Legend Of Pandora

Chapter IV: The Reunion

Cloak did not know what to do.
He had no chance to get Pandora’s box, and returning to the Serpents was not an option. He had failed, and his clan will be disappointed. Especially his mother, The Anaconda.

Cloak didn’t know why he still tried to impress her.
He hated her, though he still felt like he must get her respect somehow.
When he was 4, His mother started making him call her “Lord”.
Every time he forgot and called her “Mom”, she punished him.
By the age of 10 the two had completely despised each other.

The only reason he did not abandon the Serpents was Python.
But he must hate him now, Cloak thought.

He had no reason to stay a Serpent, he realized.
He could live alone.
No one will ever find him; they will assume he is dead.
He backtracked. He went to the Ashforest and started walking the opposite way. He hoped to find a good, lonely place where he can settle down.

Python was tired. He has been riding his horse, Scar for hours across the Wastelands,
Looking for Cloak.

Whatever that guy has been doing, he made sure not to leave any signs he was there,
Python thought.
Until he saw something.
A body of a Bloodmixian child. His face was cut off to two.
He got closer to the body to take a look. The knife that cut him was poisoned. Like Cloak’s dagger.
Did cloak do this?  Python wondered.

Python heard a sound. Something was running in the woods. He got on Scar and chased the noise. It was just a deer running. Though running away from what?

A shadowy figure jumped from a treetop and caught the deer. The figure stabbed it and ripped it’s skin away, taking out the meat.

Python Got closer to the figure. He was sweaty, covered in blood. He was wearing a cloak. The figure looked up to Python. His face was covered in blood. It was cloak.

“Python?” Cloak was surprised.

“What are you doing??” Python shouted.

“I am Serpent no more, old friend.” Cloak said.

“What happened to Pandora’s box?”

Cloak wasn’t sure if he should tell the truth, though he decided he will.
Python won’t tell the Anaconda something that would mean Cloak’s death.

“I had it. But then, Bloodmixians stole it from me. I had poisoned their leader, though.” Cloak confessed. “I am not a Serpent anymore. I don’t think I ever truly was. I shall live alone in the woods.”

Python was shocked. But he had an idea.
“Let me come with you”, he asked.
He did not really want to leave the Serpents. He was a part of them. But he won’t let his friend go alone.
“No.” said Cloak.
“Let me come.” Python insisted.
Cloak lifted his dagger and put it near Python’s face.
“No.” he repeated.
Python put out his Longsword and blocked Cloak’s dagger.
“It wasn’t a question.” Python replied.
“It should have been.” Cloak replied.

Python swung his Longsword. “I insist.”
Cloak put out his. “So do I.”

Python stroke first. Cloak managed to block the attack with his dagger.
Both of them knew Python had the upper hand; his sword was much longer,  and Cloak’s were just a dagger.

“I don’t want to fight you.” Python said. He knew he would win the fight, but he did not want it to begin at all.

“I wouldn’t want to fight me either.” Cloak drew a second dagger from his belt.
Python was surprised.

Cloak threw one dagger at Python’s face and missed it intentionally. Python looked to his side to see it, then Cloak threw the second dagger to his knee.
Python fell down. Cloak had no more daggers to throw, though.

He tried reaching to the dagger that he had missed, though Python got up in pain and got in his way.
I can kill him. Right here, right now. Python thought. But I won’t.

Cloak snuck to the other side and lifted his dagger. He ran to Python, lifted the dagger, and jumped; about to stab Python in the face.

Python lifted his sword and blocked Cloak’s attack. His dagger shattered to iron shards, which went everywhere. They cut both of them, and they fell down.

“Let me come.” Python insisted. “I am your friend.”

“I want no friends.” Cloak replied. “Nor do I deserve them.”
“Now go.” Cloak said fiercely. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Well then.” Python gave up. He could not save a man who did not wish to be saved. “Have this. Sorry I broke your crappy daggers.”
He threw the Longsword to the ground.
“And good luck surviving in a wasteland. Try searching the Algoria Remnants, they might have some equipment left in there.”
Python got on his horse. Farewell, He thought.
He then rode away into the horizon.

Cloak lifted the Longsword Python gave him. His name was written on the blade.
He forged it for me. He realized.
He took one last look at his old friend, and then turned.
Into the unknown.