Sands of Destiny: Five Lights Appear

Chapter 2: The Boy Chosen by Crepitus

It had been long ten years since the intolerable death of Medikus's beloved parents. Since then, he had grown into not only a man, but one of the scariest wranglers alive, and the most wanted man in the Western Sands. At age eighteen, he'd killed more sheriffs than any average wrangler can in a lifetime. Still wearing his signature jacket passed on to him by Auxilium, he was considered a man amongst boys, and in the Western Sands, only Great Eight Gordias would dare stand in front of him in a one-on-one fight. He frequented a bar, not far from Auxilium's bakery, and it proved to be the stage of most of his greatest fights.

"Hey Sam, if you don't mind, I'll have my usual!"

"Medikus! Why of course! You know, you come here every day, but I still can't believe such a man of your status would be a regular of mine."

"Well, your drinks are my favorite you know!"

The bar was covered in all kinds of firearms. Sam was a collector and was well equipped to protect his bar and his customers. It was one of the things Medikus most liked most about the bar.

"One moonshine coming right up!"

Medikus sat there, basking in the joyful sounds of chatter and soft music, as he peacefully sipped his drink when he heard a sudden commotion outside.

"Where is he?! Where is that bastard Medikus?!"

"Looks like I've got company Sam. Do me a favor, get everyone behind the bar counter, things might get a little heated."

"Alright you heard the man, everyone back here with me!"

Sam ripped his favorite gun off the wall, and just as the last of the customers got behind the counter, the first shot rang out, and zoomed right past the Sam's ear. Medikus had already ducked down, and the bullet traveled straight through the top of his hat. Three more shots entered the building, with Medikus written all over them, and with lightning quick speed Medikus drew his sword and blocked them all without even looking behind him. Cup still to his lips, he slurped down the rest of his beverage, before slowly turning around to face his new opponent. The man shivered as Medikus met his gaze.

"You know, it's pretty rude to interrupt a man in the middle of his drink. And you and your poor aim put a hole in my hat, you rat bastard! Now how should I kill you?!"

"You think you can outrun the law forever, don't you?!"

Medikus recognized this sheriff immediately.

"Ah, it's you Betas, Gordias's evil second fiddle. I believe I should be the one asking you that. You can't outrun me forever! I like that hat of yours by the way, it would make a lovely replacement for mine you just ruined, wouldn't you say?"

"Well, if you know who I am, then why don't you bow in fear, you dirty peasant?!"

"Fear? You don't even know fear. But you'll learn today!"

"So, you're a cocky little shit are ya? Just like I've heard! I've been waiting for this moment, to take your head to Gordias, and see it next to your mother and fathers!!!"

"And you're just another name on my record, a small page in my story! So, let's cut to the chase. How do you plan on beating me, and especially after signing you own death warrant with that last comment?!"

"Ha! I don't need a plan for you kid, I'm obviously the stronger of us two!"

"Idiot."

Medikus shot across the room an instant and hit Betas with a punch that sent him flying out of the bar.

"D-damn you! And how'd you take my hat?! Just what are you?!"

Medikus threw his old hat down and put on what was once the hat of0 Betas. He stepped outside to find five sheriffs with six shooters trained on him.