Team Darkoss: Rise of a Dark Lord

Gallahon fell from the sky and into a hay stack. He got up on his feet and observed his surroundings. He did not know where he was but he was not in Windfall, that part he knew. This land was new to him. All he could see was plain and trees covered in fog. He walked on ward in hopes to learn better where exactly he was.

“Where the Hell am I?” he questioned himself. “What is this strange new land?” Gallahon wondered the plains. Only more trees and fog lead the way forward. He noticed there were giant stones covered with some sort of weird writing in scripted onto them. Weird ancient writing for which Gallahon had never seen before. Gallahon got a closer look at the stones.

“Strange writing. I wonder what they say and who wrote them.” Gallahon turned back, but when he turned, a spear was pointing right at him. The spear was held by a man covered in chain mail and steel made armor. More men on horseback came and surrounded Gallahon with their spears pointed at him.

“What business have you in these lands outlander?” One of the men asked. “Speak!” Gallahon spoke.

“I am not here to fight. I am Gallahon Darkoss. Tell me where I am.”

“You are in the Norse lands Sir Darkoss.” Gallahon was in awestruck.

“The Norse lands? Please forgive me but I do not know what I am doing here. I am lost.”

“Ah, a little far from home aren’t cha lad? Well come with us and we will send you home.” Gallahon had no choice but to trust these people. For he was a stranger to this land and did not know how to get back to Windfall. But as Gallahon approached the man, he pulled out a pair of iron cuffs and clamped them onto his wrists.

“Am I under arrest?” asked he. “What for?”

“For the practice of witch craft.”

“Witch craft…?” Gallahon was confused.

“Yes. You fell out of the sky, did you not? Answer me damn it!” Gallahon look up at him.

“It’s kind of hard to explain, but I did fall from the sky. I fell from another realm but I assure you I am no witch.”

“We’ll see about that.” Gallahon walked as the men rode on the horses in the front and back of him to make sure he does not try to escape. The men had taken Gallahon to their village. They’ve past a large wall made of sticks and wood which stood tall and guarded the village in all directions. Within the village stood huts and strange buildings Gallahon had never seen constructed before. There stood a long hut which these people called the Great Meade hall. All of the people looked dirty. Some old, some young and some in between.

Finally, at the far end of the entire thing stood a large stone castle like structure. The men had taken Gallahon into the castle structure and into the castle’s dungeon where they chained Gallahon up against the wall. As soon as the men left, Gallahon looked at his surroundings. There, chained to the walls beside him were his sister Nina and Trenton.

“Can you guys hear me?” Trenton opened his elf eyes and looked over.

“Gallahon! Nina wake up, look who it is.”

“Brother!” She shouted with cheer. “We’ve been so worried about you. Weren’t we Trenton?” Trenton nodded.

“It is good to see you in one piece my friend.”

“Yes. Not even the realm of darkness could hold me.” Gallahon looked up at his bound wrists and back. “So tell me, why are we imprisoned? And how did you two get here?”

“We came by boat as soon as we learned of the location of the six crusaders.” Spoke Trenton. “We are imprisoned here until their king gets back and figures out what to do with us.” Just a few hours had past until the people’s king came back to the castle.

“Ah, it is good to be home after this day.” Said he with a thunderous voice. The king stood taller than any man or woman. He stood a good seven feet tall and the ground quaked a little with every step he took. Covered in chain mail and light golden armor. He removed his helmet which had horns on each side of the helmet.

“Mi. lord, you’re back.” said the men as they bowed. “We have new prisoner’s mi lord.”

“Prisoner’s eh? What were their crimes?” The two men looked at each other.

“We’re not really sure mi lord. Witch craft maybe. We were holding them down in the dungeon until you’re return and figure out what we should do with these outlanders.”

“Outlanders?” Said a voice from behind them. He spoke in a kind of a sinister and grumpy voice. The voice belongs to that of a man with long, dark blonde hair. He appeared to be much older than the king himself.

“Valkyrie.” The men bowed before him for Valkyrie was the king’s brother.

“If these so call outlanders are here, they must’ve been looking for something. Or someone. What say you my brother?” The king pondered.

“Bring the prisoner’s forth.” Said the king as he walked to his throne.

“As you command mi lord.” There, beside the king stood an empty chair. A woman came before the king.

“Husband, you’re back.”

“Astrithr, my beautiful wife. I am glad to see you.” She kissed the king and sat in the chair beside him. Valkyrie looked at them both in the most annoyed look. Gallahon, Trenton and Nina waited there in the dungeon still chained up to the wall. Trenton turned to Gallahon.

“Hey, I’m hungry.” Gallahon looked and just starred at Trenton. Than he looked back in front of him. The guards entered the room and appeared in front of them.

“Prisoners. Our king wishes to speak with you.” The guards unchained them from the walls. The guards took the prisoners out of the dungeons and took them before the king.

“Mi. lord. These are the prisoners we caught in your absence.” The king looked at the prisoners before him. He noticed the elf known as Trenton.

“Wait! I know this one.” Said the king. The king got up from his chair to get a better look at Trenton. “HA! It is you, by Odin!” The king picked Trenton up and hugged him. “Trenton my lad! I haven’t seen you in ages! My, how you’ve grown.” The king put Trenton down as Gallahon and Nina looked at each other.

“You must be very popular.” Gallahon told Trenton.

“Timothious. It has been far too long my friend.”

“Release them!” Commanded Timothious. The guards did as requested and removed the bonds from their wrists. “I haven’t seen you since I helped you slay that Snow Ogre.” Gallahon and Nina looked curious. They wanted to know what they were talking about.

“Snow Ogre…?” Asked Gallahon. He had never heard of such a thing.

“Yes.” Trenton turned to Gallahon. “Even I didn’t know Snow Ogre’s existed until I had to fight off one. Apparently, they are very rare creatures and only live up in the North lands. Let me tell you about that.” As Trenton told them his story, Gallahon and Nina took a seat around the fire pit that was in fact in the middle of Timothious’s throne room. “This was back before I came to Windfall. Back when I was still in Middle-Earth.”

“Middle-Earth?” Questioned Nina.

“Yes. Middle-Earth is where I was born.”

“Why did you leave Middle-Earth?” Asked Gallahon.

“There were…” Trenton paused for a moment. “…Complications with my family. I don’t want to talk about it. Anyway, the Snow Ogre I was fighting, it was unlike anything I’ve seen before. He stood over ten feet tall. It did not use a mace or sword or even its bare hands to fight. But a tree trunk….” As Trenton went on telling his story of how he and Timothious met, Timothious sat in his throne, listening to the story that was being told.

Back in the lands of Middle-Earth, Trenton was training with the elves to become a great warrior like his father once was. Trenton was only eleven years old then. The young Trenton was surrounded by elf warriors plus his father.

“You have proved you are becoming a cunning young warrior Trenton.” Said one of the elves. “But you’re training does not stop here. We have but one last test for you to pass.” Trenton listened on. “There is a rare and ramped Snow Ogre on the loose in the North lands. The Ogre’s name is Snarlock Pale Eye. He has been wreaking havoc and attacking caravans. Be very cautious of this creature Trenton. This is your final test.”

“I shall be on my way mi lords.” Trenton said only that and left to begin his haunt. He had to travel far, over mountains and streams. His father wasn’t worried though about the test the elves had put before Trenton. For Mordark Elvinwood had never quite seen such a skilled warrior as his son was turning out to be. By nightfall, Trenton had finally made it to his destination. There stood the Snow Ogre, Snarlock Pale Eye, sitting there eating meat off the bone of his victims. Trenton unsheathed his swords and charged at the creature. The Ogre saw Trenton coming just in time and bashed Trenton in the face. The Ogre grabbed its tree trunk and walked over to Trenton. As the Ogre threw its tree trunk down, trying to squash him, Trenton rolled aside, cutting the Ogre’s leg in the process. Trenton got up and prepared himself for combat. As the Ogre threw his tree trunk down at Trenton, he jumped back trying hard not be hit by that trunk.

As Trenton circled around the beast, Trenton ran towards it and slide under its legs while avoiding from being crushed by the tree trunk. The Ogre turned and swung hard, but missed Trenton horribly. The Ogre came charging in like a bull towards Trenton. Trenton avoided from being impaled by the sharp horns on the Ogre’s head. The Ogre swung his tree trunk left and right, but Trenton just kept avoiding. Trenton ran and sliced the Ogre’s side. The Ogre covered its wound just for a moment. As Trenton came at Snarlock again, Snarlock swung hard but Trenton ducked and head butted the Ogre in the chin. Snarlock stumbled back. As Trenton ran towards Snarlock again, the Ogre managed to catch Trenton by the throat.

As Snarlock held Trenton’s neck with its bloody hand, Trenton tried hard to break the Ogre’s grip but could not. Trenton thought he was going to die, but a man came just in the nick of time and severed Snarlock’s hand. Trenton dropped and got back up on his feet. The man that had just saved him from certain death stood about seven feet tall. The seven-foot man then shoulder rushed Snarlock, knocking the Ogre off balance. As Snarlock stumbled back, Trenton rushed over and slide under the creature’s legs, cutting the tendons behind its knees. As Snarlock fell to his knees, the seven-foot man grabbed Snarlock’s horns, yanking its head back as Trenton came up to it and sliced Snarlock’s throat.

The man let go of the Ogre’s head as Snarlock’s lifeless body fell to the ground dead. Trenton looked at the man.

“I didn’t need your help, I had it under control.”

“Really?” Replied the man. “That’s not what it looked like from where I was standing.” Trenton looked up at the man.

“Look, I appreciate your help, but it was my test.”

“Oh, forgive me. I didn’t mean to interfere with your test of strength.”

“It’s alright. I must get back home.”

“Timothious is my name by the way little elf.” Said the seven-foot man. As Trenton walked, he stopped and looked at him.

“Trenton. Trenton Elvinwood is mine. I hope our paths cross again someday.”

“I’m sure it will my new elf friend.” Trenton sheathed his swords and went onward back home.

“But, when I got back home….” Trenton told Gallahon and Nina. Trenton paused for a moment of silence. “…When I got home, it was…. A massacre. Bodies of the elf elders were…. Everywhere. There was blood. Blood and body parts everywhere. I couldn’t believe my elf eyes for what happened while I was gone. One of the elf elders that was still alive muttered something to me. He said that…. My father did it. That he had gone mad and just started killing everyone. Of course I didn’t believe him at first. But then my father, Mordark, came up to the dying man and impaled him right in front of me. I was scared.

“I could tell he wanted to kill me too from the look in his eyes. I couldn’t face him back then. I loved my father. I still can’t believe he murdered all those people in cold blood, even my mother. His own wife. He was once a hero to my people. But, something must’ve got to him. Something that drove him mad, to do such terrible things like that. I ran. I ran as far as I could, trying to get away from my father. Luckily, Timothious had found me. I told him what happened and he helped me to escape. That’s why I came to Windfall.” Gallahon and Nina grieved at Trenton’s sad tale. Timothious stood up.

“Trenton.” Said he. “I am sadden every time I hear that story. I feel your pain; no child should have to witness something like that.”

“Thank you.” Said Trenton. “Oh and by the way. What did you do with Snarlock’s body?”

“Oh, I took his head and mounted it on my wall, see?” Timothious pointed upward and surely enough, there was the head of the Snow Ogre himself mounted on the wall behind his throne.