Since my two other fan fictions were clearly a misfortune, I'm trying to make another one. And this time I'm actually going to update it, sounds cool huh?
Anyway, here's the first chapter. Tell me if it's any good.
Chapter 1
Zemn glanced down at the blood stained, rich soil. The cries of death that have occurred on this battlefield rang in his ear, as battle roars and flying arrows passed his head. Several of his teammates ran by him, ordering him to tag along and fight. The statement didn't go through Zemn's head; he was too preoccupied by the strange axe he found buried under the soil. He picked it up, falling back a little due to the weight of the axe. It was golden; a shine that would blind the sun, and blow away the violent wind. Suddenly Zemn felt his body to be tight, and he felt an arrow puncture his back, into his spine.
"Zemn!" several teammates cried out, as they watched Zemn fall face first into the soil. Blood started dripping down his back, while his teammates rushed towards him. "Zemn, come on! Get up! We're not losing you that easily!" one yelled out. Zemn could faintly hear the sorrow of his partners, but soon they wore away. His eyesight grew blurry, until he could see no more. An aggravating pain swirled through his body, and he forced him to get up. His teammates watched in awe.
Zemn clasped the arrow in his back, and pulled it out. The pain had to be ignored; paying too much attention to it would make him weaker and die. He drew his sword out of his sheath, and looked back at his teammates, and charged and forward towards the enemy.
But his teammates stayed behind, too shocked by the fact that Zemn kept on fighting, kept on fighting for his beliefs, for his family, for his friends. It was such bravery. Death or not, Zemn would be known for his actions, doing something like this would make yourself a hero in war. A hero in life.
But his bravery did not last very long...
The champion of the opposing side, Thasimix, rose from beneath the ground with his giant claymore. Everyone paused. Enemies. Teammates. Wildlife. They all stared at Thasimix with both fear and satisfaction. Thasimix turned his head to his weak ally, who stuttered whilst walking and tripped over his own feet to stay away from his powerful ally. An embarrassment to all soldiers, thought Thasimix, shrugging. Although he was the most fearsome enemy in the kingdom, he was described as a lax and easy-going person. Which was surprising, due to his muscular body and height of eight feet.
In front of Thasimix stood Zemn, pointing the tip of his sword at the large enemy.
"I have come to slay you, Thasimix!" Zemn announced. His teammates' eyes widened, knowing that even for Zemn, Thasimix is an impossible challenge to overcome. It would be suicide facing this menacing monster, and that's exactly what Zemn was going towards.
"You come to slay...me?" Thasimix said, surprised.
"Aye. And show no mercy," Zemn commanded. Thasimix glanced over to his weak ally again, who was laughing frantically.
"No mercy? Are you sure? Do you even know who I am?" Thasimix asked.
"Of course. You're Thasimix, supposedly the strongest human in the kingdom. Supposedly the most violent and powerful one, too." Thasimix shrugged again, and quickly swiped Zemn's head off.
There was silence for at least five minutes. Zemn's allies froze, knowing that fate would come but regretting it. The opposing side grinned with devious victory, knowing that without their captain, the enemy army was nothing but a leaderless pack running wild ready to be hunted down. Thasimix stared at Zemn's savored body.
"You were foolish to ever threaten me. Think before saying in the afterlife," he said loud enough for everyone to here. Thasimix turned around, his large sage cape twirling around, and walked backwards towards his village's direction. "We're going home," he ordered, as his allies scurried behind him.
"He was a great hero," Arcady said, one of Zemn's close friends. He looked away from the burning body of Zemn and glanced around to his fellow teammates. They all mourned the sad and painful death of their most powerful soldier.
"To Zemn!" one cried out, raising his glass of wine in the air. Hesitantly, everyone else slowly started to raise their cup of wine one by one. Soon hundreds of cups were raised in the air yelling, "For Zemn!" The fire started to spread across the rest of Zemn's body, and grew large and fearsome.
Then one by one again, each soldier lowered their glass and drank it all in one swig. Arcady stepped up to the crowd, and stood in front of the crazy fire. He spoke.
"Zemn was not just another soldier just like us," he said. Some soldiers smirked sarcastically. "Zemn was a hero. A great hero, at that. Did any of you ever stand up to the most powerful being in the world?" he asked aloud. No one replied. They just stared dumbly at him. "I thought not. We wouldn't even dare to, we're thinking too much about survival rather then saving our teammates."
No one dared talking back or say anything witty, there are times when you realize Arcady isn't joking around.
Arcady walked into the giant group of soldiers, as they moved aside to let him through. Each soldier looked at Arcady until he was completely out of sight, and then turned to the flaming corpse of Zemn and mourned.
Thar we go. I dunno though, it this too short?