(17) The visits

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While Darren talked with his sister, John started a conversation with Palmer. "Ok, so now you have heard my story, what's yours?" John had finished explaining his adventure to him so far and now he was interested in his new friend's tale. Palmer, being an inhabitant of the dark islands, was built more like a giant. He was eight feet, and dark black. In truth he was made out of obsidian.

"What's with your accent?" Asked Cassie, she had noted that Darren talked funny. "Oh, I spent about your years living with Polly in her home in the NetherLands, I guess her accent rubbed off on me." He replied. "Wait, who's Polly?"

"Well, where I come from it was a great ignominy for any one from an ice nation to wed someone from a fire nation because of an old prophecy that we had. To ensure this our ancestors started a great war that lasted for more then one thousand years. As fate would have it, this very war is what kick started the prophecies. My parents met on the battlefield and decided to have me. Now, fire and ice don't really mix and somehow that led to me being made out of obsidian- ""Wait." interrupted John, "Fire and ice don't make obsidian, you sure no one cheated?" Palmer berated John, then continued on.

"That's not relevant, but what is is that at age twelve I was banished from my village and my parents were imprisoned. I grew up in the dark forest after that. That was until I found the undead Scythe. It's a magical relic with the power to bring back the dead. Shortly after finding it I stumbled across the dark village, a village of people just like me." His voice seemed to trail off. "It was there that I met Sam. She is the leader of the unifocal Dark armie. Well, after a short fight they crowned me their king, and I helped them mold the obsidian in the forest into new and stronger tools-""Wait, so are they like made out of your skin?"

Lucky for John the giant had patience. "Sort of, anyways they were not able to do this before due to them not having anything strong enough to harvest the obsidian. With my Scythe and their numbers we became an unstoppable force. First it started with small raids, but soon we began to conquer the islands. After one huge final battle I had united all nations under one rule. We are nascent as the Ex Empire. Now it is mostly just cleaning up, then I was taken here.''

"Man, you're lucky," said john. "How so?" "Well, you know that you get a happy ending, but what about me? I have no clue what will happen next?" "Well, you could ask that Darren guy over there, he seemed to know you." "Ok thanks." John then turned and ran up ahead. Darren realized that John was trying to catch up with him, so he slowed his pace to abate the distance between them, but still kept close to Cassie.

They had now reached a small cavern. One of the dark giants came to the center of the room and clapped their hands. "Ahh, excuse me, ya hello. Now that I have your attention it is time for us to brief you on your mission." At this every one seemed concerned, mission, what mission? Only James wasn't fazed by the news, he just stood at attention like he had been taught to.

"Obsidian nation is the most powerful nation on earth, that was as long as we had the stones. We livid in the shadows, and using the Undead stone we found in Palmers Scythe we were able to protect ourselves. We never had had an outsider before since Palmer's "Sidekick" but we thought that we could trust him." The giant paused to let that sink in, at last John broke the silence. "Trusted who?" "We have no name for him other than the deceiver. He led us to believe that he wanted to join us in our ways, he lived among us for a year before he betrayed us at our annual festival.

Every year we try to hold the power sword, the only thing capable of holding the power stones. He insisted on trying, little did we know he already had one of the stones, the power stone. Using it he stole the undead stone and the sword, we were not able to stop him. And we were recently informed that he has got his hands on the third stone, the stone of pain meaning he has four of the four."

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