Requiem Of A Failed Hero



The dragon was mighty. When Raith first entered the palace, he had tried to measure the distance between the floor and the ceiling, it was because of how massively tall the pillars were. 

But seeing the dragon's head graze through the chandeliers and shatter everything made him realize how tall it was. And it also made him happy. 

'Then this will be an easy fight' 

Raith said and leaned forward getting ready to fight. 

"Master, is there a plan?" 

Jarvis asked that. And Raith was surprised to his core. None of his death soldiers have ever asked a question like that. 

He smirked and answered:

"Looks like you are a different breed from the rest, yes there is a plan. And the plan is to break this place and drive the dragon out." 

"Leave that to me and him..." Jarvis's gaze fell on the silent hulking figure standing in front of them, muscled to the frame. But the body is pitch black like the night itself. 

Jarvis sounded reassuring and it was what Raith had always wanted. 

"My king! I shall maul right through the monster and–

"Shut up Ant"

"Yes, My king."

Antares seem to shrink with sadness. 

"Antares and I and Kortopi shall support you from behind."

"Nice plan Crimson," Raith said without looking at him. 

But he turned his face to the sad Antares and stuck his tongue out proudly who snarled at him silently.

"Noir, help Rogue and Jarvis."

"Yes, my lord."

The wyvern bowed his head slightly, even though it was fearful just a minute ago, his voice was rigid and unquaking. 

Wham! 

Jarvis shifted to the front so swiftly that it was like he disappeared and appeared in the air. So did Rogue but his flight left a crack on the ground which meant if it was to be compared to Jarvis's, it had more power. 

Raith watched proudly and the two of them soared into the air...

'Who would have ever thought I would have powerful minions like this' 

Raith was proud of himself and proud of them, although slightly felt pressured by their explosive strength and he watched them exchange deafening blows with the dragons.

Especially, Jarvis, there was such a large difference between his strike now that he had upgraded to the next rank. It was amazing. 

Raith found himself evaluating his skills...

'Would I have been able to maneuver such strikes the way he did?'

A lot more questions rose inside of him the more he watched them sift through the air, jumping from pillar to pillar, leaving cracks on each pillar and in some cases shattering them to bit. 

He wondered if he was always making the right decision leaving fights to them when they were already so strong. 

'...I shouldn't be self-centered. They deserve a chance to grow too.' He said inwardly and watched them, trying to get rid of every uneasiness he was feeling. 

-Thud!- 

The next, Jarvis was slammed into the ground causing a crater to carve out of the ground. Rogue also followed, but landed safely and shot right back into the air. 

He wielded two axes and was very handful with it. His strikes this time consisted of a spinning strike on the dragon's neck. The strike was explosive and made the dragon stumble one step–She rerouted her head and rammed right into Rogue sending him through several pillars. 

Jarvis appeared in her view with his greatsword and threatening white aura. 

-Wham!- 

-wham!!-

-whish!!-

Every strike went past the dragon with ease, Jarvis was sharp and swift but none of his attacks landed. 

Before the dragon's talons could slash at him, he took a recess and landed safely on the ground, stabbing his sword into the ground to control his landing force. 

By this time Rogue was gliding through the air right back at the dragon whose mouth was wide open towards Jarvis's direction. 

Glowing molecules gathered around the tip of its mouth but before it could gather more–Rogue with all its power smashed into a side of its head, disrupting whatever it was trying to do and causing it to stumble more than two steps. 

Seeing that opening Noir clasped its razor teeth around the beast's wings, biting hard and causing the dragon to let out a painful roar. 

Raith breezed into the air, twirling as he reached above Noir. With a spinning strike, his sword came down on the wing severing it to two and causing a more painful strike from the beast. 

It wanted to turn its attention to Raith but a mad ant appeared right in front of it, unlike the others, it could float. 

"Die" 

In a split second Antares drew several intercepting slashes that covered the whole air and grazed across the dragon's skin. It was minimal damage considering the power it out into that force. 

Antares snarled and went harder, bypassing the dragon's gnash and stabbing his claws right into its nape where it couldn't reach then he began to pull the strike while running down the dragon's neck. 

Three horrible lines of blood elongated down the dragon's neck as Antares went further but was intercepted by ice cones that suddenly grew out of the dragon's body. Stabbing right through him. 

Raith not minding that Antares had been had, flung out of the dragon's coming forelimb, but that exposed him to its chest. With a spinning momentum, he slashed at the chest but before his sword could cleave, the dragon blocked with its talons.

A mighty force exploded and caused him to be sent crashing to the ground, he tumbled and hurtled back to his feet. 

-Thud!- 

-Thud- 

-Thud- 

All of them landed.

"My liege, I am curious about something."

"What is it?" 

"If the plan was to make it leave this place, was it the right call to slash one of its wings? My knowledge in this situation fails me." 

"See Jarvis, with what we did, it will realize that it can't take on us in here."

'It was a spontaneous moment, I saw an opening and I took it...'

Raith gulped, hoping his words did not disappoint the death soldier who was looking at him with so much respect. He had never cared about people's views about him, he just always did what he wanted to do. 

But things were looking like they were about to change and somewhere within himself, he feared if he would be able to measure up to their high expectations of him. 

-whoooom!-

The dragon's leg slowly began to leave the ground, and with only one fluttering wing, it rose slowly into the air crashing right through the roof.