C.I.3: The Battle of the Mega Titan

Chapter 19. Zebtha

Cyclone saw the word 'Dynamite' written on the handle of the gun. "I don't understand." He said with confusion. "I didn't realize it at first." Said Maladar. "But your gun is very special. It was made out of the same material as the Gladiator." "Gladiator?" Asked Cyclone. "The Gladiator is the sword you found in the Pit Tower." Said Maladar. "It actually used to belong to my brother long ago." Cyclone was now very curious. "You had a brother too?" He asked. Maladar nods his head. "Yes. He has been long deceased. His name was Zebtha. He was my older brother." Maladar takes out the Gladiator. "This was his sword." He continued. "Zeb was a librarian and a scientist. When we first came here to Courage Island, we had already known about the power, and Zeb was very fascinated by it. For many months, he had spent day and night studying the power. I received my powers over time, and he would use me for his research. I guess you could say that I was his 'guinipig' for a while." They both chuckled a bit. "He made a few more discoveries, and found out that the power can be useful for enchantment. He took his sword, and he took the power he had saved and used that power to make an enchanted sword." Maladar lowered his head in sorrow. "His life was cut short however, when a former friend and partner took the power for granted and decided to take it all for himself. One evening he killed my brother along with many other lives that got in his way. I became enraged when I found Zeb's body." Maladar continues to hold the Gladiator tightly in his hands. "I took his sword, and swore revenge for my brother's death. Eventually, his killer was found. I drew my brother's sword, and he drew his. It was enchanted as well after he had stole Zeb's ingredients. I had never felt such anger in my entire life. We fought, we hate, we had nothing but death in our eyes. Blood was shed. We nearly cut each other to peices. That night, I thought I was going to die, but I was going to make sure that I was going to take that murderous bastard down with me." Cyclone realized something about Maladar's story. He knew exactly who the perpetrator was. "It was Zinteren. Wasn't it?" He asked. Maladar slightly nods. "Yes. We were both at the edge of death. Just before I lost consciousness, I watched him disappear into the earth." Maladar looks around. "The next thing I knew, I was inside these Towers. I never knew how I got in here, but I heard a voice in my head. It was the Colossus Spirit you encountered earlier. It told me that I was a true warrior. And that I deserved to live a much longer life. I've been an Immortal ever since." "The Towers made you immortal?" Asked Cyclone. "The Colossus did." Said Maladar. "I've gained it's trust to protect the power." "I thought you only wanted revenge." Said Cyclone confusingly. "At first, Yes." Said Maladar. "But during the battle, I realized that the power was very important to my people, so I erased the thought of vengeance and developed a will for protection to the Couragians. Which is now my purpose for existing for so long." Cyclone looks at his pistol once more. "What about my gun?" He asked. "That weapon." Said Maladar pointing at it. "Was once Zinteren's sword." "How is that possible?" Asked Cyclone. "I wish I knew the complete reason." Said Maladar. "But I do have a theory. When Zinteren was taken away, his sword obliterated into many pieces. I later threw the remains of that sword into the Pacific. I didn't want to look at the weapon that killed Zeb. For years I thought Zinteren was dead, but I found out that he'd somehow become immortal as well. My guess is that since the sword used to be his, he used his magic to shapeshift it into a more modern weapon. At some point, your family got their hands on it. Not knowing what it truly was." Cyclone looks at his pistol again. "As if it was destiny." He said. Maladar crosses his arms with a grin on his face. "Maybe." He said.