Picture Prompt story.

picture - s****y painting done by probably an 8 year old. there was a fiery orange circle and some green slashes in blackness. no idea what it was.

And out of the blackness came the eerie green glow, moving swiftly through the air, not making a sound. The general caught this out of the corner of his eye, instantly he knew the assassin that the underground group of rouges and gypsies known as “Defiance Elite” had finally caught up with him, he knew they would, but the time was never definite, and it was about time… 
“I know you’re there, bringer of swift death,” the general spoke authoritivly into the darkness, for the green glow had dissipated as smoothing and softly as it can come into being. Now abyss prevailed. “Your reputation and rapture precedes you. I know you are quick, swift, and accurate. You train your whole life, just so you can take away others.” General Olgrin hears but a simple “hissss” in response, he was hoping for more, some solid sound he could rightly find the direction of its origin. 
“I am old, and have ran far too long, as you have hunted me longer, I know my time is near, and shortens every step towards me you take. Being a General for twenty two years, I can not lay down my life for you to take, although I know I shan’t live to see your people rise or fall, I and I know I wiln’t live to see the day that dawns in but a few lone hours, outside of this wretched cave. So step forward,” 
As he speaks Olgrin lights the fuse on his magnesium flare packet behind his back, and gently tosses it into the opener area of the cavern. 
“And fight the old man you’ve hunted so doggishly! I am not phased by your presence you foul Cretin! DUM SPIRO SPERO!” as he shouts his clans motto his wields his great axe about threateningly, weaving almost Celtic designs into the air from the gleam of the flare packet that had just lit.
A few moments of waiting and heavy breathing nothing happens. Olgrin is relieved but off set at the demeanor, he was expecting a thrashing of blades that he would cleave his axe through. Olgrin could take bloody battle fields, he could take the lives of people, he could take the screams and cries of people burned alive, but this silence was beyond him, he was wishing for something to break it, anything. It came, from behind him.
“As you wish, General...” The gurgling voice came from behind him. Olgrin lays down his axe, “A general’s life, a soldier’s death.” He thought. And kneels, clutches his soul stone and remembers how he came about getting it. It wasn’t much on his part, but when he became a man and was eligible to join the ranks of infantry, knights, and a world of serving for good, his father handed it to him as a gift, and something to remember home. He thought of what would happen when he died. And just thinking about it made him smile, a smile that he knows no one else will see, his mother, father, daughter and brother. A smile he knows he will die wearing. 
He hears the slip of the assassins’ ghost like fabric as the blade slid across his neck. Olgrin let himself slip into blackness, and let himself feel the cold touch of death.
The assassin, as is there custom, holds Olgrins body still and upright, helping the transition from one life, a life of false gods, false profit, corrupt leaders and vile people. To a world of one nation, one god, equality, and all knowledge. As the body went limp along with the slowing pulse, he lay him down, gently. He got up, and as the assassin turned, he saw a bright red flash, the soul stone. He knows there’s no way to stop it. He has been told by so many elders what the soul stone will do, and as quickly as possible, makes peace with his demons and stands still, waiting… It came. The blast was so furious and intense that creature’s miles away would easily have seen it. 

A Grizzly bear wanders near the lump of flesh clad in Olgrins armor, nibbles a little. A quite swoosh and the beast is madly pawing and whimpering at the axe in its right shoulder, throwing its back in muscle spasms and rolling over and over, then a moment later gives into gravity and exhales its unexpected last breath.
Olgrin looks down upon his new form and smiles, “Yes, Dum Spiro Spero… while I have breath I hope. By the looks of your old body cretin, I’ll be breathing for another 30 years.” He let out a maniacal laugh that echoed out the cave opening, it was day now and the birds that sit on the cave ledge outside lit from there perches and scattered. The General thinks back and admires how he had fooled the simple assassin. Years of being hunted and years more of practice, he knows how to “know” and “remember” things that assassins can read like words etched on a stone tablet from thoughts. 
He smiles… He has enjoyed this day, so far.

Author's Note

was only given so much time to write then we had to end it. never bothered to continue it.