Hail to the King

Prologue

"Gah," I cringed as I rose up, "What happened? Where am I?" I looked around. I was surrounded by hay, and beyond was the walls of a barn. I looked up to the sky and a giant hole above me showed bright blue sky. As I moved to get up, my back made a giant crack. "Ouch!" I yelled and proceeded to rub it. The naked skin felt weird since I normally wear a shirt.

A stench that smelled worse than any barn clung to my nose, and started filling my lungs. My eyes started focusing around me. "Where am I?" This was not a normal barn. There were places for animals and other things typically found in a barn, but on the other end of the barn was a guillotine. I felt an urge in my stomach and fell forward. Whatever was in was about to come out. I struggled to keep ahold, and the room was spinning. I closed my eyes, and that's where the visions started.

The sun set on the field of red. Swords, spears, and fallen soldiers scatter the fields like rose petals. The horses were tipped over. A lone soldier stood in front of me, his silver armor tarnished with blood. His sword dripped with blood. He smirked. "You cannot stand up to the king," he says as he moves his sword around, showing off his handy work. "They send an army to fight me, yet even their strongest fighters fall before me." He laughed manically and raised his sword to the sky. "Everyone will bow to the king!"

He lowered his blade and rushed towards me at lighting speed. I barely was able to hold my sword up in time as they clashed. The cold blade stung against my neck, but no blood came out. "Even you oh great on..." he muttered under his breath. I barely had a chance to say anything before I felt a sense of power wash over him.

"Was this the power of the kings?" I thought as I was slowly pushed back by his force. My boots were already grinding to a halt within the dirt, but he kept going. His blade slowly moved down mine until the hilts clinked together. I was barely able to hang on, and then it happened.

His force reached amazing heights. "Why do you fight when you know you lost?" he laughed as he pushed forward with his blade. The wind seemed to help him, and I was pushed backwards into the air. When I landed, I was about ten-feet away, yet I could still hear his laugh. I could not move. My body was completely out of energy, and to make it worse, he slowly approached me, dragging the tip of his sword in the ground. "This land shall be mine!" he exclaimed upon reaching me, "All will hail the mighty king chosen by the gods." He raised his sword in the air, and paused for a moment before finally saying, "And those who don't..." The warrior turned the sword around in his hand and plunged it into my heart. I could feel the cold liquid oozing out of the hole, his sword being twisted inside me, and his glare staring straight into my eyes. "...Shall die." He twisted the sword once more and I coughed up blood. When he finally pulled it out, it was dark red, as if it had absorbed the blood into it.

The final thing I saw as my life was flowing out of my body was the man sheathing his sword, with the sun finally setting behind him, covering the warrior in total darkness.