A forgotten hero, a tragic legend.
In the age of the Dark Ones, many rose against the darkness and lost their lives. Few, if any, survived one encounter with the vile beings, but one such person survived total slavery. Having everything taken from him, Diaz Kade took up his blade to face down his oppressors. One by one, he vanquished the Dark Ones, and then stood to face the last and most powerful one. With every blow of his sword, he cleaved a path to the Dark One’s temple and faced it in the highest tower. It knew him well. It had seized his mind before, and crushed it. All manner of wickedness was unleashed upon the worn hero. For a time, Diaz matched his power. Some would even say he rivaled it. But, as the battle drew on, Diaz’s strength faltered. One by one, the blows began to take their toll. Until finally, he fell to one knee. As the ground around his feet was being swallowed by the void, Diaz supported himself on his blade. The Dark One drew close, savoring the moment of his death. It’s jaw unhinged and elongated as it began to siphon away his soul. His eyes grew heavy, his vision blurred as the world began to fade away. Suddenly, he began seeing instances in his life. Traveling with Her, the incident in the cornfield, Her solemn words, his friends who fell, finding Her again, and finally That Day. These memories came flooding into his mind like a tidal wave and in one instance He was was back to That Day in the court yard. He had found Her once again after so long. Though the taint of the Dark Ones had destroyed his mind he could never forget Her. He never wanted to be apart from Her again and would do anything to make Her happy. Only Her presence seemed to cure his madness. Only Her touch could warm his frozen, shattered heart. Only Her, and until this time, he could never find the words to tell Her how much She meant to him. He wouldn’t let the moment escape him. Taking pursuit he followed Her out into the courtyard. As he stepped into the open, his vision was jarred by a flash of light. As his eyes recovered, the blur of two figures caught his attention. His vision sharpened and in an instant his heart fell from joy to horror. There She stood, her healing presence, Her redeeming touch, and tear soaked fearful eyes, as the last of the Dark Ones’ claw gripped her delicate throat. It motioned to him, giving a nod. Though its face was of the darkest shadow, Diaz could see its smirk. He readied himself, drawing his blade. Suddenly, the shade duplicated itself and launched its assault. They matched each others every move, but but Diaz soon found he was no match. As he fell, the Dark One’s double returned to the original still gripping Her throat. It laughed and mocked his weakness, declaring such inadequacy should be punished. Diaz’s eyes grew wide as he turned to face the black visage. In an instant, Her body erupted, impaled from every possible angle with spikes as black as the void itself. Only Her face was left unharmed. It wanted him to see her expression, remember it, and anguish over it. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished…His mind returned to the present. He found new strength, his body seemed to move on its own accord. Just as the Dark One embraced him to finish its feast, his blade found its way through both of their hearts. They both fell to the cobble stone floor soaked in Diaz’s vengence. He had won, but lost everything….