BY LIAM POMEROY

As the battering ram burst open the doors to The Metallo Palace, Ivy would stand behind a large group of soldiers that were positioned right behind the door. Looking past the wall of knights, she would firmly grasp her weapon, the powerful Staff Of Crimson. She would slowly inhale as she waited for the dust to settle. Finally, she would hear it, the yelling of the enemy team and the clattering of their armor as they approached.

Looking up, Ivy would let out a quiet plea. "Please Crimson, protect us."

Suddenly, as multiple bronze-covered soldiers ran in holding shields and long swords, a man who looked different from the soldiers began to walk into the palace, stepping over the debris. Being much bigger than the other soldiers, this man was wearing a black, stylish, and old-fashioned shirt with black pants and a large brown, furry coat over it. On the belt that was attached to his waste, there was a large sword with a red gem fashioned into the golden handle. His skin was pale but his hair was a dark black color.

"Shit... The Bronze Age," Ivy would murmur, clenching her jaw due to nerves.

Looking forward, the evil Priest would brandish an evil smirk across his face as he immediately ordered his men to charge forward. The soldiers in golden armor on Ivy's side would begin to push forward too, attempting to keep back the warriors in bronze armor. As the swords of the golden knights clashed with the war axes of the bronze soldiers, Ivy would watch as more poured in. Suddenly, Head Knight Ren would run into the chamber from a side door.

"Priestess! The Alloynian soldiers have taken the entire kingdom captive," The knight exclaimed, gasping for air. "This is our final stand, we cannot allow them to win!"

"I need you in the front lines with the others!" Ivy would shout, watching as her knights were failing to keep the bronze-armored soldiers back. "JUST GO!"

She ordered, pointing to the battle with her right hand as she gripped her staff tighter in her left. Just as Ren ran into the crowd to help the knights fight their enemies, a blast of flames would hit near Ivy's feet, causing her to go flying into the wall.

"You should've accepted the negotiations Priestess, this wouldn't have happened if you did," The black-haired man informed, pointing his sword in the direction of Ivy.

"Your negotiations?!" She repeated. "Your negotiations were to hand over the tribe to your control in hopes to take over the world! You're a psychopath!" Ivy screamed, standing back up to her feet.

"And here we are, with your tribe soon to be fully under my control just like I asked," He would say, closing the distance between them. "So miss Golden Edge, do you surrender?"

"NEVER!" She screamed, grabbing her staff which sat next to her.

"So be it then." And with that, The Bronze Age would raise his arms and swing down with great force toward Ivy. 

However, to her luck, she would've grabbed her staff in time to raise it in front of her and block it. Showing visible anger on his face, the man would bring his sword back up, allowing Ivy to point her staff at his chest, projecting a beam of ice toward him; which would cause him to be shot into the air and land on his back a few feet away.

Looking over at Ren and her knights, she could see they still were having trouble dealing with the bronze soldiers. Standing up, she would begin to run towards them to help, however, she'd be blocked by a large sword with flames emitting from it.

"You're not going anywhere Priestess, you're mine," The man would then move in front of her, backing her up against the wall.

As her back met the golden wall, she would take a deep gulp. Looking up at the Priest's evil smirk, a single tear would begin to roll down her cheek. Her hands would weaken and her staff would fall, clattering as it collided with the metal floor. The sword would slowly meet her chest, pushing further and further in. Looking past his shoulder, Ivy would peer back to see Ren and how the soldiers were doing. But, to her disappointment, all the soldiers were dead, with Ren the sole survivor, but forced onto his knees with his helmet off and a bloody face.