Niah and the Pheonix (Watty's 2024!)

Chapter XVIII: Nimroth

"Niah, she's too strong. I need help. Help me!" The dragon yells, reaching out for me.

I look around me, looking for something that might help me save this precious creature. I look deep into the black void that surrounds me, finding nothing but a knife.

"What shall I do with this? Kill you?" I ask it, confused.

"No, kill her. Kill Niah so I shall be free, and everything you want will be yours!"

I think for a second, not knowing what it meant. Who's Niah? Was it trying to tell me something? 

"Where can I find this 'Niah'?" I ask, knowing that that's the most important question of them all, But other then that; who is Niah?

"There's no time, but you must find her! If you don't, you shall perish, just as I did. Trust me, though; the war will lead you to her." It said.

What the- 'the war will lead me to her'? What's that supposed to mean? By now, she's probably already fled or been killed. How old even is this phoenix, anyways? Probably not that young, but- never mind, that's beside the point.

"Could you at least give me a hint on where she is?" I ask.

"No, now you must go! Or you will be stuck in this world, just as I am. Go!"

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"Ahh!" I wake up, gasping for breath.

Of course, just as I had expected; another dream about that dragon. Will they never end? Or do I just need to find it first. What did it say again? Free it? Hmm...

I hop out of bed, throwing some clothes on and heading to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and throw some water on my face. I look up and grab a hand towel, wiping my face and leaning onto the counter top. I look up into the mirror once again, smiling slightly as I think about how close I am to obtaining the Phoenix Dragon.

I walk out and slip on some slippers, walking out to the balcony. I look off in the distance to see my army marching, completely off beat. At least they're kind of good at fighting. I mean, we have already concurred the East and North... well, maybe, at least. They haven't even brought me the kings head from the North, yet, so how could I even trust he's actually dead?

Never mind, though. We have work to do, and we must finish it to finally be done and rest. 

I walk out the door, prepared to tell my army to get ready to leave. I dash down the stairs and head towards the big door, still wide open. Idiots. 

"Hey, you!" I yell at a troll, "Are you guys ready to leave yet? Or do I need to take some of your heads?"

He nods, then runs off scared. How did I get stuck with such ignorant, pathetic creatures for an army? I think to myself. 

I walk towards the group of trolls, all fumbling to get in an attention position. A few of them bump into each other, dropping their weapons and falling to the ground. 

"How are y'all so stupid? So clumsy? So... so..." I think for a second.

They all look at me, knowing I was mad. Then again, when it comes to them, I'm almost always mad.

"Never mind," I say as I take a deep breath, "just prepare to leave, we arrive there by tomorrow morning!"

I walk away and hear a troll yell above everyone else, "Why should we listen to you?!"

I turn around, anger spreading across my face, "What did you just say to me, peasant?" 

He gulps, then sinks into the crowd as though he had said nothing. No, for too long I have ignored their stupid phrases. Their clumsiness, ignorance, everything. I was not going to let this one slide.

The leader walks to the front of the group and yells, "Yeah, why should we? You only ever treat us like stupid creatures, not smart like we be."

"Eh hem, actually, it's 'are'." I say, correcting him.

"Oh, so you think you're so tough, huh? I could beat you with both hands tide behind my back and me eyes closed!" He says.

Oh, he will regret mocking his king! He will regret everything he's ever done.

"Fine, then it's settled. I challenge you to a Grummle Match, right here, right now." I say, knowing he'll lose horribly.

A Grummle Match is a fight with no arena, no rules, just people. It is usually for settling debates, but right now, I wasn't just gonna let his comment slide.

He smirks then excepts, causing all the other trolls to cheer for him. Ahh, if only he knew what he was getting in to, then they wouldn't be cheering so much. I motion for them to all stop, and they listen. 

I look deep into the leaders eyes, mine turning deep blue as I start to smile. His smile fades from his face and he starts to step back slowly, instantly regretting his decision of challenging me. 

He turns around and starts running, but I stop him.

"Refardo!" I yell, a huge wall summoning from the ground, blocking his path. 

He turns and looks at me, fright filling his eyes. He hugs the wall, praying for the best outcome. What a coward, not even fighting back. I thought he could beat me with both arms behind his back, but he can't even beat me with both!

"Gerfando Fundamento!" I yell, now levitating 5 feet off the ground.

His eyes widen, "Witch!" He cursed me.

"No, not a witch," I say, "but the last person you'll ever see."

The wall behind him blocks the view of the rest of the trolls, so they're just left wondering what's happening on the other side. Although I'm fine with that, I would rather let them all see what I'm about to do to this fool.

"So, any last words?" I say, a deeper voice replacing mine. Almost... demonic.

He thinks for a second, then opens his mouth. I cut him off.

"You took too long," I say, his eyes widening, "Sermonic."

I point my hands at him and watch him as he slowly turns to ashes, his yell fading along with them. I smile and slowly fall to the ground, accomplishment flowing through my vanes.

"Refrostet,"I say, the wall returning back to its place underground.

I wait for the dust to clear and see a large group of trolls, shock on their faces. I dust off my shoulder and walk up to where the ex-leader stood, picking up his badge. I walk towards them as I hear them whisper thing like 'where did he go?' or 'did I hear him say witch?'. 

I stop and look at all of them, "Would anybody else like to try? Or would you like to live?" 

They all say nothing, just stare at the ground. That's what I thought. 

I look forward to see a troll, perfect attention and looking straight forward, straight face and everything.

"You look intelligent," I say as I walk towards him, "Here, put this on." I push the badge into his chest.

He looks down at it, placing it in his hand and putting it on. His skin turns with stripes of red, showing he's the leader. He smiles and solutes me, staying in his position still. I already have a good feeling about this one.

I touch the badge and say, "Gorge fermas newton."

The badge turns a glowing orange-red, as though it was fire. He falls to the ground and starts shaking, after affect seizure, I'm sure. 

All the trolls back away from him, then he stops shaking. His eyes open and he rises to his feet, staring at me with an evil smirk on his face.

"So, what shall we do next, master?" He asks me.

Finally, my own champion. One that could probably take down anything, one that will listen to me without hesitation, one that is actually smart. The North stands no chance against me now.