Whats to come for the wraith

it ends here

Fear was kneeling. A sight to behold, as none have put this legendary warrior to the edge of defeat before. But he had grown tired of war, of battle and of life. He was old now. No longer the young, powerful mind, body and soul he once was. He had only his dear children left, and their children as well. Esmeralda....she had passed on many years ago. It ripped through Fear like a blade against silk, but he held strong. As he always did. But the great Ork Stormhammer, one of Fears closest friends, had fallen in battle against the 8 Warlords of Apothakar. As had Acule Hartstone, a good and kind knight. Jraken Rainhold had fallen as well. At only the age of 47. Fear was the only one left. And here he was, kneeling like a dog to its master. The warlords had certainly beaten him, he was bleeding and had been badly broken. He rose off his feet as he had done in the past, but his frame was weak, his arms felt like weights heavier than any other. "So this is what near death feels like..." He muttered to himself, smirking as he always did. Wo-rog, the strongest warlord, brought his massive war axe to Fears neck and laughed, "I like you wraith. Your strength was, and will always indeed be, legendary" Fear laughed also,"your not too bad yourself. I wish we could have met before. You wouldve made an excellent sparring partner". The giant warlord chuckled, "as would you". Fear shook his head whilst he chuckled and put Tempest, his legendary blade, back into its scabbard. He took of the harness that held it to his back and laid it gently on the ground at Wo-rog's feet. He then sat down, crossing his legs. Amazingly, Wo-rog withdrew his axe and bowed before the wraith. Fear laughed once more "there's no need for that. I'm not the legend I once was" Wo-rog rose and smiled "it has been an honour to fight you, m'lord" Fear replied with "the same to you".

Wo-rog sighed and said "you know what must be done" Fear nodded, "I do. I shan't change my mind. This is what's best for everyone". Several mintues past, of both Fear and Wo-rog looking out across The Citadel and it's many forests, mountains and towns. Fear suddenly spoke up, "you can relay messages to the dead, correct?" Wo-rog looked at him and said, "do you wish to have me send a message to your comrades?" Fear nodded and Wo-rog used a necromancy spell to create a glowing green paper and quill. Fear began to speak, "I miss you all. It's been a journey I can barley imagine, let alone think of rationally. I have...Not been kind to all of you during our final years together, but I hope you can all forgive me. I never meant that things I did. The power reached places in my mind and heart I should've never allowed it to reach..." He paused for a moment, with a genuine look of sorrow on his pale, aged face. He breathed slowly and continues, "if I could be with all of you....right now...I would never, let anyone, spirit or no, hurt you again. I have endured so much during your absence, and I deserve it.....I have failed to protect this land without you. And now....I'm....I...." A single tear rolled down his cheek as he uttered his final words, "I'm sorry....I'm coming Esmeralda. I'm coming...."

Wo-rog closed his hands together and sent the message into the spirit realm. He lifted not his axe, but a giant dagger. He knelt down to the wraith and asked "any final requests" Fear wiped away his tears and without any hesitation, said "tell my children to be strong. They may not know how to be truly strong. But they will know one day. Please protect them yourself until that day." Wo-rog nodded and added, "it would be my honour to serve you, fellow warrior" he helped Fear to his feet, but not before giving him a hug, not as enemies or as friends. He did this, as one warrior, to another, to see him off to the next life. Fear nodded, "I'm ready" he said. Wo-rog drove the dagger through Fears heart, catching him as his lifeless body fell.

He brought Fears body to his children, and they understood what had happened and why this enemy was here. They had heard of Wo-rog the Ravagers unshakable sense of honour among warriors he deemed worthy of a warriors death. They buried Fears body next to his beloved wife Esmeralda, placing his sword at the head of his grave rather than a stone.

Fears children grieved for him for a long as they needed to, before setting out to protect the entire Citadel and the other islands, just as well as their mother and father had once done, under the guidance and protection of Fears final request.

Fear found himself in a beautiful oriental garden, filled with amazing blossom trees and ponds. He looked at his reflection in a nearby pond and realised he was his 27 yes old self again. He looked towards a giant house, and there stop at its gates, was Esmeralda, and his friends, all smiling. He ran towards them, picking up his wife and hugging her, happier than hed ever been. Fear spent his afterlife here, where he got what he'd always wanted

He was accepted to who he was, not for what he did

The end