The Devil’s Prince
Written By Rosepathfading
“Who are you?” the child demands. The child backed up against the alleyway’s wall as the stranger got closer. “I said, WHO ARE YOU?”
“The one you should listen to” the man began, “You know you have it in you, child. You know the way they look at you” The child slipped his hand under the crate searching for his knife, “have you ever heard what they say? one’s a curiosity, two’s a conspiracy-”
“Three’s a curse.” the devil’s child interrupted “You think I haven’t heard that rubbish before?” the seriousness in his face sank in.
“I know you have.” when he glared at the child, he added, “It’s not as if I’m plumbing the depths of your mind, dear child. That is the burden of every Devil Spawn’s heart. Some break under it, some make it their pride and courage, and some revel in it” He tilted his head scrutinizing the child, with that wicked glint in his eyes, “you fight it, don’t you? like a little wildcat, I wager. every little jab and comment just sharpens your claws.”
The people started to chant again. All Ander could think of in the moment was that he needed to get away. The bird like monsters would definitely find him here. Although it is a gladiator stadium, he thinks he can find a way out of the pit. Ander stabs his trident into the ground near the outer edge of the pit climbs up it and leaps onto the net separating him from the people watching the fight. The person he is fighting notices him and launches a spear towards him. The spear would have hit him unless he had quickly leaned left. Ander’s adrenaline was really pumping at that moment. He knew his competitor would try to climb up next to him and throw him down to the rock solid ground. Ander sped up the cargo net and eventually made it up. One of the people from the crowd noticed this and threw a rock he was tossing up and down. The sharp rock jabs into Ander's side. Ander feels the rock’s sharp side touch a bone in his hip. He screams in pain and almost falls to the ground, luckily he could manage to grab a small bit of the rope about 30 feet above the ground. He continues to scramble up the cargo net this time with the spear his competitor had thrown at him. Ander has a hard time remembering how he got there. He knows that it had to with waking up somewhere and being put in the stadium. Ander pulls up his shirt in the spot the rock jabbed him and notices a severe gash. Blood leaks down his leg as he continues to climb. His hands start to grow tired. 30 seconds into his climb the cargo net shakes. All Ander could think is I need to keep climbing. Ander looks down only to see his competitor speeding up the net. Ander’s fierce grip was starting to subside. His competitor was a tall thin elf with long blond hair and Jet black eyes Ander stops for a moment and notices a small pendant hung around their neck. The pendant glows for a second then stops. Ander wonders if it is an artifact. He continues to climb until he is about 60 feet above the ground. Ander’s heart pounds as his hands start to slip. “No!” Ander screams as he starts to fall “βλαστός” Ander whispers under his breath. If Ander can’t find a way out of this stadium the Skraelings will surely find him and take him into custody. Overhead a flock of birds caw repeatedly as Ander continues to plummet. Ander screams and holds his spear towards the ground as he gets closer to the ground. THIS IS THE WORST Ander thinks in his head. After he stole from the Skraelings his life fully changed, he had to live on the streets, hide his identity, and even fight other urchins and beggars for food. The force from his fall really came back to sting, when his spear head hit the ground the force went straight up to him and also the shaft of the spear cracked and splintered his hands. His opponent jumped down from the 20 foot height they had climbed without saying a word. They landed in a three point crouch Ander noticed the pendant again and this time it was red.
“Let’s get this over with” The elf said, holding up their fists as they pulled Ander up from the ground. Ander’s splintered hands could not manage a fight so he decided to run. He slipped away from the elf’s grasp and dashed to the other side of the pit looking for an exit. “You're a tricky one” the elf says to Ander. Those words make Ander think that this elf had fought others before. The guard that had stood next to Ander as he woke up had called the elf the gladiator stadium’s ‘Champion’ which probably meant other people had fought this ‘champion’.
“So you're a champion?” Ander calls out to the elf with a grin spread across his face. “That probably means that you have fought others who have begged mercy to you”
“Sure” The elf answers, “I’ve had people beg for mercy to me”
“Well I’m not gonna beg” Ander says with a hope that his plan will work. “I’m only gonna ask for a favor, When you kill me bury me properly in Jury Town, Will ‘ya”
“Sure…” The elf says confused at my plan. “So… Do I just kill you?”
“Yes” Ander says with confidence in his voice. “Just take this knife” Ander says pulling a knife from his shirt and handing it over to the elf. The elf gladly accepts it and walks behind Ander “Make it quick” Ander asks. Just before the elf is able to stab Ander he jumps away. The elf falls to the ground dead just as Ander had hoped. “Poisoned handle” Ander sighs “Works every time” Ander grabs the elf’s hand dishonorably and drags his body to the center of the ring. The crowd cheers as Ander waves towards them. Just as the Crowd had started cheering they had stopped, quickly Ander realizes why they did. A Giant walks from a now open doorway he’d seen before. The Giant sits on a humongous floating throne in which has beautiful engravings imprinted on it. The Giant leans down from his seat and grabs the elf.
“Poor champion” The Giant says in his big broad voice. The Giant is wearing a simple chestplate and has a belt tightly tied around his waist. The belt has a leather sheath on it holding a huge sword in it. A pair of dragon scale leggings covers up his hairy legs. A skilled tailor must have been needed to dress this Giant. The giant asks for Ander’s name and he answers by saying Nefa (NAY-fuh) In Clostorium Nefa was the name of all unnamed orphans anyone with the name Nefa would not be treated well. The reason that Ander called himself this is because if he said his real name, the Giant might realize that he was the one, that he was the one who stole from the Skraelings which might make him turn Ander in. The common name Nefa was usually changed so that orphans and other people would not get confused. “You now going to live in stadium” The Giant says with his dumb voice. At that point Ander feels a buzzing on his neck, when he looks towards his neck there is the same type of necklace the elf had. Ander then starts to feel dizzy, the pendant starts to glow as had the elf’s when they had fallen to the ground, dead. Then as fast as you could say ‘frostfish’ Ander fell to the ground unconscious.
When Ander woke up he was hazed. He sat up in a canopy bed and looked around himself. The room he was in had a wall made of glass while the others were made of adamantine steel, he had guessed. The wall had a rack on it. The rack was made of wood -birch probably- Ander had known a lot about materials when he was a kid, which is why he knew it was birch, and why he knew it was adamantine. The rack is filled with weapons, swords, spears, halberds, flails, whips, all of the weapons you could think of. Ander picked up a club and walked to the window. A windmill sits on a silent field filled with un-harvested grain. A scarecrow stares at Ander while he looks towards a farmer coming out of a barn up on a hill. Ander pulls the club above his head and bashs the window, the thing is though it didn’t break. Ander remembers a story from when he was a kid of an unbreakable rock in which he heard it melted and soon turned to glass. Ander goes back to the bed after resting the club back on the finely crafted rack he had looked at before. Ander sits looking out the window staring at the farmer who walks down rows and rows of wheat. Then another person walks out of the barn. This time it’s a girl. She walks behind the farmer with a wheelbarrow, picking up any wheat the farmer -who the girl had brought a hat for- had cut. Ander hears a knocking on what seemed like a wall before but Ander now knew it as a door, the reason that he hadn’t noticed it was because it seemed like an artifact, meaning that it had one magical ability attached to it like an accessory on a lucky, rich person’s head. Ander walks over to the door and opens it only to see nothing.
“Down here fighter boy” A gruff voice says. Ander quickly looked down to notice a dwarf not your regular dwarf, not like a mining dwarf, more just like a battle dwarf. “The name’s Lydia. I am a dwarf and I am here to tell you the rules”
“What rules?” Ander asks curiously.
“The gladiator rules” The dwarf says frustrated. “Rule numba’ one, no tricks. Rule numba’ two, only weapons you have on your rack and three ya’ must hona’ everyone you are able to kill” Ander instantly realizes that he had violated all three rules that the dwarf had listed when he fought the elf. “My friend Lonmuth will be your servant. When both gladiators agree you will be able to do a ‘tag team’ style fight with your servant I am another gladiators serva-” A knock at the door interrupts her. I open the door (this time looking down) to see another dwarf, this one male. His overalls partially cover up a blue shirt and he wears a weird smaller-sized hat he had donned on the way in. “Lonmuth!” Lydia cries, noticing his long beard and green eyes hidden under his hat.
“Yes Lydia” Lonmuth mumbles as Lydia raps him in a giant bear hug, “It is me. So is this the-” Lonmuth pauses and looks down at a piece of paper, “Ander?” Lonmuth says looking up at Ander from his slip of paper. Ander stuck out his hand offering a friendly hand-shake after nodding quickly. Lonmuth looks back at the paper declining Ander’s offer. “So tomorrow after breakfast -don’t eat too much- you will fight-” Lonmuth looks back at the paper again. Forgetful Ander thinks in his head “Alamin Rockwater. That means you have first fights”
“Heh” Ander says laughing at the ‘broad’ title. “So I just wait here?” Ander asks helplessly as he should be new to the place.
“Here” Lydia says, handing a piece of paper that was stuffed in her weirdly placed ‘Ankle pocket’ Ander hadn’t seen before. The pocket looked like a different fabric then the trousers cotton, maybe? Ander wondered. “By the way, you won’t be having ‘Picked Fights’ today” The dwarfs left the room as Ander starts to unfold the paper. He looks up to notice the artifact door of his room fading back into the adamantine wall opposite of the glass proving that it really was an artifact. Ander finishes unfolding the parchment to see a list of times
8;30 - 9:00 Breakfast
9:00 - 9:30 First fights for first fight gladiators
9;30 - 10;00 Second fights for second fight gladiators
10:00 - 11:30 Practice for first fight gladiators
11:30 - 12;30 Practice for second fight gladiators
12:30 - 1:00 Lunch
1:00 - 2:30 Free time (practicing, chilling, eating)
2:30 - 5:30 Picked fights
5:30 - 7:00 Dinner
7:00 - 8;00 (AM) Sleep/Free time (only chilling/practicing if you choose practice than use a silence charm on you and your weapon)
Ander looked towards a clock-type artifact hung on the wall left of his canopy bed. It said 9:37 which meant the start of the second fight. Ander decided that that meant ‘free time’ for him “Yippee” he says with a groan in the back of his throat, this growling noise reminds him of his wolf encounter in the woods back when he was seven, those woods had been conveniently named ‘the forest of vines’ which left him with a lot of escape options including vines. Ander layed down on his bed and looked up at the cloth draped over him (the part that makes it a ‘canopy bed’) the cloth was clearly velvet, the kind where you could brush it back and forth making it lighter and darker. But in between each square of velvet there was another square made out of a fabric -in which Ander thought it was felt. But it was cut into a story, like the ones you find near a temple. The story that the squares showed were of him! It showed his now bright eyes, the knife, the cargo net, his trident, and the elf, another square showing him standing near his servant Lonmuth with a sword in hand. Right as Ander starts to doze off he hears another knock at the door. “UGH!” Ander moans making sure the person at the door didn’t hear. He slumps towards the door and opens it as it magically appears on the door again. Lydia stands there with a handaxe.
“Follow me” Lydia says, dragging Ander through the hallway with her fierce grip. How can I follow you if you are dragging me? Ander thinks making sure Lydia doesn’t realize his grim attitude. She walks towards what seems like another artifact door and whispers a word, “Spegitar” Once she says this word the wall makes a crackling noise and a door appears. She opens it and pushes Ander in “Have fun!” she says in a fake enthusiastic voice. The room he appears in looks like a herbology lab. Plant pots are on mushroom stools from a door and the right wall a tall dryad female walks out.
“What are you doing here?” The dryad asks. Ander shrugs not knowing why Lydia had him go in here. “OH!” The dryad then realizes why he was there. She walks him over to a door (not an artifact) and opens it. In the new room, there are three terrarium-style cases. One of them has a bunch of wolves in it, the second one has owls, and the third had a skulk of foxes in it. “By the way, my name is Bessera. I’m the herbologist of the gladiator stadium. If you come to me with coins I will give you charms, potions, herbs, you get my gist” then Bessera spread out her arms to the three terrariums. “Pick one”
“Wait seriously?” Ander asks politely.
“Yes…” Bessera says it is the most normal thing for an orphan to get a pet wolf for free. Bessera spreads out her arms again. “So… What's your choice?” Bessera asks awkwardly. Ander adjusts where he is standing knowing what a pleasure it was to now have a pet animal at his side -while battling people in a gladiator stadium, what more could a kid want?
Ander takes his time choosing. He knows he won’t do the wolf because of the wolf thing… He now has to choose between the fox & the owl. Ander decides the fox because of it’s pretty fall-leaf-like fur coat. “The Fox” Ander says walking towards the fox’s terrarium.
“So,” Bessera says, pleased with his decision “Which one?” Bessera then grabs a ladder leaned against the wall and props it up. “Go on in,” she says joyfully. Ander cautiously climbs the ladder and hops in. The terrarium wasn’t much from the outside but on the inside Ander felt as if he was in the middle of a foxes den. A little cave with a few kits was in one corner while a tree was on the opposite side. The foxes were beautiful, around a dozen of the foxes in the fake terrain were red while around three brown ones sat under the tree. One of the brown ones comes over to Ander and licks his leg with it’s soft, probably three year old tongue. It hops up on Ander’s lap and continues to lick.
“It’s got to be this one” Ander calls as he climbs up the ladder with the three year old fox resting on his shoulder.
“Nice choice,” Bessera says. “I’ll just add some Purgla Spice…” Bessera says taking out a little vial of powder. “There we go” she says after rubbing some on Ander’s foxe’s furry stomach. Once she applies the powder, the fox gets just a bit bigger, probably the size of a hound dog. “That’ll make your fights more fair,” Bessera says walking towards the location of the artifact door.
“Thanks Bessera,” Ander says, happy with his new pet. “But about the pet… will I be fighting with it?” Ander asks cautiously.
“Did your servant not tell you?” Bessera asks not answering his question.
“Well then,” Bessera says. “Whenever you have a fight, your animal will be with you” Ander then thinks that what he thought the noise he heard as he fought the elf was a Skraelings call. It must have just been the elf’s pet! Few! Ander thinks knowing that the Skraelings aren’t looking for him here!
“Is there a way I can make it smaller?” Ander asks remembering the lively feel of having a small fox curled on your neck.
“Oh yeah!” Bessera says forgetting this very important fact. “Just say coyela” once Bessera says this Ander’s fox shrinks back to its normal size. “What’ll you name it?” Bessera asks Ander hopefully intrigued.
“Um…” Ander says slowly, “How about... Vliladine” Ander says louder in his second sentence.
“Nice,” Bessera says. “Well have a good day!” Then she whispers the same word Lydia had said before. “Spegitar” Spegitar Ander thinks what can Spegitar do for me? When Ander walks into the hallway he hears a snore.
“Honk… SHOO” Lonmuth snores from the left of Ander.
“WAKE UP!” Ander yells.
“AGH!” Lonmuth shrieks as he jolts up from the ground. “What were you doing in the herbology room?”
“Well, Coyela” Ander whispers from the moment he said those words, his fox had jumped down to the ground and transformed into the larger sized fox he had seen before. Whenever Ander says those words or the word Spegitar, he feels the magic in his pendant Ander reaches towards his new pet fox and pats it’s back. “Who’s a good Vliladine? You are? You are?” Ander asks rhetorically to the fox.
“Vliladine?” Lonmuth asks clearly not getting Ander’s gesture.
“Yeah, my foxe’s name” Ander says as Lonmuth finally gets it. Lonmuth points down the long hallway towards the far end. He starts to walk and Ander follows. At the end of their walk they get to a blank wall. “Spegitar” Ander says as Lonmuth looks at him.
“You know it?” Lonmuth asks, impressed. Ander and the dwarf walk into the now open grove with training dummies and targets lining the outside of this grove. Behind each target there is a stack of hay bales. To Ander’s left there is a chest and to the right there is a quiver of arrows. Lonmuth decides to go towards the chest so Ander decides to follow. He opens the chest only to see nothing. ”OOPS!” Lonmuth says closing the hood of the chest “Go ahead and do it” Lomuth says gesturing his hands opening the chest. Ander opens it not knowing what will happen if he simply opens a chest. But when he does see all the weapons that had been on the birch rack hung on his wall. There was the club he had banged the window with, there was a scythe, there were swords, there were whips, there was every weapon you could think of. After Ander opens the chest he realizes why he is there, It must be ‘Practice fights for first fight gladiators’ time Ander thinks remembering the paper Lydia had handed him. “Which one?” Lonmuth asks, reaching in and grabbing a Battleaxe.
“Um...” Ander says looking at all the choices laid out in front of him. He reaches in, picks up a scythe and hacks at a tree. With one swipe at the tree it had fallen. “It’s got to be this,” Ander says as the half of the tree that was resting on the ground hovers back up to the stump and re-attaches itself. Ander takes another swipe just to make sure. The tree falls and reforms again. Ander leans against the wall, “So... what do we do now?”
“Well,” Lonmuth starts, “We need to go to the armory,” He says as he walks through the trees like a serpent zig-zagging through a maze. Once they get to the other side of the grove, Ander notices an outlining of a door.
Vliladine hops down from Ander’s shoulder with a yelp. The fox (now magically in big form) rubs it’s soft muzzle on the doorway and it pops open “He knows it too?” Ander says surprised. Ander, Lonmuth, and Vliladine walk in through the doorway. When Ander walks in he feels as if there was a heatwave that had just flowed through the doorway. The room (by Ander’s perception) looks like a blacksmith’s workshop racks of weapons hang on the wall, a furnace is positioned in the corner of the room. On a workbench bolted into the ground in front of a worktable sits a Satyr. The Satyr jolts around with a knife in hand.
“Who goes there?” the Satyr yells. Once he turns Ander gets a look at him. The Satyr is wearing an apron. He has a utility belt tightly fastened around his waist. A leaned back welding helmet ‘adorns’ his head.
“Lonmuth and a new gladiator” Lonmuth says in a calming voice not realizing the question was aimed to be rhetorical. The Satyr calms down as he wipes the same wet substance covering Ander off his forehead as the heat finally gets over everyone. “This is Ronan,” Lonmuth whispers in Ander’s ear, “he’s the stadium’s blacksmith” Ronan nods accidentally hearing Lonmuth’s proclamation.
“Have you seen Bessera yet?” Ronan asks Ander as he stands up from the bench. Ander silently nods. “I’m just like her, if you want more weapons for ‘yer rack,'' Ronan begins “you’ll just come to me with coins and I’ll give ‘yah more weapons, or even armor” Ronan walks over to a rack of weapons that look like the ones in his rack, but just with more shine, better material (Ander saw a diamond one), and many more types of weapons another rack hangs next to it. On the rack are shields and pieces of armor, leggings, chestplates, helmets, gauntlets, vambraces, greaves, all the pieces of a proper knight’s armor you could think of. Ronan walks up to Ander and grabs the scythe at first Ander is confused, until Ronan walks over to a pot. He dips the scythe’s blade in the pot and quickly sticks it in the furnace. When Ronan takes it out, the blade is coated in a fine coat of what Ander thought was lead. The thing that the pot was filled with was probably powdered lead.
“T- th- thanks” Ander stutters. Ander walks out of the stuffy room with Lonmuth and Vliladine. Ander can’t believe the situation he is stuck in. I am currently a gladiator in a stadium styled to get you killed. I am also just a 12 year old who now has a magical pet fox, a rack filled with deadly weapons, and a lead-coated scythe in which I am directed to kill people with. WOW. “What now?” Ander asks curiously.
“Well...” Lonmuth starts, “we have time to practice” Lonmuth says walking back through the forest of instant-grow indestructible trees. Lonmuth ends up at the chest in which Ander opens as Lonmuth reaches in and takes out a battleaxe. “Wait here” Lonmuth says walking back again through the winding path of trees. After about 1 minute Lonmuth walks back to Ander with the battleaxe attached to his back. Lonmuth turns around, back facing Ander, as Ander realizes that the head of the axe was coated in the same metal as his was back in the forge. “Ronan did this for me” he says with a small dwarfy smile. Lonmuth turns back towards the trees and chops one down the middle. “One thing,” Lonmuth says, stammering at the end of his sentence. “If you get killed…” Lonmuth says his face dropping “I- I- g- ge- get kill- killed… too” Lonmuth turns away Ander can hear snuffling coming from his stifling thin lined mouth. Lonmuth starts hacking away at trees more not caring that they grow back from his rage/depression “here you kill or… yo- you get… killed...'' then Lonmuth walks out of the grove slumping Ander’s hand off his shoulder when he tries to comfort him, grunting.
The Angel, The Devil
Ander lays in bed contemplating Lonumth’s words. You either kill, or get killed. Ander lets the thoughts whiz around in his head until an alarmingly noisy bell gongs just loud enough to go over the ringing of his thoughts. “Must be lunch” Ander Mutters to himself. Ander feels sorry for all the ‘servants’ that have to serve the gladiators. Ander remembers his first fight when he killed the elf. Does that mean the elf’s servant is dead? Ander stands up and walks to his door. He uses the same word he had used before, “Spegitar” the artifact door quickly opens as a result of Ander’s command. Ander remembers Lydia telling him what door were which Ander walks up to a ‘wall’ and opens it with his word. He walks into a room when the door slams behind him “WHAT?” Ander screams. Flames erupt around him a fiery giant rises from the ground,
“I HAVE FOUND YOU!” the cyclopean monster slams his fists next to Ander missing him by inches. Ander rushes from the giant scared to heck mainly because of the giant’s strong build. From the sky a rift seems to stretch open as an angelic heroine flies down from the gap. She hacks a spear towards the monster and circles it as it continues to smash it’s fists.
She yells to Ander, “Get out of here!” as she says it the doorway Ander had come in from opens up again. He dashes through the doorway back into the hallway he had been in before. He runs down the hallway panting, with his hands on his knees. He stops at the door marked: CAFETERIA he uses the magic command in the direction of the door, as it slides open the sweet aroma of beef stew fills his nose. The room is filled with tables, and a buffet-style food area where some full armored fighters were stacking their plates high with beef, mashed potatoes and vegetables. Ander stands in his position for a few seconds breathless from his hasty rush away from the monster.
“Ander!” someone calls, Ander whips his head around to see Lydia sitting at one of the wooden tables. Ander walks over kinda embarrassed from all the faces of barbarians, wizards, archers, and many more looking in his direction from Lydia’s call. Ander plops down on a stool that was leaned against the table. The seat is hard on Ander’s rear end the shape of the seat was curved causing there to be a rounded part in the middle of the chair which shaped his pants in a funky way (temporarily.) “Whatcha doin without Lonmuth?” Ander hesitates.
“He um...” Ander sits there waiting for the tall bearded guy sitting next to Lydia to do anything, other than grunt and sip his wooden cup (in which Ander believes contains mead) when the man belches loudly Ander is sure that guy isn’t some clockwork thingamajig.
“Well then!” Lydia blurts breaking the awkward silence while slamming down her mead cup, “you’ll have to sit with us!” Lydia walks Ander up to the smorgasbord food area. Ander chooses some lettuce, and some beef. They walk back to the table, when Ander hesitates.
“Lydia…” he starts “I have something to… confess, probably the word ‘confess’ isn’t necessary. Lonmuth.. Told me. He told me of what happens to servant’s when gladiators… die” Lydia rests her mug on the table, and sighs relentlessly. “Is it true?”
“Ander...” she says “Yes…” Ander could tell she was going to cry. “Do you want more food?” she asks realizing Ander’s empty plate.
“Lydia, are you okay?” Ander comforts placing his hand on her shoulder. She starts to snuffle when Ander pulls her into a hug.
“Come with me” she says in a nice tone. Ander looks out of the window to see a spear fly by. He dashes over and looks in. From the window it looked like the fiery place he had been in just before going to dinner. The giant one-eyed monster was still there, also with the angelic heroine. She had been the one who had thrown the spear, by Ander’s view because of the directions. The Angel looks towards the window to notice Ander. He quickly looks away from his cheeks reddening. Ander turns to see Lydia approaching. “That’s one of the stadium’s guards. They are called Spentairs. They have come from Salerno to supervise our fights and make sure they don’t get… out of control” Lyida turns away from the window and walks towards the door Ander had entered from. Lydia grunts “You coming, or what?” She walks through the hallways her hands balled into fists. Ander walks slowly behind her wondering, -compared to the fire room- what all the other rooms could have in them. She leads Ander to his room in which they walk into to see Lonmuth sitting on the bench. He looks up and grunts.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“For what?” Ander wondered.
“For putting you through this. That Spentair wouldn’t be in the land of Nadhan, you wouldn’t have had to go to the land of Nadhan, and we all would have been eating right now. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I let go of my control. I feel like this is all my fault.” Lonmuth wraps his arms around Ander and Lydia as they sat next to him. Ander then looks to the past, and the present. Why should he worry about a stupid gladiator’s stadium? He is a Devil’s Child, a Devil Spawn. He is the Devil’s Prince.
Ander sat up in his bed woozily he shook his head trying to get the sleepiness out of him. The giant bell that had sounded at the end of dinner last night rings loudly. Ander pulls down the covers to notice he is wearing the same outfit as yesterday, but clean? He thinks of some handmaiden walking into his room while he was sleeping, changing his clothes. “Bleh!” he hears a knock at the door.
“It’s me!” he hears. Ander’s automatic thought was that Lydia was at the door. Ander calls to tell her to come in. “Happy first day dear Ander!” she says walking in with Lonmuth. She is holding a blown-up Frillhide Blowflop, and a banner saying HAPPY FIRST DAY ANDER! The word Ander looks like it has been erased, and the banner looks old and worn. “Happy first day to yoooooou!”
“What is this?” Ander says lying back down.
“Your Anniversary…?” Lonmuth steps out from behind the banner holding a tray. Ander jolts up realizing there is food on the tray. His plate is layered with eggs, biscuits, ham, and fruit. He dashes out of the bed, grabs the tray and turns back to the bed where he lies and starts ah ‘chompin. “Don’t expect this everyday” she grunts. Ander’s grin fades as they walk towards the door.
“Wait!” he yells to them as the door started to dim back into his wall. They turn, and the fading of the door completely resets. “Thank you. And, one thing” he gestures to the schedule hung near the bed. “What is ‘picked fights?’” Lydia’s brain pops open with possible responses
“Well, picked fights is a time where you can practice your fighting skills against another gladiator. Protection tablets will be provided. Although, they dissolve at dinner. So no cheats!”
Ander thinks for a moment, “Um… Well, I kinda don’t know anyone here. So how do I choose?”
Lydia stares at him “Well… we could pull stones from a hat?”
“Since when have we had hats?” Lonmuth asks. “The tailor only makes clothing. And I don’t think our craftsman makes accessories” Ander shovels a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. A gonging noise just like the wake up bell rings as ander sets his silverware down.
Lydia’s and Lonmuth’s eyes dash to the clock that Ander re-positioned over the doorway. From where Ander lay he didn’t need to look towards the clock. It appeared as eight fifty-five meaning the first fights were in five minutes. Lonmuth and Lydia dashed through the door, not stopping to say the word yet still making it through. Ander lays there dumbfounded until he falls unconscious this time his pendant glowing a soft green.
Ander sits up on a bench dazed. His head swirls as if he was just spinning around in a room filled with black and white lines making him dizzier each millisecond. He is surrounded by other gladiators in full armor. To his left a door creaks open as a Spentair walks in. Next to the bench is a chest identical to the one at the training grove. Lining the other walls are the same benches as the one he is sitting on each one of those have a chest too. Some gladiators were sitting on their benches while others were out in the open, talking to others. Ander looks to his side to see a triton sitting on a bench. The triton was slumped back in his seat, his eyes closed. A slight whistle coming from his nose. A speaker fizzes overhead. *MAY FIGHTERS ANDER REVTONEER AND ALAMIN ROCKWATER GO TO THE READY ROOM* Ander glanced to his side as he stood up the triton sniffs and leans up. “Time to fight '' he says sleepily. Two guards walk over to Ander and the triton in which Ander believes is named Alamin. The guards heavily coated in armor grunt as they look down at Ander’s poor shape and escort them to another room. There, racks upon racks of armor line walls. Alamin walks up to one and dons a chestplate made from scales. Ander wandered around the room applauding the fine craftsmanship put into making them. He found a leather set and quickly put it on.
The guards came up to them and dragged them towards a castle styled drawbridge. Just from ten feet away Ander’s heart was pounding he could hear the crowd screaming. His blood pressure screaming at him from adrenaline rushes. The guards pulled a rope and the door fell down. Ander looked through the dust settling onto the ground after recent fights.
The crowds after seeing Alamin, start chanting. “Alamin! Alamin! Alamin!” Alamin’s pendant glowed a purple-ish-pink as he floated to the opposite side of the pit. From above Ander’s scythe falls to his side. Alamin ends up catching a mace.
From the blank outer walls a giant imprint of a door appears. Out walks the giant. “Welcome to the Ampithateträy stadium!” the giant announced in a loud booming voice. “Each gladiator will now put a number up on their fingers. They will put up two fingers meaning: ‘I would like to fight with my servant’ one finger meaning ‘no I don’t’ now gladiators cast your votes. THREE! TWO! ONE!” Ander quickly flashes two fingers up this being only his second battle. He peers across the battlefield eyes pinched and sees Alamin’s hand raised high with two fingers sticking out. At Ander’s left round fifteen feet away a granite door slides up on the other side of the stadium one does two. Both of the gladiators walk out from the doors.
“Hello boy!” Lonmuth says walking from the narrow hallway Ander can see was behind the door. Lonmuth sticks out his hand as a warhammer falls into it “ready to fight?”
Ander swallows “I guess”
The giant slides from his giant throne back to where he came from as a humongous holographic screen appears in the middle of the stadium. The screen then shows the number 3.
“FIGHT!” the crowd screams as Alamin and his servant (which appears to be some sort of snake-like humanoid.)
“Whatcha waitin for boy?” Lonmuth chided.
“Nothing” Ander ran into the center of the stadium and clashed weapons with the little snake servant. Ander’s scythe wrapped around the snake’s shortsword Lonmuth came up beside them and bashed the servant’s side.
The snake guy fell onto the ground generating a little cloud of dust “Nice!” Lonmuth encouraged as the crowd screamed with joy. Alamin dashes up to Ander with his mace and ready a swing. Lonmuth raises his warhammer pushing the mace back. Ander swings his scythe towards Alamin when he hears Lonmuth yell.
Ander turned around to see the snake guy stand up. And then he is struck in the heart with a Javelin.
“Was it enough, father?” the boy said, kneeling in front of his father who looked upset with the jewels resting upon his own son’s hand.
The devil sighed. “Son. Thank you” the demonic giant pulled his son onto his lap, even though the jewels were not of his approval. “We will send you and a squadron of imps. This time get the right gem” he grunted “remember, I want some amber and a bit more of garnet”
The child dashed back off his lap “So it was not enough? So my three years of work to find you some stupid gems for a stupid crown was not enough?” the devil rested a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“Oh son it was total-”
“Stop. I will find your gems. But don’t expect me to love you and your stupid crown after I find them. Expect me to wait until you die. You may be a king. But you are my father. I see you as a tyrant all you want is fame and fortune” he shrugged his father’s hand off him and flapped out of the castle.
The winged child landed on a mountain where a caravan had just stopped. He lands near a tree and climbs inside. He can see a man walking out of a wagon and meeting another. They shake hands and start talking. At the end they shake hands again and the brown skinned one gives the other one a paper. The child shifts into human form and hovers down to the ground. The child walks up to the one who gave away the paper. “What was that?” the child demanded
“Well you're sure spunky,” the man said.
“I asked you a question”
“He is my cousin. We meet up every other month to discuss business and family stuff. Now that I’ve answered your question you’ll answer mine. Who’re you?”
“Er… Dendrin. Dendrin… Mores' ' the child says hiding his lie behind a child’s smile. He knew that his real name was Ander.
He still had that glint in his eye. The one he had tried to push away but was still in the blood. That same glint came out whenever he did something wrong. It came when he lied, when he stole when he fought. That same glint gave away his identity to the miners who he had tried to get gems from. If it wasn’t for that glint the child would not be raiding a caravan looking for valuables.
He hopped into the back of a wagon when the man had left. Ander dashed through the bed of the wagon as the cloth shook. Crates, barrels and other things to store stuff in. He cracked open a barrel. A honey-colored ooze spilled out. “Curses” he whispered. The ooze spread over his shirt. The child jumped back. He muttered a few words and the clear yellow slime was back in the barrel. Next he checked a bag. Inside he found a notebook and a pencil. He blew dust that had seemed to be growing for 10 years off the notebook. He cracks the stiff pages open to an entry dated three hundred years back.
The Man had told me I was wrong. He said everything was okay and nothing could harm us. That’s when Nadhan ‘s imps, devils, and demons came. They reigned terror over Rivertown and ended up in Cloudhaven. The Man was wrong. I had round the leg of a Rafter Devil with a snake coil (practically unbreakable, I would say) when they took me. I sit in this jail cell thinking about life. Why should I have to spend my life in such a demonic setting? I think I will just end. End of my life. End my days. I believe that ending is hard.
Ander flipped to a later entry
I have performed the whispering words. The ones that are meant to end. To give up. But instead of ending, instead of giving up. It turned me into this. It turned me into this devil-like thing with wings sprouted from my shoulders, with horns making me more than the ones enslaving me.
Ander flipped to later pages to realize they were empty. He went backwards until he found an entry that looked quite different from the other ones he had seen.
I am different now. I believe my transformation is complete. I am a full demon, devil I would say. I am ALL devil I AM THE DEVIL KING!
Ander wondered about the name of the author. It sounded like someone he knew. He glanced over his shoulder to see a child. The child was short, with long brown hair. Ander put up his hands in front of him. “It’s not what it looks like”
“Daddy!” the boy yelled. Soon two guards had captured Ander. He struggled to break free from the buff soldiers grasp.
“What did I do?” he said almost bearing fangs to bite the arms of the guards.
The man who Ander had talked to before walked into the wagon. “You lied, and you broke into our caravan”
“You call this a caravan?” Ander said looking dumbfounded. “It’s more like a parade then a caravan”
The guards took it as an offence and raised their spears to his neck. “And why exactly do you think that”
“Well,” Ander said “because it’s so easy to burn” then he went full-on Devil.
Some people see the world as a chance. A chance to be better. Others see the world as a way to win. A way to accomplish some goal you have set upon themselves. And some… Well some see the world as a type of canvas. A canvas for blood, a way to prove worthy to others. By killing until they lift the chaos and havoc wreaked upon innocents. Ander had realized what chaos that he had to lift. The ground was on fire. The snake guy had disintegrated. The crowd was screaming in pain and the giant was yelling. A fleet of Spentairs soared over the grandstands wielding sharp objects Ander clearly couldn’t face by himself. Lonmuth was on the ground barely hurt but was knocked out by the explosion of fire.
“Charge at the devil!” one of the Spentair’s screams “he’s a spy!”
Ander flapped but stopped when he saw a humongous leviathan coming down towards him.
He searches the area for any sign of exit. The giant’s hole in which Ander had first met him from was open. He thrashed at an incoming Spentair and dashes to the open door.
He makes it to the opening that the somehwhat dumb giant had left open. When he entered an obvious pressure plate (to him) made a clanging noise and pushed into the ground. Behind the winged 14 year old the giant metal door slid down into the ground. In front of him a foyer opens up to three corridors. He flaps through one to realize it was a bedchamber. A gigantic bed fit for a giant stands out over the small demon wandering around. What would take the giant two steps would take Ander around a thousand. He whispers some words which sends him to the other side.
Whenever he casts a spell he feels his magic surge through his veins and out of his hands. He spends some time flapping up through the air until he gets to a windowsill. There he flipped the window’s hinges onto the ground and held the glass up long enough so he could slip under it dropping the heavy hulking mass of glass and wood behind him. He looked down from the outside sill only to see clouds. From over the window, he could hear chaos. At that moment he felt like his father.
He had to get away. He looked up to the clouds where no one was and down to nothing-ness. Then he jumped. Jumped into the air, graceful yet scary. Spears out, two wandering Spentairs flew towards him. “BY LAW AND ORDER OF THE GLADIATORS CODE YOU ARE HEREBY BREAKING THE LAW AND WILL BE IMPRISONED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!” Teeth bared he lashed out at them diving his hand into one’s chest and biting the neck of the other.
Being a devil he could see their souls lifting trying to grasp their falling bodies expecting to be able to reform in them. Ander’s father would visit them soon.
He stopped flapping and glided down then spreading his bat-like wings and boosting far away from the stadium. He remembered something Bessera said that Ronan had too. His pet and weapon would go wherever he went and would teleport to him once he landed on ground. Nearby was a floating chunk of Earth with an old abandoned church on it.
Getting to the church was easy, he just flew and as soon as he had landed on the ground his scythe was in hand and Vliladine was next to him. Vliladine was mid jump and mid bite and fell on the ground as soon as summoned. Ander looked at the fox and thought. You could look better… hmm… He casted a spell on the fox and she then sprouted wings. He looked back to the giant castle/arena he lived in for two days. Sky whales were circling it, Giants blowing horns and Spentairs throwing spears. Somehow skeletal creatures had formed and were attacking but Ander had no idea how. Inside the church there were rotted chairs and benches and crumbling spires made of stone.
Vliladine flew to a bench jolting up when it crumbled beneath.
“Be careful, girl” Ander warned his fox-devil pet.
Ander quickly turned around as someone from behind him yelled “FUGITIVE! DOWN!” Behind Ander was a young man tall enough to be around 15, he had an outfit like a Spentair’s but less fancy and more worn and he didn’t have wings. He had tousled strawberry blond hair and light tan skin. Ander referred to the color like the inside of a peach, whereas Ander’s was the color of the pit. He was holding one of the Spentair spears but only with a different symbol on it. Surrounding him was a fleet of 3 actual Spentairs. “YOU ARE TO BE JAILED IMMEDIATELY FOR THIS TREASON”
Ander dove into action cutting the arm of a Spentair off with his scythe. The angelic people and the boy surrounded Ander leaving him no choice but to blow. Blowing was a thing people of his evil bloodline could do which involved a lot of power and magic to do. He sent the thought through his head and into his heart and then felt the ripple in his veins. From his mouth spewed innocent souls and blood in a dome shape burning through the two remaining Spentairs and sending the boy flying.
Vliladine almost killed the unconscious male equivalent of a Spentair (whatever they called those) when Ander stopped her.
“Vliladine, no” he said “cause I like this one”
Ander grabbed the boy and flew off. Ander thought of where next and then he looked down towards the abyss. “Hold on Vliladine. We’re going to Hell.”
Then he jumped.
The High, the Low, and what's In Between
Ander, the boy, and Vliladine tumbled to a stop on a rocky ground with red colors and a hovering fiery heat. Ander turned to the boy as when he heard a soft grumble “Wh- wh- where?”
Ander huffs a sigh “Hell”
The boy sat up and said “Fugitive, where’s my spear?”
Ander thinks “Hmm… well when I killed your friends and you somehow didn’t die… I think it just started floating in the abyss!”
“So I- I- I can’t kill you?” Ander nods.
“And you were going to?” He asks.
The boy makes a snorting noise “Heh. Sure.” he hesitated “More like detain then kill. But now that you’ve brought me here” he gestures to all the imps flying around, the rocky surfaces, and the lava geysers, “I guess I shouldn’t”
Ander stood up and offered a hand to the boy, “What’s your name?”
The boy looked up, grabbed the hand and said softly “Quill”
“I’m Ander. Well Quill.” Ander said, “You’re in for a treat” Ander grabbed Quill and took off.
“AHH!” Quill screamed. Ander didn’t notice because he was focusing on something else, which was dodging lava geysers.They spiraled and made sharp turns until they came to a flat surface where Ander knelt down so Quill could hop off. “Mmm” Quill said intently while rubbing the ground.
“Don’t you and the other angel peeps always fly?” Ander says making hand motions that looked like a stick figure with flapping wings.
“No…” Quill makes soft grumbling noises. “They never let me learn how to fly, ‘cause I’m a boy…”
“How do you learn to fly if you don’t have wings?” Ander asks.
Quill closes his eyes and blushes, then makes a face that looks like he’s trying really hard to do something.Then Ander sees a white feather tip rise over his shoulder, then there were more, and more. Until there were cute baby wings just pointing out. “I have these.” Quill says.
Ander pauses then starts to giggle.
“W- What are you doing!?” Quill says embarrassed.
“They’re just so cute!” Ander squeals.
Quill's face goes from embarrassed to blushing, and he feels warm on the inside. “Y- y- you really think so?”
“Of course!” Ander says, “They’re so small and perfect!” Ander then stops with a serious face, realizing what he said and the tone of it. They both look away from each other until they hear a soft whirring sound that keeps getting louder.
Quill looked up and screamed “ANDER! RED FLYING THING WITH SWORD!”
Ander’s head jolted up and he almost completely forgot about the awkward moment they had. Flying towards them was a small devil, clearly one of the lower classmen. “GRR!!!” the devil yelled.
Ander inhaled and then generated heat in his mouth, and spat out fire. The outer parts of the Imp burned away until all that was left was a pile of bones.
Quill stood there in amazement, “Wow.” he says dazed. “That was crazy. And all I can do is swing a spear around and hope that one day I can fly.”
Ander looked over at him blushing, “Well, maybe you can…” Ander stuck out his red bat wings.
Quill knelt down, tired from effort. Ander flew down to him, “Tired yet?”
Quill collapses, “Yeah…” He had only made it three inches off the ground before being tired. “I’ve never exercised them…” he pants “S- so they feel like jelly…”
Ander puts out his hand and blushes, “We can try again later.”
He smiles and grabs Ander’s hand, “Thanks.” Quill pauses with a confused look on his face, “wait what are we even doing in the underworld?”
Ander remembers then says, “I need to pick up something from… my dad. Well actually I need to steal something”
“Who’s your dad?” Quill asks.
“Er… um…” Ander sighs, “The king.”
Quill is silent for a moment, then says “Wow.”
“Y- yeah…” Ander stands there awkwardly remembering all the lives that were lost cause of his dad and the stupid mission he made Ander go on. He doesn’t realize it when a tear falls down his cheek.
“Ander…?” Quill asks, “A- are you okay?”
Ander looks down and tries to stop the tears “No” he says, his voice shaky. Quill walks over to him and lifts up his chin.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
Quill wrapped his arms around Ander to hear more sniffling, and then he felt water droplets fall on his shoulders. Ander hugs him back and feels Quill’s small wings get warmer. “I’m here when you need me” Quill says, pulling back, “You know that, right?” he asks.
Ander wipes his tears away and says, “Yeah. Let’s get going, okay?”
“The fortress is that way.” Ander says pointing towards a big area with a crimson building in the middle with shops and houses surrounding it.
“How will we get in?”
Ander grins, “I grew up in one of the biggest buildings in the underworld. You think I didn’t make a secret nook to get away from my jerk-dad?”
Quill smiles with Ander, “Heh. I get it”
Ander leads Quill to the edge of the town and hides behind a rock formation. “You clearly don't look like a devil right now…” Ander says gesturing towards his white shirt and pants and especially the small golden circlet with the Spentair insignia on it, “Hmm… Wait here” he says.
Quill nods quickly and says “I don’t think I want to go anywhere right now” then hides beneath some vegetation and rocks.
Ander tries to stay at a low profile while weaving his way through the crowd of imps and vampires, he hears someone shouting, “MAKEUP! SELLING MAKEUP HERE!” he makes his way to the voice to see a stand of paints and makeup sets. He pulls some pickpocketed coins out from his pocket and counts them out.
Standing on the other side of the booth is a tall, pretty girl with brown hair, and she clearly has fangs. She had a glass of blood in hand and a name tag that says ‘Rose’ on it, “Hey devil boy.” she says.
“Erm… hi” he says. “I need… uhh…” he points to a set of red and white paints.
“Trying to impress someone?” she says smuggly.
“W- Wha?” he stutters.
“You chose the romantic set. All the boys love it” Rose grins and sips her blood.
Ander becomes really embarrassed and blushes like crazy, highly noticeable even on his red cheeks. “N- N- NO!”
“Mhm.” She grabs a portion of his pile of coins and hands him the pallet of makeup which he now realizes says ‘romantic type’ on it.
He grabs the rest of the coins and walks off until he hears Rose yell to him “WAIT!” he turns “If you really want to disguise your boyfriend you’ll need these.” She holds up a set of common clothing and a headband that has mini horns on it.
He walks back to her and whispers, “How do you know we need disguises? AND HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”
She leans in “I’ve been watching you two since you came into the underworld. You're a nice match. I can’t wait to see you as a couple. And this should help you. You’ve been a really good guy to that angel boy of yours. So… these are on the house.”
Ander is startled, and then says, “Thanks…” He grabs the clothing and walks back to the rocks, and moves aside some leaves where Quill is sleeping. “QUILL!” He says shaking him back and forth.
“AGH!” Quill looks up to see it's just Ander and says, “Oh few.”
Ander holds up the clothing and makeup (which he tried to rub the label off of.)
“Ooo!” Quill says excitedly. “One sec…” he says walking away with the clothing. After about a minute he comes back wearing the cute outfit with little horns sticking out from his head, his tousled hair covering the rest of the headband. “How do I look?” he asks.
“Like a nice boy trying to look like me.” Ander says, opening the makeup pallet. They spend fifteen minutes trying to make Quill look like a Devil, until they finally make something out of the reds, whites, and pinks.
Quill stands up and Ander looks at him in awe, “Y- you're a whole new person!”
Quill blushes and rubs the side of his head, “Th- Thanks”
Ander can almost swear he can feel Rose watching them.
“Okay. So we are going to take entrance point B”
“Where is entrance point B?” Quill asks.
Ander smiles and kicks one of the nearby stones into a small hole where a small clicking noise is made and a trap door swings open near them. “WOW” Quill says jaw dropped.
“One of my friends was a tinkerer.”
“A really good one!” Quill says.
Ander goes down the ladder first and Quill comes behind him. Once Quill is in Ander says “Tammy. Lock.”
“LOCKING” A robotic voice says from the wall.The noise of gears spinning and a few clangs tells them that it still works.
They walked down a hallway and at the end was a cozy nook with tunnels going out from the walls. “WOW” Quill repeats.There were pillows and blankets with platforms and toys.
“Brings back memories.” Ander says walking through the piles of fluff and comfort. “This way.” He points towards another tunnel, this one with a lock. He sticks his tail in the hole and twists it around a few times. The door slowly opens up to a hallway.
They start to walk until Quill stops, “I meant to ask why your robot system thing is named tammy...?”
Ander laughs, “Oh, one of my friend’s name was Tabitha and we liked to call her tammy for some reason and she really wanted something named after her so we decided to make the locking system her ‘own’ thing”
“I see.” Quill says sadly.
“Why the tone?” Ander asks as they start to walk again.
“Cause you have all these amazing friends. I’ve never had a real friend. None of the other Spentairs-in-training wanted to be my friend cause It was weird that I was born with wings and that I was a boy who wanted to be a Spentair.”
“Oh.” Ander pauses “W- Well you have me...”
“Yeah.” Quill says, starting to smile. Ander holds out his hand in between them and Quill grabs it. They get to the end of the hallway where there is a small ledge.
“This is my spying balcony. Used to listen to war meetings that my dad never let me attend. Although... they usually were pretty boring”
“Haha” Quill laughs.
Quill and Ander pop their heads over the ledge and look down at the throne room. “It’s different from last time,” Ander says. There are guards posted at each entrance, a red throne plated with a type of metal Quill had never seen before. Sitting on it was a man in a dark red cloak with a creepy black crown with a garnet in the middle. He had red baggy pants and was holding a tall golden staff with a glowing orb in the middle. “Come on.” Ander whispers crawling through a small tunnel to the right.They take three rights, two straights, and a left, (not in that order) And enter a big room with tall shelves and racks everywhere. “The weaponry.”
“What do you need from here?” Quill asks, “you already have that rad scythe!”
“Well do you have a spear?” Ander grins and hops down from the secret passageway. Quill picks up random objects, one of which is a bomb that you put on trained rats, the other is a glove that can magically expand into ten times the original size. Vliladine is trying on some weird weapons that attach to her paws and then can turn into swords. Ander walks to a doorway at the side of the room and does another tail-inserting movement on the lock and it clicks open.
“What’s that room?” Quill says coming over.
“The room with the GOOD weapons.” Ander picks up a spear with a quartz shaft and gold trim, the symbol of the sun beneath an intricately made spearhead made of a white metal crafted by sun elves.
He hands it to Quill who grabs it in awe as his eyes turn yellow, his hair starts to rise and his hands glow like the sun, only for a moment though before his eyes go back to normal and so do his hands and hair. “Wow... what was that?” he asks enchanted.
“The power of sun magic” Ander says smiling “Once controlled you can use it to focus energy on blasting light at others. And it also can be self-directing”
Quill held it and thought of the wall on the opposite side of the room. He threw it and when his eyes opened there was a bright light and then the spear was deep into the wall. “Cool...” he realized that his hands were yellow like before. “WOW I DID IT!”
They heard a bang from the other room. Ander and Quill ran over to see some guards walking through the door. “Get down” Ander whispered.
They duck behind a rack of torture devices as the guards make they’re way through the room. One of them says “Over there.” and points to the room with magic weapons.
“Ready?” Quill asks.
Ander nods, “Three... two... ONE!” They jump out with their weapons taking out one but then realize that there are four more than they thought there were. “H- Hello gentlemen!”
“Get them.” says the leader of the guards.
Ander takes out another and Quill squints again like he did when he first tried the spear. He let go of it in a throwing position and then opened his eyes to see three of the guards pinned like a skewer in the wall.
Ander stood there dazed and surprised until Quill yelled “ANDER! WATCH OUT!” Ander looked up to see a big flail being swung towards him. He blocks with the scythe and redirects it at the ground. Holding the weapon is the leader. He grins and swings the flail again. This time it knocks Ander on the ground, and his scythe skitters five feet away from him, out of reach. Quill gets cornered and can’t get the spear. “Ander!”