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)**


23. Chapter 21: Painted Glory

Horribleecus stopped and gave one last look at the planetarium then he went down the round stairwell, followed by the other twenty-two warriors. The walls were covered with the hides of many beasts, and as they descended, symbols were interwoven into the hides. It was clear that thousands of years had passed since the time of its writing because the writing was abandoned for heretical reasons; though still they were very vivid and detailed. Small, silver statues of dragons bowing their heads were placed on stands while going down. Their eyes seemed to shine as the warriors passed by.

At the end of the stairwell, a carved dragon head came out from the ceiling. Horribleecus stepped underneath the head, and suddenly purple stones glimmered to light the tunnel's paths. It looked as if the dragon was breathing fire that went on endlessly into the void. Cautiously, the warriors advanced deeper into the cavern. They had no other choice if they sought for Barracutus's renewal.

As the warriors went deeper into the cavern, the pinkish light from stones diminished and torches of green, burning fire flushed the paths. Eventually, they came to a large room which was shaped like a perfect sphere. The green fire went around the rims of the walls, and a slope went down to the center. In the center was a pyramid-like structure. It was black, and it looked like all the light in the room was attracted to it.

The warriors continued down the slope, and painted on the walls of the room was a huge mural telling a story of the Wizards. The warriors were left in awe as they continued downward. It truly was an amazing sight which none of them have ever seen before. The images seemed to be protuberant and revolving around the sphere. The leader of the Black Aliens quickly stopped and pondered at a particular sight. It was a large warrior wearing the Helmet of Wisdom and wielding the fiery Sword of Hewhay with other ceremonial armor. Interestingly, he wore a necklace with all seven dragon hearts.

Horribleecus turned around and asked, "What is wrong?"

"This warrior on the wall..." the Black Alien paused as he still was looking toward the mural, "He is the Seeker. Look to his side then to the creatures that bow down to him. What are they? Perhaps, the pyramid will give us insight on this."

"Perhaps, but regardless we must not spend too long here. Come then."Horribleecus approached the black pyramid with the others, and they quickly felt anxious. Horribleecus touched the pyramid made of an odd stone, and the paintings began to shift. The green fire was quenched, and the room became dark. Slowly, the mural began to give a slight glow and shouting arose from the distance while it echoed in the sphere.

"Demons have fled from the sight of my sword, dragons have wept, and the stars have finally risen. After all this time, it was a folly of my own to see my faults so late." The Seeker took off the necklace with the seven dragon hearts and continued, "No. No, it was for a good cause. The web I have weaved I will undo, and more will be done by my hands. Finally I have realized what my purpose is."

"You are not so foolish as to cast the dragon hearts away into the Heavenly Door are you?" Noraa asked anxiously with blood in his throat.

"They call you a God of wisdom itself, yet look at how your own greed gets in the way - shame to you. I joined you for the sole purpose to gain the hearts and cast one away into this door. No one, not even one of the Wondrous Seven, will be able to abuse their power."

"You are a fool! What more could you want than eternity? Think of the possibilities." Noraa hissed in enmity.

"Exactly what more could you want, Noraa?!"

"How dare you challenge me, the wisest of them all. The wound you have left in my back will always sting, but not as much as the wound you will leave on all of Sempiterna if you choose to cast a heart away."

"There is but one way to find out. I will see to it that this is done. I believed that you would join me, and we could drink of the same chalice; but I can see that wish otherwise now." The Seeker began to walk toward the black pyramid while Noraa groaned in pain. He placed the seven dragon hearts into the seven key-holes. Suddenly, there was a bright flash, and the Seeker vanished.

The paintings stopped moving, and the green fire lit up again. The leader of the Black Aliens said in admiration, "The history of the missing dragon heart all before our eyes. I wonder what other stories these murals can tell." He paused for a moment, then stated, "And so this pyramid is what we thought to be the fabled Heavenly Door. Surely this is holy ground; let us leave this place at rest."

The warriors continued to the opposite side of the sphere and ascended the slope. Horribleecus looked back at the pyramid, and his thoughts became overwhelmed with the past. His vision turned into a blurred vortex, and he stared off into the distance... remembering.

It was only when I was young when I heard that my father died for the cause of peace. I remember it being the day that I lost myself as well. What was the point in training myself to become a warrior when all that was in-front of me was death? Sadly, that was not the only thorn to impale me that day. Hours after hearing of my father's death, my mother could no longer bear the pain. She took my father's sword, something that was given as a token of gratitude for his service, and slit her throat.

The scene was horrifying. Her body laid sprawled out on the ground, and her head... her head was covered in the blood that was still bleeding out. The bloody red sword still was in tact with her throat. As I was but a child, I did not know how to react to losing all I had... other than giving in to cry. I took the dagger which she killed herself with, and more blood gushed out onto the already soaking ground. With it in my hands, I began to consider if I should take my own life. What more could I gain from that? Well, certainly I wouldn't have anything else to lose if I lost myself. I guess that would have defeated the purpose though. To run from myself seemed like a fool's mistake.

I decided that I would always carry that dagger with me from then on. No, not because I wished to remember that day when I lost it all; but to remember that day when I overcame everything. My pain, my sorrows, my mistakes: all were burned in the fire that day.

The priests agreed to take me in, and even they were surprised of my choice. I was never known as a character of high morals in my tribe. Now, I finally had a chance to prove my worth. Life with the priests was peaceful, something I found out that I never experienced before then. Though, I knew that this was not the life for me, for my heart was still writhing for more. Regardless, it would reap its benefits. I was invited for a week in the Temple of Hewhay. There, I met my greatest friend, Barracutus. He did not speak much because he did not need to. It was like his wise words would boom for generations. In just a week, I was able to find what I needed most through mere words. This made a debt which I still have to pay.

I began training under the greatest warriors around. At the time, I had to train far off in Fortfarande Vatten, a place that has seen the war at their walls many times. I did not train to kill; I trained to release all the pain and anguish that was building a home in my soul. "There are many ways to release your pain," Barracutus once said to me though he also added, "Or you can transform pain into renewal. Perhaps, it would be wise to study martial arts to understand what I mean." Those words burned in my mind as I trained endlessly. But I never understood it to its entirety. At the least, I did find a way to release my pain, but how one can do it for renewal... I will never know.

Years later, I was asked to train with the Zealot. Apparently, they suspected that the Svets Deus might break our alliance during the war and plan to slaughter all the Diamons. Here is where I met the only Zealot to arise from the Diamons... Yonas. He was both strong and courageous. However, he always seemed to be hiding something from all the Diamons. Nevertheless, he became Most High King a year later. It was through his golden speech-craft for which the Svets Deus's threats were put away. He and Eusebius became very well off with each other. Not long after, the training of the Zealots disbanded, as their purpose was futile. Years more would be needed for the official peace to be brought through all of Sempiterna, but it was well worth it.

Still after all this time, I wield the very same dagger. Though now, I do not know if it is a burden of the past. I have lost my once great sight to perceive it as I once used to. I seem to have....

"Horribleecus!" the leader of the Black Aliens grabbed Horribleecus's attention, "It looks as if you have seen a ghost."

"I did..." Horribleecus mumbled, "But that of the past... Truly it is sad to find so much shame in such a small part of my life."

"That is not why we are here. To contemplate on actions that we cannot change is a fault. Had we been able to see our actions ahead of time, would you have even changed them? Only until we taste of loss will we ever come to regret. We come to live to defeat our greatest enemy: ourselves." The Black Alien comforted.

"Thank you; you have let me realize something which I had once lost."

The Black Alien gave a slight bow and replied, "One tends to learn something from studying under the Seeker. Come then, I feel we are approaching the Wizards."


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