//------------------------------// // Unity // Story: Today We Summon Unity! // by Chemtest //------------------------------// Brutus is sent flying as the sword crashes into his shield, sending him up against a wall. He looks up, and can hear footsteps slowly approaching. He holds up his spear, and grimaces as he feels the dark power begin to leave him. But the darkness within the room is broken as the doors are flung open. Light shatters through it, reflected off of gold. Keeser looks up from where he stands, sword in the air, ready to slay Brutus without his knowing. Brutus slides forward, slamming his spear into Keeser’s foot, and through it. Keeser growls, and knocks Brutus back into the wall. He tosses the spear in his foot aside, and turns to look at the two new fighters. Atreyos slams his spear down, “Keeser, justice has come!” Keeser reaches to his back, and draws a second sword. A curved one, not seen before by any of the three warriors. He slams his two blades together, and leans back, “Order shall prevail!” Keeser charges towards them, his kingly robes flying out from behind him. Atreyos blocks the first swing from the curved sword, allowing the other one to be blocked by Robin’s sword. He pushes Keeser back, and stabs towards him. Keeser steps back, right out of the spear’s reach. He reaches onto the spear, preparing to pull it away. But, before he can, he is distracted by an arrow, and forced to let go in order to catch it. He twirls around, throwing the arrow at Atreyos. Atreyos moves his head right out of the way, and once again stabs at Keeser. Robin launches another arrow at the same time, and distracts Keeser’s regular sword. Keeser twirls aside, getting Atreyos’s spear caught in his robes. He slashes, and cuts the arrow out of the air. Atreyos takes a step back, taking particular notice of how strong the materal in the robes just be made of. Enough to be cut, but not to be done so easily. Atreyos charges into Keeser, and pushes him back with his shield. Brutus charges from behind, wrapping his arms around Keeser. He grabs tight, spins, and throws Keeser against a nearby wall. Keeser loses grip of his regular sword as he is sent flying. He lands with his back against the wall, and is momentarily dazed. By the time he recovers from his daze, he finds himself stuck. An arrow has cut through his rope, and has gone right into the wall. He reaches over with his other hand, trying to free his arm. But, as the robes cross each other, Robin’s sword cuts through both of them. Keeser struggles, but his robes are too thick to be cut easily. He tries to walk away from the wall, only to find that similarly hard as a spear has pinned his leg robes to the wall as well. Kesser struggles to pull himself off, turning his head to Atreyos. Atreyos points a new spear at Keeser, the spear shining with a red glow. Atreyos narrows his eyes, “Die.” A beam of magic leaves the spear, lancing towards Keeser. Keeser draws back in fear, and claws at the blades in his robes. The beam of magic gets right in front of him. Then, something happens. The universe rips itself open, and the magic goes into an empty void instead of crashing into Keeser. Keeser looks ahead, the fear in his eyes slowly disappearing. Then, the same void magic rips the arrows, sword, and spear out of the wall, freeing Keeser. He smiles, and looks at Robin, now without a sword. He steps closer, only to begin screaming as his body burns in black fire. It turns anywhere it touches into dust and ash, quickly destroying Keeser. He rushes at Robin, and swings his curved sword at him. Even as his body is being turned into nothing, he fights on. The sword never hits Robin. A purple portal appears above Keeser, and a rock drops through it. The rock hits Keeser, and turns the rest of him to dust and ash. A fourth voice speaks up, “He’s gone, good.” Atreyos, and Robin look at him simultaneously. A man stands there, his own purple robes blowing in the nonexistent wind. The man looks at them, “King Atreyos, King Robin, I am Edis, God of Endings. I offer you the chance to not only help me, but to kill Keeser once and for all.” Robin smiles, “I think we just killed him pretty good.” Edis shakes his head, “No. Keeser might not be alive in this universe, but he shall soon enter another, more powerful than before. Come with me, and you shall have an adventure where you can hone your skills and get revenge.” Atreyos looks at the God, and shakes his head, “I am sorry, but we have no need to hone our skills or get revenge. Our people are free, and have suffered too long. I regret to say it, but we must stay here, and not help you.” Edis raises an eyebrow, “You are saying no? I don’t think you know what repercussions this might have on the entirety of the multiverse. No is not supposed to be a possible choice for you.” Atreyos places his spear down, “We must lead though, you understand. Sacrifices have been made... we can’t just abandon our people once again.” Finally, the last person in the room speaks up. Brutus crawls over, his injures catching up to him as he rejects the last of the dark power, “I can go, if my King will allow it.” Atreyos looks over at him, “Brutus? Who exactly is your King?” Brutus looks over at Atreyos, and bows, “I am sorry for what I did in the past, King Atreyos, my actions were unjustified and uncalled for. It seems clear that no Spearton should lead, except for one who can think.” Atreyos looks upon him, “Why do you want to go?” Brutus flinches, “Blueblood only got so far because of me, King Atreyos. I must pay for what I have done.” Edis nods, “He will be acceptable.” With a wave of his hand, Brutus disappears, “Good day, Atreyos.” ——— ”Y̵̸̵͓͖o̱̦̹͓̞͈̘̖u̴̜̞̗̫͎͉͜ ̬͖̕ą̵͔̳r̸͏̷͔̭̪̼̞̜͖̱e̡̪̲͈̺̪ ̸̷̻̺͚̻ẁ͚e̶̪̟̪̼a̰͔͉̯͚̲k̷̤̰̠̱͔̠,̵̳̟͟ ͏̯̬̺͙̻̗͖K̻̩̣̹͈̬͈ͅͅe̫͔͠e̱͕͈͍̝̤͙̗͞s̡̮̦̣̤e̹̰͈̯͖͟r̶͡҉̗̭̭͓̗.̴̮̭̪͉́ ̶̡̲̠̼̻́J̵̞̱͕o̼̝͈͚̲i̖̣̯̘͜n̡͢҉͎͈̺̜̥̤ ̛͖̲m̨̺̦̝̘̳͇̲͘e̷̳̖̮̮̩͡,̩̪̙̞̺̤̯͜͜ ̨̥͇̳͞à̲̗̝̟̖̣̝n̯͈̼̫͝ͅͅd̸̠̖̲̯̥̜̯͔ ̸̟̮̮ỵ̹̙̟̪̟̥̙͜o͙̹͍͡u̵̢̱̖̟̘ ͔̙͔̯̪̗s̛̠̙̭̝̜̮͜h͏̮͎͍͚̣a͏͏͉̲̫̙l̺̗̩̣̀l̛͏̮̫̙͚ ̥̲͉h̛͇̜̝̰̬̙̭͔͉a̸͉̻̲̺̝͉͇͇͘v̩̦̟̗̫͢͠e̮̙̗̯̱͓̬͓͢͠ͅ ̝̪̱̞͈p̮̩̳͕͔͇͚̬͔̀́ơ̙̹͜w͏̻͔̪͓̩͖̻̕ȩ̫̗͇͙̺̀̕r̴̪̲͔ ̸̗͇͖̺͎̮͢͜m̡̟̩̱̟̫̼͎o̷҉̬̭͚̟̞̥̬ŗ͏̱̳͕̫̻͕͓̥̗e̦̰͎̕͜ ̰ṯ͘h̰̥̰̮͠a̳͎n̢̳͇͠ ̸̺̯̝͖̗̭̺a̺͕̺̙̱̯͎n̴̰̥͡ͅy̵̯͕͍̩̮͡ ̶̬̦̤̭͍̱̦ͅI͘҉̫̞̙̖ń̠̣̳̘̯̮̭̗͢͞a̲͚̤̬͔̼͘ͅm̧͙̝̪͜o҉̸̼̥̺͖̼̟̜̭r̛͕͇̟̰̹̤t̢̫͍̱͉ḁ̖͎ṋ̴̘̳ ̣̜̗͠b̨͇̜̳̣̰̝̟͢ę̣̼̹f̝̞͜͡o̭͍̦̥r҉͇̖̭̝͔̙͎̟e̢̯̞̰͖̪ ̗͎y̧̹̘͎̰͓̯o͎̟u͕̮̼̬.̘̮͎͎̫̦̙ͅ” Keeser looks around the dark void, not seeing anything. But, within an instant, he nods, “I accept.” ”T̻͕͚͖͔͎̀ḥ̟́e̡̠̮͍͔̖͕̞̻̹͢ ̸̬̹̕͡C͏̞͇͇̹ơ̴̜̱͖̮̖͖̪ͅm͠҉̹b̷͈̠͎̙̕i̻̖͓̦̰͠͡n͖é̛̞͢ ̻̭͕̱̺͟͡Ḙ̸͈͈͔m̡͉͉͍̰̗̫͠p̛͚̣̦̼̳̬̦͇i̟͚͖̹ŕ̯͎͇̼͞e̵̴͔̪̹̫͖̲ ̹̞͉͘͟i̗̘̪̫̺̤̥͘ͅs̷͓̰̬̤̞̦͇̮͢͡ ҉̡͚̲̙͞n͎̳̻̘̱͚͜͟͠o̪̼̬̘͈͇̜̻͜t̶̮̥͙̥͔͘͢h̹i̴̳̜̙̜͕̮͈͠ͅņ̳̝͚̝͢g̤̟̠͡ ̷̩̭͙͘͜b͘͏͈̙̫̰̘͙ͅų̧͈̩̦̼̞̝t̶̰̥̱̻̀͡ ̷̗̖̳̺̯̼̲͢à̢͈̪̥͇̩͝ͅ ̢̧͚̻͖̼̬̗̱͎͎͡f̪̝̙̥͇͈͟͞e͏̬͟ẃ̩̯̹͉͢ ̗̱͡f̶͖̖͇̲̩̰̬̻e͏̧̖͔͢u̠̠͜d͚͖̫i̥̯̺͓̹͉̳̥͢n̰̱̬͍͎̳̩̦͜͢g҉̥̜͍̤͓̬̻́ ҉̯̫͓̠̖̹̞p̛̤̖̩͍̯͟͠l͓̬̖̱͙̤̰͉͝a̴̙̺̜̣̭n͎̖̭͎̭̖e҉͔̦͘t҉̴̜͇̮͓̭̮͘s̵̡̲͙͓̠̭ͅ ̴̭̲̥̠͍͝͞n̩̩̜ó̢̫͔w͍̹̝̤̬͠.͖͉͢ͅ ̧͇͘T͓̻h҉̝̠͎͚̻̰͎ͅe̛̩̟̝͔͟y̛̠͙͡ ̷͍͓̼ą̛̯͉̖̹̪̭͉͈r̳̞̻̥̫̯ḛ̵͉̹̦̩ ̮͈̫͍t̨͏͚̭̻̠̰̙͖̹o̥̖̼͈ ̸҉̙̦̥̩̙b̲̘̼͠͡e̛͕̫̮̬͝c̭̩̕͟ͅọ̼̭̀͢m͔̙̫͔è̢̪̮̗ ̝͓̬̻̹͚̞͙y̷̧̢̖͖̪̮͚o̸̼u̘͎̩̕r̞̗̟̩͕̮͎͘̕ͅs̴̤͕̞̖̟̩͞.̴͙̳͈̲̬̮̥ ̶̼̥̹̟T̰͉̬͉̼̪̞͚͟h̴͔̭̙̦͙͔͜e̛̯͙̜n̷͎̗̣̦̺̦,̟̼̪͈̙̭ͅ ҉̟͇̜͝y̼̤̝̟͔̜̞̕ͅo̢̡̯̻u̝̤̟̯ ̢͇̱̫̖̭̗̱͢ͅs̷̡̮̤̞̣̻̖h̥̘̹̮̰̖̠͟a̴̺̙̲̯̬ḷ͎̰̮̹͙̹̭ĺ͇̣ ̺̞̗͎͝g̜̦̜̮e͏̧҉͙̮̜̼̙̺̱̮ţ̮̼͍̱͠ ̡̥̼̺̣͚͚r̫͎̠̖̼̬͠͞e̟͎͘͟v̬̠̣͖̺̗̯͘͞ę̛̺̙̯͍͟n͚̠̦͜g̸̡̼̹ͅe̪̱̝͖͘͜͡ ̛̙͙̘̼̯o̧҉͙̫n̸̥̗̥̖͓̯ ̵̡̟͓̘t̢͙̲̟̘͘͝h̴̻̮̟ę̪̞́ͅ ͘҉͔̰̹S̸͏̟̫p̛̦̼̭͉̮̕e͏͏҉͕̼̣̯a͚͈̹͎͍̬͔̕r̨̰̭͎t̤͖͓̼̀͠ò̞͔͢n̫̫̼.̵̢͔̦̗̫̜̗̪ ̵̹̗͔͇̩͎͜” ——— Atreyos sits at a table, and takes off his bag. When he places it down, he hears a little cry come from inside. He reaches in, and takes out something. The Changeling foal, bawling it’s eyes out. Atreyos looks at it, and can obviously tell it is hungry. Atreyos places it on the table, only to see something clutched within it’s hooves. Atreyos slowly takes it, and looks at it. It’s a portrait of Harry, obviously younger, but still looking the exact same. Atreyos is also there, wearing oversized toy armor. Harry smiles, holding Atreyos up on his shoulders. It’s from before Atreyos could even develop memories, and something strikes him as odd. His mother died when he was three... so where is she in this picture? The changeling looks at Atreyos, “Mommy?” Atreyos widens his eyes, remembering his merciless slaughter. He looks at the changeling, finding more and more similarities between them. No mother, only a father... outcasts. Atreyos hugs the changeling close, and smiles, “Welcome home, Asta.” Asta opens her mouth, and begins to feed off the love coming from Atreyos. Given unconditionally, it is a lot more filling than normal love. Atreyos looks at the portrait on the table, Harry’s reassuring smile still passing through.