Immortal Betrayal (ver 2012.3.5)

Immortal Betrayal (rev 2012.3.5)

 Written by

 Benjamen Dees

"Death... It is what has plagued the world for billions of years, but is a grace that I shall never obtain. Trapped in the darkness I am unable to escape. The pain and horror of things I have witnessed invade my mind every time I rest, but truly to dream would drive me insane. The screams... the blood... the thirst... this is what I have become... a parasite of the night, never to witness another sunrise."

A man of utter mystery, John of Bolton always seemed to keep his past to himself. Once a mercenary of sorts, John met with King Richard III which altered his view on life. At that point, John decided that his life would be used to protect King Richard and his beliefs... at all cost. Through his many battles, John proved to be the kind of fighter that would sleep with one eye open and a weapon in his hand.

At this point in his life, John seemed to take pride in looking presentable to represent his king. John was of average height, no more than five times the length of his feet. He stayed clean shaven and kept his shoulder length black hair clean whenever possible. I am what you may call a watcher. Someone who studies prospects... those that could alter the outcome of time. I am only one of many.

August 21, 1485, King Richard III's army began to march towards Leicester to intercept and demolish Henry Tudor's invading army. I, John of Bolton was one of these men, armed and ready to fight for the ideals of King Richard. We arrived with our swords sheathed at Redemore Plain the following morning soon after we spotted Tudor's army. This is what we had trained for... but as we drew our swords, nothing could have prepared me for the acts that would take place.

As our army engaged Tudor's men a thunderous sound filled the air. Swords clashed as blood began to flow onto the ground. One by one our force began to topple, seemingly unable to inflict much damage to the onslaught brought on by Tudor's army. After struggling for several minutes, my sword finally found its way through the flesh of my opponent. His blood rushed out of his body covering my hands. I could see the pain in his eyes as I withdrew my sword. After removing the blade from its victim I looked up to see my King being attacked by multiple fighters. I knew I had to get to him, I vowed to protect him... I couldn't let him die. What seemed like forever, I began to run through the crowd slashing those who entered my path.

Just then my body froze as cold steel plunged into my back. As I looked down, I could see the tip of the sword protruding from my chest. I fell to my knees just in time to see King Richard fall to Tudor's men. While on my knees, the wielder of the sword in my back put his foot on my back and flung me to the ground in the effort to remove his sword. I could hear my flesh tear as the sword exited my body. I could then feel the warmth of the blood flow over me as I lay upon the ground. Fading out of consciousness and in a sense out of life, I heard a voice tell me, "It's not over yet."

Several hours had passed since the bloodshed ended. Looking across the battlefield, crimson covered the land, but the shell of John was gone, moved to a location away from the war... away from the life he once knew.

As I awoke I couldn't comprehend what had happened. I am alive? Could it have been a dream? These questions among others filled my mind as I looked at my blood stained clothing. I began to look about the room. I arose and witnessed a room filled with torches. No other light could find a way to pierce through this dank place. I walked to the door and tried to open it with no success. As I walked about the room an odor of death surrounded me... I could only come to the conclusion that this was hell.

As I went to sit back down on the stone surface I woke upon, the once locked door flew open. A large man walked in with a smaller, somewhat older man following nearby. The large man was taller than I and had short scraggly hair. He wore a large sword on his left leg and looked like he wouldn't hesitate to use it. The smaller man showed signs of age with blemishes covering his face. He had silver hair but was covered by the hood of his cloak.