unraveling life's plauges

The unraveling of plagues
All seemed ordinary on the dirt roads of the foggy cleared roads of Osaron. The cold wind howled as if it was trying to obliterate the city in one gust. Although, soon the wind would ring a different tune, an ill fate, not just any ill fate but one that would change the world…
The scent of copper blood sifted itself into the presence of the young boys nose, intriguing his curiosity as the young tony tried to swindle a few more moments before going to work with his father on the anvil. Even though he was obviously tired(phased obviously from a hard day worth of labor,) his curiosity still embraced his nimble mind. Clashing of metal met their climax as they approached his presence striking the emotion he disliked the most horrifying .Fear began to instill itself within the boy. Only one thing raced on his mind which he give anything not to be grief stricken about…death. Even though he was fear stricken, his curiosity was prolonged to the point of where it was stronger than his fear. Excitement settled into his, followed by complete utter fear. The boy’s curiosity still lingered but fear began to ensnare itself onto him.

The boy’s insides began to lurch and churn at the outcomes that might befall him. His heart began to pound against what seemed to be paper thin skin he felt every beat as though it was soon going to come up his throat.His coward like instincts filled his absent mind. He scampered across the room " into the wardrobe he went .IN unison with his actions three shadowy figures barged through the door and a wind set the wardrobe door into the young boys face. The boys head began bobbing, his head felting as if it were, swaying in a rapid tempest as a wimping willow, would as he stood noticing the small trickle of blood from his forehead.
As he looked down the confined wardrobe his heart began to leap through his chest, panting wildly as though he had seen death and he was now meant to meet an untimely fate. He now saw a young but aged disheveled man and two cloaked figures fighting in what seemed to be locked into fight to the death both giving each other the looks of utmost hate as though they were also locked to each other’s gaze which gave of the feeling of a deadly serpent to another.
The warrior took his blade tilting it over his body ready to strike the opponents before him. With a swift blow he rekindled the fight .The cloaked man blocked the blow deflecting the massive hit from his throat. The cloaked man swung the blade to the head of the warrior which weaved back to the wall dogging the almost critical blow with every bit of his effort.

In retaliation he began to strike the cloaked man with a jab, making the man groan feeling the sword pierce his gold armor. The man began to grunt and walk into the blade imbedding it deeper and deeper into his organs. The warrior gazed into the black pit of the hood all he could see was the demented face of a man not of this world but from hell itself. As he removed the blade from the man he was just in time to leap from a kick aimed exactly for his legs form the other cloaked man with. His fear of death began to build as sweat dripped in the fight for his life .The cloaked man took his sword piercing it into the foot of the warrior. They both went to clash at each other when the other stood from kneeling on the floor .With one swift strike the cloaked man sent the combatant’s sword into the wall.

The man ran without delay to grasp it .Grasping its hilt once more the man prepared to terminate the men who invaded his home. The warrior spun only to be given a slice to his back. The blood flowed as if the warrior was one of the excellent oxen throats we used to sacrifice to Zeus. The crimson channel dripped pleasing Gaia, mother of earth. He began soaking the earth with blood, fulfilling her desire for pain for mortals.

The warrior dropped to his knees at the mercy of his enemies. The warrior now at the feet of his enemies, not asking for mercy, but with pride and dignity he spat at on boots of his foe. He wheezed and gasped for air as he stood once more additional time. Striking one of them leaving a fatal blow to the neck .In reaction to severe hit the man simple had cracked his neck back into place with a disgruntled attitude as though he was done toying with his prey. Steadily building a sort chuckling with his metallic voice.

The warrior full of hopelessness fell once more. The gold cloaked men placed their blades resting on the shoulder of their victim chanting

"Death to all those of Osaron the grand city will be no more it shall perish beneath the god’s no man shall prevail!”

The blades began to cut a small number of the man’s long disheveled beard as they toyed with him wanting to make the experience of toying with the man to the maximum.

The warrior spoke gasping “Vermin you are no more than vermin. “

Before he could speak his head had been separated from the body. His head now lay at his feet as his body and his head hit the ground in one united thud. Tony had let out a gasp as they walked closer to the wardrobe, he busted out, as they blocked the way out. Despite the murder he had just seen to his bewilderment fire blazed from the hands of the two the two cloaked assassins. Unexpectedly, part of a flame strike me as I began to gain full conscious .Tony soared into the air feeling a slender jolt of pain. His hands began to set on fire, and his head burst into flames. Oddly he no longer felt any pain. He remembered who the warrior was as he suffered these lacerations ……his father.

At the thought of it the flames grew to an advanced amount than before. Tony gazed as the two monstrous people strode into the daylight. There gold masks shine vividly in the rays of shinning beams. Light beamed through the holes in the roof the flames have formed. He stared into the black pits of their eyes in the cloaked as we. Both realized only one would be leaving. His home he had built by hand with his father was in ruin.

Tony spoke “You will pay for their crimes with their lives.”

Tony had feared death for his entire life but, it seemed to be the lone thing in the air .His only weapon failed me as they whispered words the flames have gone. The weapons are outside.

Tony blade basked its presence, within in the fire pit with ash. He has nowhere to go nowhere to run .Nowhere to hide……nowhere to live to tell the tale. Tony began to strike with his fist. Once more they uttered additional words. Now, there Tony stood frozen firm as bar of gold. A hissing voice filled the air “You are the chosen , kill Zeus and his brethren and we shall bring a end to Olympus the rise of man and titan have came again.” Before he could grasp what occur a blade came for his neck to inches away. He whispered to himself

“Will today be his time for death to seize me as his father’s was? If so it will be an honor.”

The blade lowered, the cowards storming from his house began to run through the marketplace setting fire to the items in the market. He began chasing them with haste, on their trail as a tiger would track his gazelle .They ran into the forbidden forest .He paused for a moment as he couldn’t go any further for he was scared of the forest even as a boy because of the yellow eyes of the wolves in the nights suppressing darkness. The local’s say the weather changes rapidly and rarely anyone leaves .But he took a deep breath and ran in anyways.

Putting his fears aside he told himself, “I must avenge his father, his home, his honor!”

As the howl of winter’s night swept past his ears he ran. Despite the creatures Tony feared lurking in the night .He tore through the branches and debris searching for revenge. Sweat dripped as if it had been a scorching desert. Leagues away he spotted the masks of gold hiding in the bushes of an oak wood fern.

The young jaguars like boys heart pumped as he was stalking his pray. Thud, thud, thud is all Tony could hear and they were all I could see. He would have his revenge in one night turn. Tony began to climb the vines from the tree which he was to pounce upon his victims below. Taking his time he took vines from the tree to make the most perfect nooses he has ever made.

Tony had made many after all he am of course a blacksmith. The droplets of rain fell upon his skin even now I still felt fire within stronger than ever before. Now is the time to take his course of revenge to repay them for the suffering they have brought upon his mother, and his three year younger 13 year old sister. Slowly he lowered then, loosened the noose sending it down to the throats of those who took his greatest part of his life. As quite as can be he took a hold of a branch to break off to spring them up.

He sprung it free with a kick from his black leather boots. At the sound of a crack of their necks Tony felt as if I could possibly be joyful again regardless of all the pain he was suffering as he lowered them down from their rightful place only to come back to reality that his father was dead. Startled by a branch behind him he turned around. There stood two golden masks’. Out of thin air they disappeared leaving smoke .He looked back at the two I killed.

They where decoys he should have known! He murdered innocent lives he turned their bodies upright. Their hands were bound with rope. Taking off the masks slowly he looked. Sorrow swept over his body letting out a fierce cry the gods could hear. For they where no strangers it was no other than his mother and sister!

At that very moment he lost all of his family, all of his life had gone to ruin with nothing to live for madness swept over him. Tony burst into flames once more touching the ground nothing set afire. The boy knew what he must do .Take his vengeance against anyone in the way.

The moment he exited the forest the local townsfolk had arrived a torch here and there diming itself in the rain. The city of people hadn’t spoken just staring empty of emotion just waiting. The boy had yet to understand why they appeared there not being able to do anything but stare back. His inside began to flip as he realized what this was the city was known to kill those with the powers of the gods thinking them to be demons from Hades.
Rain began to pour down heavier than before puddles of mud stood between the distorted boy and the mob pouring from the city. He being outcast had pushed him to the limit he began to shift into fire. His power began to grow he could feel It inside him somewhat speaking to him trying to con him into murder.
“It has been so long since have been free but now I … we yes….. I like….. That word I control you I know best. We must murder master .We have done it before lets us does it again...” spoke the cruel yet logical voice.

“What are you ….what am I becoming” spoke tony his mind in complete disarray as the city folk all acted differently some moving towards him some running
“You heard me let me out, ands we cans be together that foul creature you call father cannot stop us nose mores” once more wheezed the voice.
The city folk became impatient and had charged at the boy, the creature had taken over.
As it continued to rain that night the boy went into rage tearing man and woman alike until there was no more life in his presence. He awoken feeling sorrow as he had murdered friends and family that night he had no one left .Just as this thought entered his mind a voice once more prodded itself into existence.
“Master you see what I does for you I kill all those who where mean to you all those who was a evil to you know you take osaron and slay more filth. You are the lord of osaron takes yours a how you say rightful place!”
“They no stop you fore I know you’re strength I was born with you we are not we you is I”
“What kind of demon are you throw yourself from my body leave.
I leave you die yous needs me master down forget that hiding me because you thinks I am strange ill be damned your city folk where going to kill you so I dids it for you eyes let you know that you owe me ….you owe us yes us does deserve to be repaid for what we’ve done!” said the decrepit voice conversing within tony mind as though it was the prison of this being.
“What are you " how "who -what are you in me for.” Spoke tony waiting impatiently as he weighed the odds against wither his families death provoked his insanity.

Master as you do not remember let us drift into the past for I am not the only who entitles you master there shall be a wreak and a havoc on the world who have treated you so …let us go back to the night you lay in the cold .
Zea’s origin
As the boy was placed upon the foot of the snow blanketed porch on this cold but weary silent night for a great evil had occurred….