Lockwood Part II: The Army

Ian Stood before the door of the castle. Slowly, the wooden door creaked open and a small man with a long beard appeared. He was a servant to King Tennant. The Dwarf servant escorted him inside.
“We congratulate you on defeating the first of the Lords of the Legion of Darkness.”
“There are more?”
“Of course. There are five, to be exact, but there are hundreds of the Dark Servants around. According to the prophecy, you are supposed to wipe them out. It will be a hard task. Each year they come, searching for the chosen one and slaughtering thousands of our people. King Tennant is trying to find a way to stop them. They also impale our livestock and eat them alive. They are savages.”
The Head Dwarf approached. “Ian Lockwood, King Tennant will see you later. I am to present you with your army of ogres later. You must need refreshment from your long journey.”
“Oh, no, I don’t need anything.”
“We insist!”
Ian was brought to a long, wooden table that was decorated with goblets of wine, plates overflowing with fruit, and roast beasts of all kinds. As Ian began eating, he noticed the dwarves were watching him as if waiting for something to happen. Ian drank a sip of wine out of a goblet. He began to feel drowsy, and soon he was fast asleep.

Ian awoke to find himself in a large stadium with a thatched dome above it. He tried to move his arms, but found they were being held there with cuffs just above the elbows. He was bound to a post, in the center of the coliseum, on top of an altar, surrounded by priest dwarves. The other dwarves in the seats were chanting strange religious dialects. King Tennant was wearing sacrificial robes. He signaled for silence.
“As you all know, the Dark Legion has been coming once a year to search for the chosen one. They slaughter thousands of the people of Nimbon. I was thinking of a way to stop this ruthless killing. We shall get two jobs done at once. We sacrifice to Zeus, and The Dark Legion will reward us handsomely for killing the chosen one.
“They might reward you but thousands of other people will die!” Ian said, “You would rather have the Dark Legion go somewhere else, and do more damage, than having me wipe them out completely!”
“Fine, why don’t you kill them then, hmm? Destroy them, quickly, wipe them out in one fell swoop!”
“I can’t do that. I need to track them all down.”
“The Chosen one admits that he can’t kill the Dark Legion!”
“I didn’t say that! I need to find them and fight them first!
“We are only interested in the good of our kingdom. The others can die for all I care! This is a faster way to make peace with The Dark Legion.”
“Where is the army I was promised?”
“I told them all to go home, we won’t be needing them.”
“You only care about yourselves.”
“That is why we are still prosperous. Let the sacrifice BEGIN!” The Dwarves began chanting faster. There was a loud creak as the dome above them split open. Ian was terrified. Right above him was the huge, living, breathing, Zeuss. Zeuss raised his lightning and threw it down towards Ian. Ian took the sword out of his sheath and tossed it toward the lightning. The lightning and the sword collided. There was a blinding light as the sword and lightning merged, they were becoming one. The power of lightning was embedded into the crystal in the sword. The prophecy was coming true. The chosen one was inheriting a power greater than the world had ever seen before.
Lightning shot from the sword and shattered the cuffs as it hit the ground. Ian picked up the sword. Ian shot lightning from the sword and knocked the battleaxe from the dwarf’s hand. He ran towards the head dwarf and pointed the sword at his neck.
“Where is the army I was promised? Or isn’t there any!” a second after he said this, the door broke down with a splintery crash. A large band of ogres came crashing through.
They halted, and the leader spoke up. “I am general Hundel Thickspit. We suspected something sinister when Tennant told us to leave. We need you Mr. Lockwood. We have heard of a large army of Dark Servants gathering in the North Valley of the Xulin area, Near the Hall of Turning Tables. My men are going to go and finish them off, but we need you to lead us.” Hundel turned toward Tennant “This will be reported to the other kingdoms!”

Ian went forth, out of the kingdom of Nimbon to the North Valley of the Xulin area, near the Hall of Turning Tables. The army of orcs was about 1,000, and the Dark army numbered about 800, but the Dark Lords and Servants could breathe fire and have a sword that is grafted onto each of their bodies. The orcs were greater in number, but the Darkness was greater in power.
The Dark Servants charged and roasted the front lines. They impaled, incinerated, and crushed their enemies. About a third of the orc army was gone. Ian watched as the army was being gruesomely slaughtered. It was literally slash & burn. Ian had enough he hopped on his magic carpet and flew above the battlefield. He drew his newly empowered sword and bolted lightning down at the dark army. Fire shot up at him, but he flew out of the way and shot more lightning down at the army. When the enemy was hit, four or five Dark Servants went flying in all directions. The Dark Servants and three Lords were beginning to retreat. They fled to the Hall of Turning Tables.
Ian did not hesitate to pursue the black mob heading to the Hall.
“I will not let those responsible for Leonard Eldin’s death live to murder more innocents.”
The Hall of Turning Tables has a cathedral-like exterior, and inside, there seem to be no walls. Everything is a dark abyss except for the floor, which is made up of enormous stone tiles, or tables, with strange, mystical carvings on each one. Each one is spaced about a foot apart. They turn from time to time, which is why it is called The Hall of Turning Tables.
When Ian entered, every one was gone, except for three black figures with glowing eyes and three dark crystals. Ian rushed towards them and drew his sword. The knights lunged at him. Ian quickly cut off one’s arm, which caught fire because of the burning dragon’s blood.
Ian screamed in fury, “You people killed him! You roasted him alive and killed him! You will pay for what you have done, you savages!” He drove the sword into the Dark Lord. He cried out in pain as his shoulder went up in flames. The three swordsmen fought vigorously as the tables began to turn. The battle was epic. They struggled to fight as the tables turned, trying not to fall into the dark abyss. Ian, driven by rage and bloodlust swung his sword faster and stronger then he had before. Ian launched himself off of a diagonally turned table and sliced off one’s head. He used his lightning to pick up the charred arm with the sword and launched it into the Dark Knight’s side. He had defeated 4 out of 5 of the knights. He felt like something new, something he had never felt like before.

He felt like a murderer.