All Chapters of Scar: Chapter 11
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When heroes falls
Wind howled around Marco, sand stinging his eyes. He squinted, raising his arm for protection. Suddenly, the wind died down, leaving an eerie silence.Marco stood at the edge of an abyss, staring into darkness. A figure emerged from the shadows – his dark self.Marco, we meet again. What a pleasant surprise, his dark self said, a sly grin spreading across his face.What are you doing here? Marco asked, wary.I am here because you are here, his dark self replied. You are about to face something tremendously dark.But... I don't want to do anything like that, Marco protested. I'm supposed to face the Trial of Wisdom and receive the Crest of Wisdom. What's supposed to be dark about that?His dark self chuckled.Let me show you.He raised his hand, and an illusion appeared before them. Marco's eyes widened in horror at the image.This... this is what you're supposed to face, his dark self said, his grin growing wider.The illusion showed Marco standing in a desolate landscape, sur
the courage to carry on
Marco lay in bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He had no desire to do anything, no desire to face another trial , no desire to be a hero . Fear of what might happen or what he might see had paralyzed him.The Ancient One sensed the hero's spirit dying.He entered Marco's room, his eyes filled with concern.Marco... you must not give up. The trials are not meant to break you, but to test your strength.Marco turned away, his voice barely above a whisper.I'm not strong. I'm just a killer with a fancy name.The Ancient One sat beside him, his hand reaching for Marco's heart. But he hesitated, not touching it.You have a good soul, Marco. I have seen it in your actions, in the way you care for those around you. Do not let the trials make you forget that.Marco looked up at the old man, surprise in his eyes.You really believe that?The Ancient One nodded.I do, Marco. I have watched you since the day you arrived. You have a heart that is pure and strong. Do not let
heart of a hero
Marco stood outside the Ancient One's door , his heart pounding in his chest. He had said goodbye to Sophia, Nana, and the others, promising to return victorious. The Ancient One opened the door, his eyes serious. Are you prepared, Marco Valenti? Marco nodded, his voice firm. I'm ready. The Ancient One stepped aside, allowing Marco to enter. The chamber was dark, lit only by a few candles. The air was thick with the scent of incense. The Trial of Power awaits you, the Ancient One said. But first, you must face your greatest fear. Suddenly, the chamber began to shake. The candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Marco stumbled, catching himself on the wall. What's happening? he asked, fear creeping into his voice. The Ancient One's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. scar dark side is coming for you, Marco. Are you prepared to face it? The chamber shook violently, and Marco struggled to stay on his feet. The Ancient
hope triumph
The night of the third trial arrived, and Marco stood outside the Ancient One's chamber, his heart pounding in his chest. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape, and the air was filled with an otherworldly energy. The Ancient One appeared beside him, his eyes gleaming with intensity. Are you prepared, Marco Valenti? he asked, his voice low and mysterious. Marco nodded, his voice firm. I'm ready. The Ancient One nodded, then stepped aside, revealing a glowing portal behind him. The Trial of Power awaits you, he said. May the gods guide you. Marco took a deep breath, then stepped through the portal. He felt a rush of energy, and suddenly found himself in a vast, moonlit arena. The air was filled with the sound of cheering crowds, and Marco saw that he was surrounded by thousands of people – all of them cheering for him. But as he looked closer, Marco realized that something was off. The people in the crowd weren't quite... human. Their faces were twisted, th
A deal with the unknown
Marco stood before the Ancient One, the Crest of Power glowing brightly in his hand. I've done it, he said, a sense of pride and accomplishment in his voice. I've completed the trials. The Ancient One smiled, his eyes warm with approval. Well done, Marco Valenti. You have proven yourself worthy. Now, what would you like to do next? Marco thought for a moment before responding. I'd like to spend the day in the city, he said. See the sights, enjoy the view. I've been so focused on the trials, I haven't had a chance to relax. The Ancient One nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. A wise decision, young one. You have earned a day of leisure. The city is just through that portal. Enjoy your day. Marco walked through the bustling streets of New York City, taking in the sights and sounds of the concrete jungle. He had been here a thousand time , and he his always struck by its energy and vibrancy. He strolled through Central Park, enjoying the cool breeze and the s
captive
Marco sat on the bench, lost in thought. The night air was cool and calm, and the city was quiet around him. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows.The stranger from earlier stood before him, a knowing smile on his face.I see you've made your decision, he said, his voice low and gravelly.Marco stood up, his eyes narrowing.I won't give up Scar, he said firmly. We're one, and I won't need your potion.The stranger chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound.I knew you'd say that, he said, reaching into his pocket. You're just like all the others, so predictable.Marco's eyes widened as the stranger blew a cloud of white powder into his face. He tried to step back, but his legs felt heavy, his mind cloudy.What... what did you do? Marco slurred, his voice barely audible.The stranger smiled again, his eyes glinting with malice.Just a little something to help you sleep, he said, catching Marco as he fell. Don't worry, you'll wake up soon enough.Marco felt himself being dragged to
The ritual looms
The Ancient One paced back and forth on the mountain, his brow furrowed with worry.It's been five days, he said, his voice laced with concern. We can't find Marco anywhere. What are we going to do?Aria stood beside him, her eyes closed as she focused on her magic.I've tried reaching out to him, she said, her voice soft. But I sense nothing. It's as if he's been erased from existence.The Ancient One stopped pacing, his eyes wide with alarm.Erased from existence? he repeated. What do you mean?Aria opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the Ancient One's.I mean that Marco's energy is gone, she said. Vanished. It's as if he never existed in the first place.The Ancient One's face went pale, his eyes filled with fear.This is dark magic, he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The work of the people he took captive . We must find Marco, before it's too late.Marco hung from the beam, his body weak and tired. He called out for help, his voice hoarse from shouting.Pleas
The deal
Marco and Kila were left alone in the room, their wrists and ankles bound by ropes. Marco looked over at Kila, who was staring at the wall with a fierce determination in her eyes.What are we going to do? Marco asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Kila turned to him, a hint of a smile on her face.I have a plan, she said. But we need to wait until the right moment to strike.Marco nodded, trust in her eyes.What is it? he asked, his curiosity piqued.kila glanced at the door, ensuring they were still alone.I've been studying the symbol on the floor, she said. The one that's blocking your power. I think I can disable it, but I need your help.Marco's eyes widened, hope rising in his chest.How? he asked, his voice filled with urgency.kila smiled again, her eyes glinting with mischief.Leave that to me, she said. Just be ready to act when the time comes.Marco nodded, determination in his eyes.I'll be ready, he said. Just tell me when.Kila smiled, a fierce glint in her e
death under the moonlight
Marco stood in the center of the symbol, the bright red moon hanging low in the sky above him. He was surrounded by Ryder and his crew, each one standing at a point of the symbol.Ryder began to chant, his voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. The others joined in, their voices blending together in a dark incantation.Marco felt a surge of energy building up inside him, and he knew that he had to act fast. But before he could do anything, a figure appeared at the edge of the clearing.It was kila . Marco's eyes widened in shock, and he thought to himself, What is she doing here? Is she here to betray me again?What is her mission?But before he could react, kila gave him a sign. It was a small gesture, almost imperceptible. But Marco caught it, and he knew what he had to do.Kila suddenly performed some kind of magic, causing a bright light to flash in the eyes of Ryder and his crew. The distraction was just what Marco needed.Now! Marco thought to himself. It's now
The journey begins
Ryder dragged Marco back to the ritual ground, throwing him into the middle of the six-cornered symbol. Marco landed hard on the ground, his body sore and bruised from the battle.Ryder looked up at the blood moon, his eyes gleaming with excitement.It isn't over yet, he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.Ryder called his six crew members back, and they quickly returned to their positions around the symbol. Luna, Owen, Olivia, Dylan, and the two others stood at each corner, their eyes fixed on Marco.Let's begin, Ryder said, his voice echoing through the night air.The crew members nodded, raising their hands to the moon. A dark, pulsating energy began to emanate from them, flowing towards Marco in the center of the symbol.No, Marco thought, trying to struggle to his feet. I won't let you do this.But it was too late. The energy was already building, flowing through him like liquid fire. Marco felt his body begin to change as he became weaker. Ryder started the chanti