Angels of the Shadows: Moulded by Horror

Four very eager minds, from four different kingdoms stand together as they try to unveil the world they've uncovered. This world they've found is full of danger, joy, adventures, and love and all waiting for them at their door steps.


30. Lest we Foget

There was a platform placed at the front of the field, stood there were the five kings and the four newly promoted heroes. They stood there silently, proudly and heads held high. The general then stood infront of the living statues and spoke to the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen! We are here today to celebrate, to mourn and to remember. These four behind me, trained and worked themselves to the bone to get these soldiers into shape. These men and women they trained knew nothing of combat and could barely hold a sword the right way up." The audience chuckled in faded a way. "But they turned them into knights. Knights that saved us all. And for that, we must owe our gratitude! We do that with these." He then handed the four of them, one at a time, a crested shield that dazzled them with it's decorations. An odd shape but with golden patterns imbedded into a lush blue. 

"They are yours. They are a symbol of your status in our military and they can withstand any blow from any weapon or magic." The four of them gazed at the mesmerizing sheets of steel and placed them behind where they stood. The general went back to his place at the side of the audience before cheering to the crowd. "Welcome, our new champions of Zunlaya! The Angels of the Shadows!" The crowd held and uproar, cheering and clapping to their new lords.

The King of Zunlaya, King Obrin, stood up from his chair and called out to the people.

"Now, it is time for us to stop the celebrations and raise our heads to those who gave their blood, to defend this land." Everyone fell silent. Not a word drifted through the wind. "Hail the victorious dead!" He cried and the crowd of people followed him in sync.


Aldrin then pulled out the sword from his sheath, it sung in a ring of metal as he walked forward, through the crowd to the gravestone in the middle of them. The gravestone was gargantuan and had a statue from stone; standing and looming over a large boulder. It was and angel, an angel that was hooded in a clock of black. The hood shaded it's shadowy face with it's arms and wings splayed outwards. Aldrin walked up the steps that lead to it and he took the sword with both hands. The air was still as Aldrin prepared himself. He took Elab's sword and rammed it into the boulder with mighty force. He held onto it for a bit and then stood back to let the statue take over. The hooded angel then came alive suddenly and moved it's hands onto the top of the hilt of the blade. The angel pushed it down slightly more into the hard rock and the sword glowed a bright gold, shining in everyone's faces. The statue then stood still again, locked in the poised position. Aldrin then looked down to read out Elab's gravestone that engraved in the mossy bolder.

For a fallen champion.
May his soul rest in the heavens and his bravery stay with us all.
Elab the drifter.
Now a knight of the sky.

He shall look down on us and he shall watch over us for always.
Singing songs of heart with the noble dead.


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