All Hail Barracutus *On Hold*

War is ripe for the planet of Sempiterna. For generations the twelve major tribes/species (Unless you believe in the tales of the Wizards who say there are thirteen) have very little knowledge of the meaning of the word "peace". Only recently has the tribe of the Svets Deus brought about an era of peace.
In the meanwhile, Barracutus, a normal Kyanos Diamon, struggles to solve the past about the ancient forefathers of Sempiterna. Though could the knowledge of the ancient forefathers be a bigger mystery than he had originally thought it to be? Read throughout to uncover the history of Sempiterna in the first book of an epic trilogy.

(New chapter released every week)

**Please feel free to comment if you believe I made any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. Also any constructive criticism and that stuff would be nice** ** Finally, Story Rating: 13+ (Subtle, some-what descriptive violence)**


17. Chapter 15: Past Memories

Bucefulus and the other eight Diamon warriors sat gloomily while Barracutus's procedure was going on. Even their imagination couldn't account for all the horror that must have been happening to Barracutus. Though still, knowing this only hardened their spirits like commonly tread path keeping out the slightest of precipitation. Except, Bucefulus was very accustomed to this feeling. The feeling of guilt had always tormented his soul since the death of his brother.

His brother's, Cato's, death would have been preventable if it was not for Bucefulus's bold and drastic order. Because of the lack of warriors that the Horridus Dens had had, Bucefulus decided for an unrelenting assault at night. However, Bucefulus was far too confident to even begin to calculate the advantages the Horridus Dens would have. The Horridus Dens army is quite noted for their superior nocturnal eyesight which was nonexistent in the thoughts of Bucefulus. So when the forces of Bucefulus arrived at the enemy camp, they started to understand that they were clearly outmatched. It was certain that Bucefulus would win, but not without a heavy price. His warrior's trust was shaken and though he did not know it at first, Cato's life passed on.

After the battle, Bucefulus went among the bodies to account for the losses. He heard a scream of agony and quickly ran toward his warrior. At the sight, his face became pale and noticed his actions cost his brother's life. Bucefulus quickly turned his face away and choked out, "Brother, Cato. Please. Forgive me."

While laying faintly on the blood-stained ground Cato continued staring up in pain and returned, "But a small price for victory." Cato raised his hand and felt his brothers face for the last time as tears fell, "I know you feel guilt but do not, and do not grieve for me... Rather give me a warrior's death." Cato saw Bucefulus startle and again repeated, "A warrior's death my brother, and promise not to grieve."

Bucefulus knew that a warrior's death was to stab a dying Diamon through the chest. He put his hand on his sword and unsheathed it. Slowly he stood over Cato's dying body and raised his sword pointed downward, "I promise my brother." Cato smiled at hearing Bucefulus's last words to him. Instantly after the sword pierced through, Cato was granted his warrior's death. Bucefulus knelt down and took off the dragon-tooth necklace. He held it in his hand and remembered the time his brother gave it to him years and years ago.

"Now remember you can't miss me when I'm gone." Cato said as he looked down at his younger brother. "I know that one day, you may feel sad because I have gone. However, I also know that one day you will be even greater than me."

Bucefulus asked childishly in a depressed tone, "Why do you have to go? Are you going to see our father?"

Cato smirked and tried not to show any emotion, "Here take this; it's my dragon-tooth necklace and as long as you wear it, I'll always be with you. As for seeing our father, I can't do that. He says I have to make sure you're taken care of. I don't think he can come back for a long time too."

Bucefulus grabbed the necklace and put it on, "Don't be gone too long though."

"I won't; I promise."

Bucefulus began to cry and wrapped the dragon-tooth necklace back around him. Then from his satchel he grabbed a band of pure dragon leather. He wrapped it around Cato's dead wrist. Then, quietly he murmured as he tried to hold back the tears, "I was going to give this to you today... but not like this... Now as long as you wear this, I will always be with you..."

For those who survived the assault, never looked upon their leader in the same way. Now their exceptional and unparalleled leader meant nothing to them; he was but a gray rock in the mountains. Thus Bucefulus resigned from his service to the Kyanos Diamons and became that ordinary rock only to serve a superior... only to run away from the hardships of command.

In remembrance of his brother, Bucefulus began to sing a part of the Song of Whispers,


"When the fire Falls from our stars

It was Ordained, both for you and I:

To share as one, it all seems so Rugged --

What now has Gone, what once was ours.


When the shackles are no longer Intertwined,

We must part; it has finally come Vivid to me.

Though still the Embers of pain burn within --

I sense myself coming Nearer, to that left behind.


I listen in the stillness of peace,

But still only whispering lurks in this darkness.

Oh! Only whispers I will ever hear...

Will this void ever decease?"


Horribleecus sat down in vain mindlessly scratching the prison wall as he constantly blamed this misfortune upon himself. After all, couldn't he have done something? Repeatedly, he whispered to himself, "If only I had been quicker to my blade... if only I was more open to my amicus's suggestions, if only..."

"You are too logical Barracutus. Keep your head up while you fight," suggested Horribleecus as the two were training, "You appear to be staring at the ground."

"And if I was blind would it matter? Why should I rely on only one of my senses as opposed to all my senses giving some input into my patterns?" Questioned Barracutus as he went on to make a metaphor, "I should be more like the Anticus Bellum Indiges who act after they know. You see, the Ancient War Heroes are more like the ways of nature than what appears on the surface..."

Horribleecus interrupted abruptly, "There is no logic in combat, Barracutus." Horribleecus then said mockingly, "When you are in battle and spill your opponents' blood, you most certainly do not say, 'Your blood will fertilize Sempiterna just like the feces of its inhabitants... You should be honored.' Instead you let them fall and move on."

Barracutus chuckled at his amicus's representation, "Perhaps not, but you must open your soul to all the possibilities that can come. Why rely on one sense that you have been blessed with? Certainly if this is how everyone was taught to fight, then you would be unmatched and win with the use of all your senses. Balance in your actions shows balance in your mind."

"No senses apply to combat," Horribleecus sighed, "If it's understandable for you, then the sense of sight will be the only use to you. Again, people don't speak philosophy on the battlefields."

Barracutus thought for a moment and then inquired, "Well is that not the point of war, the differences in philosophy and trying to enforce them onto one another? If we were to all agree then there would be no war."

Horribleecus put his hand in his face at the unexpected response, "Yes... Yes Barracutus. Again you have mystified me with your unique view of the world. But once again, you have missed the entire point of the lesson."

"I only keep an open mind my amicus," smiled Barracutus. "Maybe even you could learn something if you did so."

Minos lied with his arms crossed behind his head while he stared blankly up at the ceiling. He didn't necessarily have anything to which he would want to keep his mind on. Being the lead surgeon of the camp, he was used to death by his hands. Despite the fact that he always did the most he could do for his patients, he could only find himself to blame. Minos remembered every last, dying sight the Diamons who came upon his table. Some knowing they would die, some with hopes that they would live, and others with the hopes that it would end quickly to ease the pain. Unfortunately, nothing could ever replace his beloved, Estella.

One of Minos's apprentices rushed in and announced timidly with a shortening tone, "Master, I... I... or you need to come and help me."

Minos looked out of his book curiously toward his apprentice and declared strongly, "I have already told you that you are ready. I can no longer teach you anymore. Your future teachings will now be with the work of your own hands. May the Seven bless."

The apprentice came over and impudently forced the book closed and tossed it on the ground, "It is Estella. I don't know what to do and she needs your help."

Minos's face whitened and looked more seriously as he questioned with a rising eyebrow, "She personally is in need of my treatment?"

"Yes, now come. I will explain on the way."

The two Diamons ran through the camp's paths. While Minos's apprentice was working for the camp, Minos would often escape the world and stay in an abandoned cave located on a hillside. Quickly, the two ran through the thick crystallized forest and stumbled when they reached the town square. In the middle laid a mutilated Kyanos Diamon.

"Estella..." Minos directed his words to his apprentice, "What happened?"

"As I said, a dragon came into the camp, and attacked her viciously. The dragon was chased off by the warriors but..."

Estella moved a little and muttered, "Minos? Oh I'm so... glad to see you."

"I'm here for you. Don't worry; I can fix this."

"No Minos," Estella stroked Minos's face and softly continued, "I know this is out of your control. Just... I just want you to hold my hand this time."

Minos smiled and took her hand to his lips. He looked into Estella's eyes as water filled both of theirs. "Please don't go my love."

"I won't, Minos," Estella moved her hand and started to tap it against his chest. Suddenly, her body became lifeless and a smile came on her face.

Minos looked around and then gave a cry up in the air as the tears ran down his cheeks. "My beloved, forgive me. I only wish I could have been there for you..."

The other Kyanos Diamon warriors sat as they too thought about all their past regrets and torments. Though Figmus was confused that the greatest warriors of Kyanos Diamons could give up so easily. Figmus stood up and pronounced heartily, "We cannot let ourselves rot in here and wait for the Svets Deus to choose the next of us to torture. I would rather die a warrior's death than see Barracutus continue through this torture. How can things get any better in here if we do not act on the moment?"

One of the other warriors ridiculed, "How could it get any worse?"

Figmus sneered at the warrior who spoke up, "Unlike the rest of you, I have already planned our escape. The jailor always comes with three other Svets Deus behind him to take Barracutus away; however, he lacks two others when he locks Barracutus back in."

"And you just assume you'll be able to fight them without a sword?"

"No. Not at all." Figmus picked up a stone and a rusty dagger was found underneath it, "I was only able to pickpocket one from him without being too induced by the gasses. Though when he comes the next time, there will be a knife in his back and his sword will be ours. By the time the other Svets Deus is alerted, it will be too late."

"Ahh, perhaps there is hope for us yet." The warriors nodded in agreement. Horribleecus personally came up to Figmus to thank him.


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