Arthion and his brother Feldor stand in front of each other.
The Ancient ones, who were once brothers. Now fighting each other.
-Why, brother? You were the Ancient one. you were supposed to guard us and protect us.-
-I did protect us. I did guard us. And look what happened to us. Isolated from the rest of the world, hidden in forests and caves. You've been hiding in a cave underwater for millennia, on your own. What did that do? What did that achieve? For millennia my eyes have been blinded by promises, treaties, lies!-
-This isn't you, brother! Something happened to you. Someone did this to you.-
-Oh, no brother. The veil from my eyes has finally been lifted. I see like I once did. Humans are cattle. We are the Pillars of Death and Life. They should bow to us. And they will bow to us. Join me brother, or fight me!-
-You leave me no choice, Feldor. I wish this day never come, even in my darkest dreams.-
And so the two brothers fight, equals in strength and Power.
The two blades, dirty with blood, the metal echoes in the air for miles.
Through the gusts of wind, Arthion sees a deep scar on Feldor's chest and he understands.
Someone took his brother's heart. Someone took his purity and replaced it with Darkness.
Mefistofel races to help his Ancient master, not sure which one.....
Ariel follows him, uncable of keep up with his speed.
-MASTER!- Mefistofel screams the name with all the voice he has left.
-WAIT!- Arthion's voice stops Mefistofel as he's about to fight his Master.
-It's not him! They took his heart out!-
Mefistofel looks at his Master, noticing the scar on his chest.
-I never needed it! I am free! I see clearly now! This is what I am. This is what we once were!.
Mefistofel. My longest serving disciple. My masterpiece. My heir to the Power!-
-Who did this to you. Those eyes! You are not my Master!-
The flying creatures scouting the sky. Not many dragons left. Only a few more. Only a few more.
The last one fell so heavily it shook the ground and everyone.
The battle is almost over, yet so far to be won.
Mefistofel is fighting with very little energy, his clothes are just rugs dirty with blood.
Arthion's once beautiful armour is missing its shoulders. Half of his chest piece is broken.
His magnificent sword doesn't shine, but reflects the crimson of its enemies blood.
Feldor's rage is reflected in his eyes, a mirror of thirst for blood and Death.
His fangs have dripped with the blood of his enemies.
As the battle diminishes, the remaining creatures left alive gather around Mefistofel and his companions to fight the final enemy.
Werewolves with claws.
Witches with Magic.
Humans with swords.
Although at first resistant to attack their old Master, it is obvious that the one before them wasn't their Ancient one anymore. It was nothing but a beast with fangs.
The werewolves charge first, their claws are as sharp as Feldor's. They penetrate skin like butter.
His injury regenerates fast. They have to attack quickly at once, not give him the time to heal.
Easier said than done. All the blood around those fields is helping Feldor regenerates.
Death brings Life.
From far away, the second in command of the winged creatures is watching. Angry, tired, scared for her lover, crying tears of blood.
"This has to stop!"
She tears a spear out of a dragon heart, still dripping with blood.
Lifting it above her shoulder, she takes aim.
It's impossible for a human eye to take that kind of aim. But not for her.
Their eyes are built for darkness, hunting and killing.
Her crimson eyes are fixed onto Feldor.
Aiming.
His face.
His eyes.
His chest.
Waiting for an opening. Only one shot.
NOW!
The spear flies in the air like a bullet.
Flying through all creatures, all fighting one another.
Passing very close to eyes and skulls, but there's only one target. One chest she has to crush.
An invisible man grabs Feldor, throwing him back a few yards, thrown by a dragon spear that pierces his chest through his body, exiting his back and impaling him onto a rock. The impact is so strong that the rock cracks, doesn't shatter, and the ground shakes.
It takes Feldor few seconds to realise what just happened. As he struggles to break free, his bloody eyes fall onto the spear going through his chest. His mouth is dripping black blood, his bony fingers try to push the spear out, at no avail.
All those around him are frozen, staring at the dying creatures.
The winged creature looks back at his companion, from afar his eagle eyes can see her smiling.
Mefistofel takes a few seconds to realise what happened.
His Master is now impaled into a rock, black blood dripping from his mouth.
He's mumbling Magic words, impossible to understand.
Mefistofel walks towards his Master once again, his sword is low, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow.
Arthion follows Mefistofel slowly, his eyes also filled with pain for his brother.
"Mefistofel........"
Now standing in front of his Master, Mefistofel travels back in time with his memories.
His noble master taught him everything about Magic, about being truthful to his own nature. Telling him the stories of The pillars of Light and Darkness. Teaching him how to fight, how to hunt, how to feed without hurting humans. Always calm and noble, never fighting without a reason. Never killing without a reason.
The love he could feel towards Celandra, his kindness and his nobility.
The centuries or the millennia spent together, like father and son.
He was dying in front of his eyes.
Does he deserve it? Can he be saved? Who did this to him?
-Tell me who did this to you. Who took your heart?-
Feldor's mouth, dripping with blood, was an incomprehensive mutter. Still trying to pull the spear out of his chest, the look upon Mefistofel is nothing more than rage.
Mefistofel kneels down to look at his Master in his eyes, trying to see deep into his soul, if it was still there.
Ariel looks upon her lover, her heart breaking for him.
Mefistofel's hand wrapped around Feldor's neck. So slowly and so tightly.
His face is getting closer, his mouth is opening, revealing his hidden fangs.
"Forgive me. Master".
His fangs sink deep into Feldor's throat. His memory flows with his blood. Mefistofel can see through his existence.
Being the Pillar of Life. Being cast and cursed. Finding the beautiful witch Celandra. Being in love for centuries. Fighting all the wars over the millennia. Bringing Mefistofel and his brothers back from Darkness. Worshipped by his children, hiding into caves and forests for centuries.
His demise, his burial. The cave. His heart was stolen. He saw it all.
Millennia of memories flowing into Mefistofel's blood. Burning him into the core. Too much for his system. Not powerful enough to control that kind of Power.
Fighting the fire in his blood, Mefistofel falls on the floor. His body and soul fighting the invader, twisting and twitching every fiber of his muscles. His screams of pain hurt the ears of both humans and beasts.
Ariels runs to her lover, holding his face in her hands, whispering words of Magic.
Mefistofel's eyes are crimson with blood. His fangs are exposed and threatening. Ariel is not afraid.
"Look at me, my love. Look at my eyes. You know who I am. You know who we are."
She looks at his crimson eyes with love and care, his fangs and beastly features are slowly relaxing and changing back to the handsome warrior she's always loved. His bony fingers, wrapped around her arms, slowly let go of the tight grip, without noticing the marks they leave.
-My beautiful...... Ariel-
Ariel smiles so lovingly to her lover.
Her smile, mixed with her scars, make her so beautiful to the eyes of his lover.
Mefistofel grabs Ariel's hand and gets up, helping her up with him. He wraps his arm around her waist. He looks around, at everything and everyone. He sees what other creatures cannot.
His eyes have changed colour. They're brighter, wiser. Deep with centuries.
He turns around to check what happened to his master. The spear is still stuck in the rock. Dirty with blood. Only dust remains.
-I know now. I know everything!-
