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The excutioner was cursed?[A short tale of legends]

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WiVο

Junior Member

01-16-2015

Coming to the misty island of doom with no fear is respectable but also foolish, either way nobody lived
to tell a tale some said it was the ghosts of those who suffered on this ground but they were wrong it
was who made them suffer he’s immortal but he’s not alive either ,the myth says he has no heart nor
brain he had a lantern tied around his waist ,a key around his neck his face is hollow seen from his torn
open mouth and once you looked in his glowing green eyes you lose thy will to survive .Self-preservation
the most primal instinct of the human psyche vanished within the second. the moon light ascends upon
him with a shiver to the watcher’s neck .
The story begun in Demacia
land of the noble and brave also known to be the highland of justice, and there was many enemies that
want to subdue Demacia to its own will, forging steel for them and holding possession of its undaunted
vanguards .It is a true power yes, but power does not submit easily .
The king Jarvan lightshield the third did not permit any neglecting of the law, although some did not
care and proceeded with their wicked plots but they were not weak .
The Jellywitch bewitched the king’s lust for a queen, her scheme was too thick that no one would’ve
ever doubted, she reached Demacia as the queen of the blueshell castle hails from north-west of
demacia that ruled an island rumored to be sunken ,a parade of purple and blue ,slaves carrying its
queen that she revived to her service .The drunk sailors rumor did not lie she was pretty as a mermaid
,deep sea blue eyes ,pale soft skin like a jellyfish with a shade of soft blue .The king was convinced that
the mirage she created as an island is true .Lining his men to welcome her to the city and show her the
way to the castle .Royal red carpet from the gate to the castle soldiers aligned right and left and the
king’s eyes fixed at her keen on the view ,however Xin zhao his right hand was full of doubt he knew the
king and his king has never shown any weaknesses until now that he’s about to fall to his knees .
Xin could not charge the army as the king is to command and so he waited but there was something else
that the king did not see only some noticed that she was not human Xin remembered he fought her
once before as he was shipping armoury to Demacia’s north base camp when the mist surrounded
them they collided on rocks within the salty water and he had to throw down his spear which tip was
bigger than his head and break the rocks with force his men also pulled the ship from behind from the
other ship as he was the only man onland creatures crawled from the water they appeared as shadows
in the mist around but Xin is not to be equaled to any man he swooshed his spear in circles like it was
part of his arm killing those creatures still his curiosity outmatched him as he walked to see what are
those creatures .Stung on touching the lower body the mermaid he boarded to the ship she had a pelvis
of a jellyfish .Furthermore he cut her stings off just when he got ill of her venom .those who survived the
shipment know of this but did they notice .
The night ,high ranks sit with the soldiers to abort the rumors and raise their morale .Xin confirmed the
rumor to the men who’d notice but he kept it secret so snitches don’t catch it .”what’s the plan cap’n”
he illustrated the smartest plan possible that will avoid causalities and it was to expose her legs as she
had no footsteps probably thin tentacles but how is she walking she had to be big deal he thought using
some kind of magic perhaps to keep her floating? ...she’s the witch she was behind the shipment crisis
exposing her will only bring the whole army to his doom but it was too late he thought it out a moment
away from the plan his men were lined beside the king facing the queen xin stood behind the king to his
right side the men drew their swords as to kneel to their king yet they did not tip the sword to the
ground only through her lower body on her falling xin jumped over the king’s head swinging his sword
cutting off her arms and he was right she had no legs but long purple stings that went orange on its
shave and her hair was like medusa except it was not snakes merely more stings .but it was too late the
king was already under her charm she killed as a reaction to the threat .
Jarvan the fourth the prince was stunned and could not move a finger he also was deceived as he father
was.Noxus was pleased to hear from its spies about this, they were worried that Demacia had got more
allies and they rallied their men to go hunt the Demacians .luckily Jarvan the prince expected this to
happen as he sent for Quinn’s hawk valor to scout Noxus ,valor did not take long to deliver the news
that noxus is hitting with its full brawn and so the prince rallied all his warriors to face Noxus at its gates
of course he would not besmirch the gates of Demacia with the Noxians blood and foul substances .
nevertheless the witch was pretty much alive he had to leave someone behind to make sure she’s
getting executed formally but Xin zhao had already put his strategy by leaving it to the vanguards as
their shields immune to magic and Quinn to bring the news of war to them.
a day based passed from Jarvan IV’s march the city is filled with people gossiping about the crows this
day and does it have to do anything with the death of the king sooner the questions has been answered
as the vanguards pushed her grey body that was covered by shredded black cloth as she was floating
calmly to the hanging of hers they didn’t know that it wasn’t the jellywitch they never knew as they
didn’t see what had happened the day before. the pit they threw her in because of the confusion that
the war preparation caused .Her sister Crowera swapped places with her saving her sister from her
death by making the crows carry her on blinding the two soldiers guarding the pit .
Crowera was tingling to start her show itching to make all those people suffer indeed she’s the sadistic
sister .the jellywitch wanted to control and subdue not destroy and corrupt like her sister and so she
stung the crowitch’s arms on touching her in the pit .
Her arms swayed simultaneously back and forth, lumbering then stumbling upon the last stair and her
head was pressed to the ground by the executioner’s boot,and there was no rope only a huge cross and
nails with a hammer on the side of it.Although he was nailing her hands she felt nothing thanks to the
venom that killed the bond of the sisterhood and filled it with vengeance fuelled by the treachery of her
own sister she had only gore in her mind .Curses followed on and on spitting black blood with foul words
that had the rhythm of poetry her eyes got rapid and levitated from the ground.
Clouds flew in tremendous speed black clouds all above .A storm of crows the people ran but the
executioner did not stand idle by he had to do it even if it was his final act running across the stage
above the table taking a jump the world felt so slow sweeping engraving a mortal wound in her neck the
witch’s face looked white as she felt her clock is about to stop .
Black waterfall above the stage , crows diving into him pecking his flesh but that was not it the hay grew
from within replacing what’s been eaten bones getting transfigured into wood and there was something
that was missing, a head up until she cut a piece from her cloth and threw it between his shoulders a
moment later it started bloating until it was as full as a balloon after that his face popping from the bag
but it was imprisoned, struggling to break open the bag stretching it from every side up until he pushed
his face through the front with all his mighty through the head and it was torn open crying in the same
way as crow for the reason that he was reborn, and the green gas started leaking out of his eyes .
Before this moment the scarecrow wasn’t any better from any mere farm scarecrow then the final
moment ticked
The witch couldn’t complete the curse the wound was too deep for her to continue she looked at his
torn out face and CRIED with her foul green breath going into the holes in his head granting him ability
power shouting at him “AVENGE ME!“ the key around his neck glew brighter as her scream faded away
He turns his back to the witch with vengeful aura toward those who are running and waves his scythe in
circles along with the crows in motion as they made a tornado around him that you can scarcely see him
.He stood like a scarecrow making cross with his body ,the vengeful aura sculpt a black gleam out of his
chest harvesting every drop of vengeance in his soul he shakes rapidly as if he’s about to explode
DISSAPEARED WITH THE CROWS,
flashes from the execution stage appearing in the middle
His crow fleets flew after the people .the air around him was dense with a screeching sound dwelling
around him ,draining the souls that crosses his path leaving hollow skin as their remains and those who
are not yet drained are running out of stamina to his sharp edged wooden legs that were chasing them
,although his hopping from leg to leg made almost no sound ,they felt every step he took as if he was a
giant that was about to eat them Crows pecking brains and slurping intestines.
But the unfair fight didn’t last much long.
CHAPTER TWO
The might of Demacia Leader of the dauntless Vanguard leading his men out of the barracks soon to
figure out it was a really bad situation ,as he turns his back to his men to raise their morale discovering
that they’ve all fled from his back due to the howling of the horror in the city but five .
His back shields Gregore,Crajoy,Lagertha,Mirthis and Grominus ,their armor were similar to his but they
were quite smaller than him,he had a Great tall corpse for a body with massive armour shoulders with
his enormous mighty sword that was as tall as one of his men .. He looked like the armoured giant from
the fairy tales. No wonder the barracks ceilings were built like that.
He said not a word only heatedly drew his breath with Wrath on his face oh he was livid raising his
sword slowly toward the heavens crying for battle with voice like thunder, his eyes he was both
infuriated and disgusted by his soldiers’ action and his blood was fuming by the destruction of the city
his temper was getting red for each step he took until he laid eyes on the responsible for this
horrendous crime ,he didn’t recognize him the executioner his best drinking buddy ,his eyes could only
see red and all that was going on his head was to ram justice on fiddle's tread or to lie dishonorably
dead.
Tucking his shoulders ,leaning forward and positioning the tip of his sword to the front ,running forward
in hulking steps heading to mash the culprits with his wrath and fury shaped in his Demacian steel with
rainbow pattering.
He couldn’t wait his increased and his steps got thunderous that you could feel his hostility from far
away CLASHING into his enemy. He couldn’t afford to lose, he was Demacia’s last hope.
Meanwhile another fight had already started
The guardian of the towers, she ran and jumped from tower to tower ringing the bells of danger a
breach has happened within the walls of Demacia ,but it wasn’t as easy as said ,she was being stumbled
by the crows but she never fell ,she stepped on crows midair to regain her balance while shooting at
incoming crows with her crossbow ,Quinn’s blue hawk helped her see within her blind spots saving her
from deadly blows .screeched at the crows fighting them making it rain motionless crows with his
tremendous strength and mobility until his surrounding blackened by vicious amount of crows that got
Quinn worried.
She jumped onto the highest summit of Demacia the crucible tower and fired a thousand arrow
THWISHS
! Cutting through the wind aiming the crows around Valor firing in a rapid speed that you could
hear her strings twang by the skin of your teeth. Squadron of arrows darkened the sun ,their only
objective to save Valor .Quinn never misses she would never hurt Valor and she knew that that he trusts
her with his whole life .Valor felt the arrows cutting through the air he even counted the arrows from
the sound of the crossbow as they get nearer he gets ready .
Swings and sways in the narrow space in between the arrows of Quinn, dancing in harmony with the
thwacks of her arrows
he did not attack not once he didn’t need to, his surrounding got brighter ,spotlighting him within these
shadows
A relief of worrying about never seeing the sun again or worse his Quinn.
However the real fight had not yet begun.
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CHAPTER 3
but the battle of the feathered had ended featuring the absolute undisguised resistance of the
undaunted vanguards.
they were on his trail protecting his shadow even when there were no shadows at all ,hustling into the
dark blizzard of black feathers reaching the eye of the storm ,feathers in their eyes ,whirling around
them their vision went from narrower to narrower as the whirlwind got denser and denser .However
Garen was unshaken focusing on his target he knew where was he going although his eyesight was of no
use at all.He never changed his stance shoulds still tucked saving strength to his next blow .
The Clash
.
more
radiant
than the sun itself Garen sprints shouting “DEMACIAAA!”, hurdles and rams his sword
upon fiddle .The blow pushed the air like an explosion just occurred on the impact .fiddle.. on the
contrary was not influenced by the strength of the blow he blocked by simply raising his scythe yet
garen didn’t rely on the first sweat he kept on clobbering with his sword clumping with his thick sabaton
up to the point he made fiddle reel ,faltering back a step or two ,poising himself on his scythe .Standing
steadily on his weapon taunting Garen with mockery except Garen was already filled with wrath yet so
Sweep his sword to the back .Fiddle was dumbfounded up until garen started spinning while gripping his
sword with both arm before the executioner knew it the bottom half was trimmed of his scythe he fell
on his back . that did irritate deeply as he clutched what’s left of his scythe jumped with a spin charging
with a murder by pointing at garen with his scythe’s chine .
Garen had no scratch on his armour for a reason HE CRIED “MY LAND SHALL NOT BE TAKEN FROM ME
“ACCELERATING HIS SPINNINGS .Black feathers scattered in the wind making a small whirlwind around
him,
MOVING HIS SWORD TIP FROM ABOVE TO BELOW, CIRCLING HIS SWORD FROM HAND TO HAND
OVER HIS HEAD TO MAKE HIS SWORD EVEN GO FASTER WITH HIS FEET SUPPORTING HIS SPEED
.
meantime fiddle was gazing at the warrior’s deepest fear looking through his Demacian soul
Garen
seized the opportunity of fiddle’s distraction spinning it loud spinning it hard shredding his cloth cutting
off both of his legs
only to find fiddle lost the thrill in this battle he had other plans he cracks laughing a piercing creepy
scythe in circles, a flock of crows was seen from far away. Quinn shivered and undoubtedly sending her
hawk to the war of Noxus but to warn the Demacians about the tide change.
Garen deep-rooted his sword into the ground kneeling on one leg to fiddle in the same way he did to his
king ,fiddle’s laughter went even more piercing with the black feathered cloud coming nearer making a
feather fog around garen as he was still kneeling to fiddle .
A massive sword breached the vault of heaven penetrating the sky cutting through the air with no sound
descending upon fiddle,the sword had a soul that fiddle could see that it’s indeed a powerful one and a
very dangerous one fiddle’s surrounding got denser with crows and Garen’s steady as a rock a statue of
armor that will not move no matter ,however fiddle never stopped his creepy laughter, his plan made
him thrilled .
the sword is falling and falling going faster and faster Smiting fiddle within his storm of crows .
the dust became fog ,the shock was too loud to hear anything afterward but fiddle was no more for
certain ,as Garen fell on his chest drawing his breathes heavily ,there was no sign of The executioner
neither his crows however he did not flee only retreated to prepare for his plan to fight another day and
bring Demacia to its kneels making Garen tremble and bow to his deepest fear .
To be continued


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WiVο

Junior Member

01-16-2015

sorry i had to delete the previous posts because the new chapter was in the middle of the first one :c
opinions demanded more aspects and here it is.
please point the mistakes I've made so i can get better.
damn i spelled the title it wrong LOL


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NoExCeptionSss

Junior Member

02-11-2015

its amazing


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