Forgery of a Legend

Jahn jumped off the mole and unsheathed his sword from his waist. He cleared his mind and strengthened his conviction. He was going to win this battle at any cost.

"Mole, you and your kind, go flank her from behind and at the sides. Whilst you get her attention, I will attack from the front."

Jahn spoke in his mind as to not alert the mad witch in front of him. Jahn looked towards the mole and nodded, he then waited until they attacked the witch, she shifted her attention from Leon to them.

The moles clawed at her and even spewed fireballs from their mouths.

Jahn used the split second that she was distracted for and channelled essence to feet and legs, he flew towards her, he gripped his sword with all his strength and twisted his back to the left.

He held his sword down to his waist and then thrusted at her with all the might he could muster. She looked at him in shock and smiled.

There were many layers of protective spells around her, Jahn managed to break them all but his attack did not harm her in any way. 

Jahn leapt back to avoid any sudden spells. The moles used the chance that Jahn had given them to claw and unleash all sorts of attacks at the witch.

The witch lit one mole on flames and it's fur caught fire, it thrashed about wailing in pain and agony.

Jahn could smell the flesh burning and nearly threw up on the battlefield, but he had to swallow it otherwise the witch would not hesitate to finish him off.

Jahn looked at her and began channelling essence in his arms and hands. He wanted to be the one to finish her off. She was clearly the cause of all the chaos.

He bolted at her once again but before he could get close, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. He fell to the floor and his head continued to throb.

"Argh! Where were you?!!"

"I was busy dealing with the stronger ones"

A tall lanky man stood atop Jahn and conversed with the silvery haired witch. The moles continued to attack but when the man showed up they quickly burrowed underground.

Only the chief stayed. Willing to sacrifice it's own life, it was ready to battle to the death with the damned witch. Jahn looked at the mole and spoke from his mind,

"Escape!! You'll die for no reason!"

Jahn pleaded with the mole but it's eyes remained steeled on the witch. The man stepped forwards, in front of the witch. He assumed a defensive position and put his left leg before his right. He raised his arms and displayed his sword,

"Leave or DIE. It's up to you."

The man spoke, the chief mole burrowed underground, Jahn was relived. He didn't want to see anyone die with his own eyes, it was to much for him to handle.

The ground shook behind the man, the mole exploded out of the ground and clawed at the witch princess who seemed to lower her guard, 

"AHHH!"

She shrieked in pain.

The man spun around and cut the chief mole in half. The mole didn't stop there, with it's last breath, it produced a flame spell and luckily managed to pass into the man's visor.

The man didn't moan or groan, he turned around to check on the witch princess.

"Your Greatness are you okay?!"

The witch princess glared at the man and smacked him across the helmet. 

"You're supposed to protect me!!"

The man stood there in silence before turning around.

Jahn watched as the mole was cut into half, his heart was pounding so much it was going to escape his chest. Jahn's thoughts were a mess, his vision blurry and most of all he frustrated.

He glared at the lanky man in armour with hate. Heavy winds blew in their direction.

Jahn got up and his vision was still blurry but is eyes remained on the man.

The wind sped up and the trees and charred grass flew around them, the sky turned grey and lightening struck many times.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Thunder rumbled and Jahn continued to glare. The duo in front of Jahn, looked at him with confusion and they both looked at each other and nodded.

Jahn saw darkness.

The duo struggled to fight 'Jahn'. He gripped his sword and performed a simple slash.

The battlefield was left with a deep scar and a small trench formed. The lanky knight pushed the witch princess out of the way and as he did, the dooming attack came down on him.

He saw his right arm fly off, blood spewed out of what was left of his arm and soil was nourished with crimson drops of blood. 'Jahn' didn't stop there and hurled at the witch princess and jabbed at her head.

She poured all her essence into barriers and white spherical hues formed around her. 'Jahn' cut through it with no ease, a fountain of blood gushed from the neck of the silver haired witch.

"NOOOOO!"

The lanky knight came running at Jahn and stabbed at him with his left hand, Jahn dodged and slashed at his other arm. The knight slumped to the ground and trembled with pain. 'Jahn' raised his sword and...

Fainted. 'Jahn' collapsed on the ground. The knight looked at Jahn's body, unconscious and free for the kill. The knight struggled to his feet, he had to avenge the princess, a hero during death. A Legend.

Leon watched as Jahn dropped to the floor, his face twisted in anger and his eyes full of vengeance.

But he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, he had to kill the knight before he killed Jahn.

Leon struggled to get up, his body was bombarded by shocks of pain, his breathing was rough and strained but he had to get his get back at the witch and kill her ally.

The knight crawled at the sword with vigour, he bit at the sword and held it in his mouth.

He crawled, tiring out his legs, at Jahn, he climbed atop him and tried to stab him in the neck but he was oriented awkwardly.

He shifted to an angle and pulled his neck back and threw his head at Jahn, but he could see the sky.

It was clearing up, the grey clouds scurried away, patches of blue could be seen. The birds flocked around one another. He felt the tears coming out his eyes and his eyelids grew heavy.

Leon used his remaining strength to prop himself against a tree and lost consciousness. 

***

The sky was clear blue and the grass swayed as the wind blew it in all sorts of directions. Jahn was standing in the middle of this beautiful scene, the flowers danced back and forth, the many vibrant colours soothed Jahn's eyes.

He saw a man and woman, smiling and laughing in joy as they held a child. The man was burly and massive, he exuded a terrifying aura but now he seemed like a playful bear.

The woman seemed to like a flower, she didn't seem aggressive like the man but she also had a scary side to her, but she was like mother nature as she held her child. Jahn watched the scene as he remembered his wife and kids. 

Jahn groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Jolts of pain swam in his body as if he was a glass that broke into pieces.

He looked around and saw a lot of men in bandages moaning in pain, some were wrapped into cloths and being taken out.

The place smelled like dung, it was large and filled with beds, each bed occupied a man, women and men scurried all over the place, tending to each man and his pain.

Jahn lay in his bed and thought about his life after this, he was finally able to see his kids and wife. He smiled in anticipation, how long had it been since he last held them? Heck seen them? Jahn closed his eyes and remembered the good times.

***

In a noble hall, sat one man on his regal throne. His face resting on his hand, he sat in darkness and waited for the outcome of the Conquest of the De-Kleins.

He needed more land, he needed more power but he himself was unable to fight in such small battles.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Enter."

The King spoke from his seat.

"HAIL Your Highness!"

The man gave hail to King and gave him the report of the war,

"Ezra Bonerparte was killed in action and so was Henty, her royal guard!"

The man finished his report and nimbly escaped before he could experience the wrath of the King.

The King heard that his daughter was dead but he didn't care. He had already lost her mother, the one and only love of his life, his hands trembled in anger but he soon calmed down. He had expected this but he had a backup plan. 

"Jahn Frier, HAHAHA"

The King laughed at the culprit of his daughter's murderer, of all people it had to be him.

He sat upright and grieved his loss and then quickly switched his focus back to Jahn. He never knew he could be so lucky.

"Time to get to work."

The King muttered to himself and began writing on a piece of parchment.