Chapter 16: The Fifth Guardian

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The Trio sat down at the bar as Gerald began pouring drinks. The room was dimly lit but Kaos could make out that it was his old home's basement; filled with books and containing a couch and a pool table, although that game was centuries old.

"I see you found the legend of my tales young one," Gerald said in a raspy yet soft voice, his face still wearing a smile while his eyes gazed upon the book that Snips held. She nodded and handed him the old book. Looking upon the cover, Gerald ran his fingers over the black 'G' in the middle under the title before sighing.

"I have read this book thousands of times and I still cannot for the life of me figure out how they got this story so wrong." He began "It is so inaccurate in many places. Although, there is always a bit of truth in legends."

Gerald then went on to explain what really happened with Kaos trying to replay the memories of these events in his head. On the day of the attack, Gerald (or Geras as he was back in the day) was not at all prepared. He had been in his home meditating when he heard the landing craft arrive. As he walked over to greet the visitors they began to open fire. Using what power he had, he was able to freeze as many as the shots as possible but ultimately his strength failed; leading to the deaths of most of the villagers and him being blasted back against the wall of some crops. When he began to get himself up, the last thing he saw was his brother fighting off several soldiers before being impaled by Wolf-Fox's blade. He then explained that what Knight now carried had been the weapon of Wolf-Fox and was an ancient weapon of GRM; forged by Elder Yuda himself. It was after seeing his brother being impaled that Gerald gathered the strength to get up, only to be sent flying into a tree halfway across the village which knocked the bark off of the tree. As he looked up to see Wolf-Fox smirking down upon him, the second in command of GRM was pulled backwards and onto the blue blade of Kaos.

This led to the younger siblings to look towards Kaos who was sat staring at his drink before speaking up to the group. "It was shortly after I recovered my weapon," he began "Which I retrieved from Vader's castle on Mustafar. It began when I first encountered the voice of Master Kenobi during my meditations where he told me to visit the fiery world. This led me to stumble upon the Dark Lord's castle whilst hearing a faint tune emanating from the black, towering castle. After sneaking inside via the thermal exhaust port for all of the heat produced by the powerful Sith building. I managed to find my way to the vaults where the singing became louder and at its peak as I found myself holding the weapon of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. As I was standing there in awe; I felt the cold, the anger, the hatred. It was the Sith Lord who owned the castle. Using the shadows, I managed to escape but took fire as I left the castle in a stolen ship which led me to crash landing here." Kaos explained, the younger siblings listening intently and in awe themselves. 

However, the moment was ruined when a loud rumble echoed throughout the house; the walls shaking and dust falling from the ceiling.

"Those beasts!" Gerald exclaimed "They're here!"

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