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Tangled Webs; Not too proud of this work
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Post #1 Jan 7 2010, 08:45 PM Sgt. Tacoz
Yeah, I'm not too proud of this, but it's done and it needs to be reviewed so that I can at least try to make it better. v.v
Correction: I hate this story. =.=






Rooms can be just like prisons, or tombs if you’re morbid enough. Four walls and a window. Rooms are more knowledgeable than any history book ever made, their four faces watching, hearing, knowing everything that happens among them. You’d be amazed at what can be hidden behind walls, their facades impeccable in any situation. They could hide a murder, or domestic violence, or a simple con’s stash.

Tales of history in textbooks can be muddied and molded by the hands of historians playing playwrights. Half the time you would never be the wiser had not the true history been passed down from those within the very walls to first record the history as it happened. The tale I am about to tell you is one such instance, wiped from the history books and the minds of all, at least most all.

It all began back in the time of kings and castles, in lands now lost from the maps and books alike. A battle between kings, a twisted plot, a final end. The great turning point of the war happened within a room, a room full of dark secrets and darker intentions.

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“Scribe,” Emperor Larred barked out to the timid young man who sat in the corner holding a scroll of parchment in his shaking hands. He was dressed in an elaborate tunic of blue and white with his long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. “Be sure you don’t miss a single word of what I am about to tell you. Understand?” The Emperor said as he looked at the young man with his dark blue eyes.

“Y. . .Ye . . Yessir.” The young man said as he timidly grabbed at his quill and poised it to begin writing.

“This war is coming to an end, and I wish to make sure that my efforts are not forgotten.” Larred said as he folded his hands behind his back and made his way to the window. The air outside rang with the clash of swords and armor like the bells on a Sunday morning. The field below the buttress was covered in a black mass of people, slowly working its way closer to the castle doors.”It all started when war was declared between our nations, mine and Emperor Jakov’s.” The Emperor said as he began to pace the room, articulating his narrative with his hands, as if it would make himself sound more majestic or masterful. The scribe’s scratchy quill brushing against the parchment filled the room and blocked out the sounds of battle to the Emperor.

“When war was declared we were stronger, able to hold them off in the vast plains between our homesteads,” Larred began his story to the scribe, though he surely knew it already. “ But resources were not forever abundant. Soon we had lost any footing we had in weaponry and armory as they took control of the ore mines.” The Emperor’s gaze wandered towards the window once more as he pulled a hand down his face.

“After we began to lose the battles, one by one our cities feel and the enemy advanced. Jakov was merciless in his conquest, and all seemed to be hopeless.” Emperor Larred paused for a breath, as he began again he was interrupted.

“Why so melodramatic?” The shadowy figure called out from the corner. “You’ll live on, it’s not like this is really your end.” The figure rose from the chair it sat in and walked into the streaming sunlight. It was a man, slightly older than Larred, with long black hair and green eyes. He was not a commoner because the clothes he wore were crafted of fine looking materials with ornate coloring and an intricate emblem upon the front.

“Quiet, Jakov.” Larred said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh. “I had it all planned out how to leave behind my history and you had to interrupt me. Now where was I?” He said to no one in particular as he resumed pacing.

“You were talking about some silly advance by the enemy,” Jakov said with a sneer as he looked at the scribe who was shaking worse than before. “But you seemed to forget that at every point you called the surrender. You never had any intention of winning and you hid it behind a mask of strategic retreat to keep the people on your side, didn’t you?” Jakov said this as he walked up to Larred and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Keep your hands off of me.” Larred said as he glared at Jakov.

“All right, relax. It will all be over and done with soon.” Jakov said as he walked towards the window. “Don’t you just love the sound of battle?” Jakov said as he turned to face Larred, revealing a grin fit to paint the face of even the most insane killers.

“The sooner this is done with, the better.” Larred said with a soft sigh as he took a seat in one of the large chairs in the center of the room. “You are sure that you will spare me and make me your advisor in the New World?” The Emperor said as he rested his head upon a fist and looked at the empty table before him.

“Of course, you shall be my second when I control this empty world.” Jakov said as he took the seat across from Larred. “Just be patient, dear brother.” Jakov said as he sat in the chair, his posture speaking as if he was sitting in the throne.

The look of surprise on Larred’s face was obvious as the word escaped Jakov’s lips. The look of surprise faded and was quickly replaced by a look of anger that was unmistakable.

“I told you never to call me that.” Larred said as he slammed his fist on the table. “We are no longer brothers, I just see it fit to work with you in this situation.” He said as he looked away from Jakov hoping to hide the look of his guilt as it washed over his face like a stream of water.

“Oh, why must you be so hurtful?” Jakov said with a mock look of sadness on his face. “You can never hide that fact, we are what we are.” He said as he stood from the chair and looked down at Larred.

No sooner had Larred looked up at Jakov than the sounds of beating feet filled the hallway outside and sounds of urgent yelling came muffled through the door. Larred stood and turned to face the door when he saw Jakov’s curious stare and heard the noise. As he stood the door bust open and the commander of Larred’s army, Allen Krish, fell in. He brought the stench of death and blood upon his body and he broke into the room and filled the silence with his jagged breathing.

“Sir, they’ve . . .” Allen began to speak only to have his words trail off. His face remained in a painted form of shock as he stared at what Larred and Jakov. “Wh . . . what’s the meaning of this, sir?” Allen asked as he looked back and forth from the face of Jakov to that of his Emperor, Larred.

“Nothing you should know, Commander.” Jakov said with a grin as he began to walk towards the bent over form of the commander.

“What do you plan to do, Jakov?” Larred asked him cautiously as he watched Jakov’s motions across the room towards Allen.

“Just making sure he stays quiet.” Jakov said as he pulled out an ornate, obsidian dagger and rubbed the flat of the blade across his palm. “Now stay still, will you?”

“Wait!” Larred said as he watched Jakov nearing the weakened commander. “He won’t talk, I swear.”

“Now now, you can’t promise that can you?” Jakov said as he stopped his advance and turned to face Larred. “Look away if it pains you so.” Jakov said as he reached back and quickly dredged the black blade through Allen’s throat.

Larred watched as his commander fell to the floor, grasping a hand around his throat as he tried to call out. The sound of the gargling blood sounded like a babbling river as the Emperor closed his eyes and tried to look away from the sight.

“Now sound your surrender, brother.” Jakov said as he walked away from the body, shaking the blood from his black blade like raindrops.

“Scribe, be sure this never gets out.” Larred said as he walked over the large window and opened it wide to let the outside take the events of the room out with the soft breeze. The unmistakable sounds of a blade diving through the sea of flesh and muscle met his ears, though from inside the room. Larred closed his eyes as he picked up the white flag leaning against the wall, just beyond the window’s eyes. He waved the flag back and forth, the sign of surrender like a spotlight to those fighting below. Larred watched as his men stopped fighting, as did Jakov’s, at the sign of the flag from the window.

“Very good.” Jakov said from behind Larred as he witnessed the fighting stop as well.

“Just end this now and we can move on.” Larred said as he began to turn and face Jakov. Larred watched as Jakov stood there with his arms open in a waiting embrace, though he only stared back.

“What’s this, you don’t care for a hug from your new leader?” Jakov said as he passed Larred by and stood at the window to look down below.

“No.” Larred replied bluntly as he watched Jakov give a signal of his own from the window. He knew that bellow his me who did not submit to Jakov’s would be slaughtered mercilessly.

“Come now,” Jakov said as he left the window and wrapped and arm around Larred’s shoulder, ushering him out of the room. “The new reign is about to begin.”

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Now you can chose to believe what I tell you or you can ignore it all together, the choice is obviously yours. What happened in that room was a great act of treachery, a testament to the black hearts of all humans. Jakov was later defeated by an assassin and his empire crumbled. Larred was tried for treason of his country and was hanged as punishment. The nations of each would later form one, under a unified flag they would chose to fight. What happens next is all muddled. Some say the new nation was demolished and then absorbed into the empire of Brittan, though they would lose the island to the seas at a later time. This time in history shall never fade, not so long as those who know the truth dare to speak it, so believe or brand me a liar. I know.
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