ghosts of shadows

A Chapter by fitz Roberts

What is real?what is life ?is it not love,pain,war,lust,hope and everything else.spiraled into one big wad of memories.to be lived.to be shared amongst our loved ones.or to be burdens of our living breath but what when death shatters that veil?
What if Death is merely a door way leading to the next happenstanc? What if what we did in life bound us not only in death but eternity?to die was only the beginning started us new breath.new strength to be gained.old wounds to carry and old wounds to be mended.for in all world all lives they're is a hate.
This cannot be measured.as a collective happiness can be shared so can a hate amongst be bred.hate always with indifference leads to war.war two sides strung to battle against another.though there always heroes to be born,always heroes that are made,and heroes that live on for all eternity.
Stories end and begin as rabbits are a born .lives snuffed and scorched aknew as a lighter is flicked.where there is darkness there is light .with the light there are always shadows that dance among the walls.living and breathing carrying on they're own lives.amongst our world never noticed as The even as sleepy reader takes to bed.
"Achillllllllleeeeeeesss" the voice pierced his ears as if given to life by a shirll crow but boomed with the bass of a elephants horn.Achilles rounded the corner to see hektor therr .sword unsheathed kneeling as he looked upon the scorched remains of the boys body."this is The eight this month Achilles seems we have serial upon us." Achilles scoffed "seems more to me to be just another well trained killer."
There are always sides to any war good evil,bad,unjust,frightening,unyeilding,and honorable.so the side is all that needs be chosen.the cause is the means but the side is all that is fought for.the cause in the end vanish's into history.to be rememebered or forgotten amongst time.
Achilles straightend his hair saying " let us return to leuce to discuss with Leonidas.the rest of the council must be informed as well" extending his hand to hector as they faded away amongst the mist.
Leuce is what made this all.home of heroes,warlords,and most of the gods.it was where they faded to so they could live among the shadows .heroes in life it was they're honor that born them to this world.chosen to for they're blood lust.part of the world that was forgotten left to the myths.
This door that was opened was his destiny though.all his doings had led him here.all his life was but a memory to this.he was always meant to live on forever.name never to be forgotten . so it was and so it would be again but this time because of his brothers.
This war was bigger than just him.he was a mere drop in the bucket of water of the biggest well.leuce grew closer its dim lights piercing the mist.the slid among the clouds it seemed. never truly apart of the world .until the lights of leuce brought them into full view.
Achilles sighed at the sight the monumrnt had modernized in times. for time had produced many heroes him not being the only one.not the most quick tempered.the rolling hills to the back carried forest of memory.all they're stories hidden amongst its canopys and rabbit holes.the main home was that of a hillside mansion.
Lanterns burned brightly casting off all darkness.pots made of his and others stories lined the halls stolen from the human world.some made anew but most spirited away before they were known.Achilles had taken so much in zealousness that he had left his life a myth.
Greek architecture made up most of the building but the later add ons.they had more Gothic sense to them all living here.in life they may have been enemies in death were bound together. littered across the battle feild brothers in arms despite race or creed.
They had been born to this life aknew to defend they're ways. like those born to from death to destroy.that had come to be beacuse of they're darkness and hate for life.soulless in life they carried no love with them.only bitterness from the souls of the Styx.the wailing of the lost and truly damned.those born from this truly have no light upon them to be spirited into this world.

This was the creature they would now hunt.for no longer blessed in the lights of the divine.cursed by the darkness of the soulbreaker.they could never be part of this world unless to feed on the innocent.souls taken by the dark one became lost aswell.

Some darkones having feed,tortured and enslaved the soul of innocent.grew to be monsters of supreme darkness.the soulbreakers most valued soldiers."the shattered' they were called.
Even in death Achilles felt cursed to fight. this was the war he was bred for though.he was designed to be here long before he would be hero of Greece."fabled" he scoffed.hecktor only smiled as Achilles shot him a glance.
They reached the doors to the great hall painted with the shores of troy.he only looked Down as he passed through them.a pane in the right corner missing. he gritted his teeth pain just from noticing the pictures absence.
The room burst open with laughter and song.Leonidas sat at a head table before two great tables .many of there brothers were of name in the stories but not all.history had bred most but some were just true hero's born but not of note.their name lost in time.

The laughter stopped as they walked past.they made their way around the head table.both circling around to come and sit on either side of Leonidas.he only sat at the head because a lucky blow he had dealt Achilles in their battle for council.
Achilles gritted his teeth.anger surging up in him.he grabbed his mug and drained the wine.no need for sustenance he gained only the flavor and lacked all the dullness.he still enjoyed the taste though.
"What brings the FABLED Achilles before us."Leonidas chided with a smile. Stupid jack a*s spartan.too foolish to learn new ways of the world. He would learn oh he would learn 50 Years he must sit as council leader.he was the first defeat Achilles and he would be the last. he swore to that.

He sighed time had taught him to deal with his anger but he always felt it burning inside.the great fearsome angry Achilles.he shook his head."truly a great spartan as yourself must know." He set his mug to the side and stood only to stretch as if bored with the whole occasion.
"Another murder sir " hecktor interjected to distract Leonidas from his onslaught.Spartans were always easier to temper though Leonidas was more calculating.he still suffered from that temper.as a leader he always seemed attentive even as he listened to this simple case. "
"The victim?"he asked calmly as he looked to be lost in thought."boy 16 or so little trace of his light left I cannot be certain." hecktor Frank from his mug as if it would calm the chills of his soul.Achilles almost laughed at the thought.
Hecktor eyes pierced the void as he brought forth the picture before them.light threw before them exploxeded from hecktors eyes dancing in to a hazy picture of two figures one bulky huge mass.the other the boy cowering befor the huge being.the boy threw his arms up as flame swung down on top of him.
Again and again the flame pounded the boy into the ground.the boys soul faded like a shadow as a hand grabbed it and it became one with the mass.the image vanished. Left as smoke if it was smoke escaping to the ceiling.
"The shattered's general."Leonidas rubbed his chin in thought.he stood extending his arms wide "who here among you is brave enough to slay the beast"howooo rang through out the halls.forks,knives andmugs banged against the table.
"That's what I thought it would be" he sat once again looking to Achilles "you and hektor choose five of our best to take with you."Achilles nodded he hated formalities bit still he replied "yes sir"
"Hecktor keep Achilles out of the w****s den"Achilles only laughed he knew nothing of these so called "modern"times.hektor stood and yelled " herculeeeeessss"
He was much more than his myth. the bench he sat upon jumping as his weight left it.hand full of men slung from it as he did.he was as big as clydesdale and as tall as one."im glad you on our side"hecktor boasted Achilles followed suit as he stood up screaming "alexandeeeerrrr"
Alexander rose his armor full of gold and his white cape billowing behind him.boy lover he may of be.and honored tactician though of his time.
"Ganicusssss"hektor bellowed achiles following "spaaartacus"."major renolds " chimed hektor the man dressed as american wwII soldier pulled his helmet off the table and straignted his gig line.rubbing the leaves that decorated his collar ""crixus" Achilles came again."theorican " hecktor called as the spartan got to his feet.his red cape bellowing as he moved to the great table.
"Perseus" Achilles called and hektor followed last choice instantly "Marcus Aurelius" "damn"thought Achilles that was his choice."hmm....."he muttered casting his eyes upon the whole of the room."willlam Wallace"Achilles cried.
Leonidas stood and said " feast tonight my brothers and gather The light .for tomorrow darkness will be crushed under heel" clanging of mugs ,fist , feet stomped and clanged on the tables in acceptance." For if we die again. let it be how we lived. with sun on our face and no fear in our hearts"
The great hall filled with one great roar of agreement.Achilles had to give it to Leonidas .he could encourage men to their death.he smirked "till the morning so we can rid out the shadows." He turned from the table heading to the door. hecktor close on his heel.