The Four Legendary Alkaldrias

There was a thud, as the hammer lord fell on his right knee.  Sweat trickled down his face and pain made it even more unbearable.  He had complete armour, except for a helmet and was supporting himself with a hammer.  He looked around, watching the great destruction that could not be undone and all the dead bodies that lay beside him

             'What am I going to do?' Looking at three specific bodies that lay in different positions.  'The other three heroes are dead, leaving me the only survivor.  And,' looking at the enemy in front of him, who was in dark clothing and was smiling sarcastically, 'the enemy is too powerful, how am I supposed to beat him?'

           The enemy was levitating in the air, he came to the ground at great speed, causing it to shake and dust rose in the air.  He said, “In human sight, heroes are nothing but assets, whose sole purpose is to help the weak.” 

                The hammer lord winked in pain, “But, there are few who are ready to die on our behalf.”

          Smiling, “You are brave, even when nearing your grave, you are ready to die for the weak.”

    “That’s what a true hero is meant to do, I vowed to help them even to my death,” struggling to stand, "and I promise, I will kill you!”

         In rage, the enemy kicked him and he went flying backwards.  The hammer lord looked at his hammer which was now meters away from him.  He stretched his hand trying to reach it, but the man in black stepped on his chest making him grown in pain.  The dark man created a dark long blade with his left hand, piercing him on his side and the hammer lord cried in pain, becoming half unconscious.  

           “Stop!”  Shouted a general who had an army behind him.  “You are surrounded with no way to run.”

      The man in black looked at them and slowly walked towards them.  “Oh, how I pity you, dying without a cause.”  Raising his hands and a large black ball was created, becoming larger and larger with each passing second.  He threw it at them, but before it could hit them six people in black clothing went to the front.  One of them pierced his sceptre to the ground and a shield surrounded them.  The ball hit the shield creating a boom!  Sound, and the earth shook greatly.

                The hammer lord said under his breath, 'This is my chance.  If I can muster all my strength, I may have a chance against him.'  Looking at the blade on his side, 'I can’t give up now,' his vision becoming blurry.  He held the blade with both hands and began pulling ignoring the pain, but with little success he fell back on the tree, having lost all power.  He looked to the rising sun as blood dripped down his left eye.  He then looked to the other side of the sky and smiled, 'I have failed, looking at his hands, I thought I had the power but it seems I was wrong.'

         Then he heard the loud beating of his heart, which was followed by a sharp pain.  He spat blood on the ground, 'What’s this agonising feeling?'  Then, his eyes protruded out of their eye sockets in shock, as he had someone speaking to him.  “I am the queen of the fairies who is speaking.  Remember, don’t give up heart because you have the power.”

           He looked at the blade on his side and he said, 'She’s right, I can’t give up now.'  The bracelets on both hands lit bright golden, he released a loud cry, breaking the blade which had penetrated his flesh.  He then pulled out the remaining blade inside his flesh, throwing it to the ground.  Holding the wound with his right hand, 'I must carry on, many are depending on me'.  Looking at the enemy who was recovering quickly from the blast and was now standing to his feet, supporting himself with a tree branch.  

     He looked at his hammer, quickly running and picking it up.  Looking at the enemy, he focused all his gaze on him and lifted the hammer pointing at him, then charged in rage.  He swung the hammer at the enemy, however, the enemy used his arms to block the attack.  The hammer lord swiftly punched him on the chin, sending him to the ground.  He was about to stand, but one of the six people shot the man in black with a bullet and he fell to the ground.  The hammer lord said under his breath, 'Now,' both ends of the hammer separating and a spearhead moving upwards from the hole created, 'you DIE!'  Throwing the created spear and piercing him in the chest and pinning him to the tree.

        The enemy’s vision began to fade, as he quickly lost strength to move a muscle.  The hammer lord fell on his knees, breathing in and out slowly, believing that it was finally over.  Abruptly, the temperature of his body became high and then dropped suddenly.  His chest ached again, 'What’s this pain?  It’s different from the previous one, this time it doesn’t seem to lessen.'  He touched his chest and felt a warm liquid, looking at his chest in a questioning state, he found that he was bleeding.

                       "What’s happening?  How's this happening?"  He became weak and quickly looked behind, but was shot with a bullet which ripped open, the flesh on his arm.  He staggered behind and finally fell to the ground.  The leader of the six walked towards him.  “What are you doing?  I am the hammer lord, why did you attack me?”  Asked the hammer lord 

                 “Please, don’t take it the wrong way, we are just following orders.”  

               The hammer lord looked shocked, 'Who would want me dead?  What had I done wrong?"  All these questions ran through his aching head.  The person pointed a gun at him, “Who wanted me dead?” Asked the hammer lord

              The person smiled and said, “That’s classified information.”

       “You will never get away with this, the king will stop you together with the heroes who will reincarnate again.”

              Laughing mockingly, “You think we are doing this so that we can take over the kingdom?  You should know that we are hired by the king, that is if you must know.”

          Shock gripped the hammer lord, as the words the person had said echoed in his head.  Then he remembered what the black man he had killed said to him, ‘Heroes are just assets.”  Anger took hold of him, 'After all I did.  I was ready to give up my life for them, but I was just a rag that would eventually be disposed of.

           The person in front of him said, “This is where your journey ends, too bad you lived it for others,” then pulled the trigger, killing him.