Wheatley's Story: Part 3

[Wheatley 24]

Wheatley looks over his old town and sighs. It has changed so much. Not necessarily in a bad way, just not in a way Wheatley liked. He sipped from his ale and hiccuped. "Uh, sir?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. "You're not supposed to be up there." Wheatley laughed and slid down. "Don't get yer knickers in a bunch, lad, I wasn't doin' any harm!" Wheatley chortled. "Um, it's my job, though." Wheatley laughed again and said, "I know, lad, I was a guard once! A soldier, too!" The young guard looked long and hard at him and said "Wait...you're Wheatley! Your stories have been spread throughout all of Kal'Urguan! I love them!" "Well, boy, would ye like to hear another?" The youth adjusted his helmet, which was nearly sliding off his head, and nodded eagerly. Wheatley smiled and sat next to the young recruit. "Well, it was after I gathered my things. A skeleton saw me and..."

I dashed quickly through the trees, careful to step over the tall grass. I needed to get away from the horde of monsters, and they weren't slowing anytime soon. I wiped the sweat from my beard, and readied an arrow. As I pulled back the elastic string, I aimed for my target. The creeper in the middle of the twisted freaks. The arrow seemed to fly in slow motion, but I knew I hit my mark. How? A sound that could only come from a zombie being vaporized by an explosion. Scowling, I put away my bow and continued to Laurelin. I needed to spy. To taunt. To avenge my best friend.

The guards were the hard part. All I had to do was sneak past them, but they didn't leave until late. I shuffled into the shadows as soon as I was inside. I slipped the leather mask over my head, it being fashioned in the shape of an elf, with yellow colored string stuck on top of it. It wouldn't work in close encounters, but it would fool from a distance, which was all I needed. Footsteps behind me. They got louder, and I hid in a corner. Their voices rose and fell as they passed me, echoing into the night. "...seem nice enough, but it's like they're hiding something, as if they killed some..." was all I could make out. I scoped out the signs above the houses. None caught my eye until I saw a very strange name. Eurnnenets.

I looked long and hard at it, and finally figured it out. Decoded, it spelled THEIR last name. "Treerunners," I breathed. I pulled out the sword. His name was scratched in the side, sloppily at that. The "R" was backwards, and the "n" was cut too deep. But it was a reminder of a boy long forgotten. A boy who gave me hope, a boy who could never do anything to deserve the fate he endured. I placed it on the doormat, slammed my fist on the door so hard it opened, and ran, whispering his name as I bounded through the gate to the forest. "Ragon,"

The scream was heard throughout the city and even outside it. I sat in my small tent, and gnawed on a porkchop. I dipped a slice of bread in the succulent juice spewing from the salty ambrosia. As I sipped the last of my ale to wash it down, I began planning again. The scream of the witch who fired an arrow through his eye, his perfect, blue eye, was only a bonus to this delicious dinner. I walked to my bed. This would require rest.

I stalked through the gate with a white hood shadowing my face. I nodded at the guard who greeted me. I took a bite of my apple and leaned against a wall near their house. Luck was on my side, because they left before I even finished the apple. I made sure nobody was around, and snuck into the beautiful house that was dirtied by the scum who lived there. There was a bookshelf, which seemed like a good place to start looking for evidence. I tore it apart, and found what looked like a diary lodged between a dictionary and "Of Love and War" by Gabe Dalbon. It was wonderfully bound, and if only I knew what was inside it, I would have burned it right there.

It was scribed in deep detail in the diary. The position of the blood splatter, the angle of his head, and the location of the burial. I heard footsteps becoming louder as they neared the door. I broke a window, and slid out. Slamming into someone as I dashed for the exit, the gate closed. Not breaking momentum, I vaulted the wall. There was cursing, shouting, and the sound of a gate rising as I ran to where the boy was buried.

They had no chance of finding me. I dug my shovel into the slightly disturbed patch as quietly as possible. I was afraid of what I'd strike, but I pressed on. A pig walked by me and oinked loudly. I drove the shovel far into its skull, and that seemed to shut it up. The shovel broke in half as I pulled it out, and all I could do was dig with my bare hands. My finger struck something hard, and I brushed the dirt away from it. An empty socket was staring at me on one side, and an arrow protruded from the other. There were no tears. I was tired of crying. It was time to act. I kicked the dirt back onto the small skull, and put on the leather tunic from his trunk at his house. The seams burst, and I threaded the two parts together. It was time.

"You will pay for what you have done." I drove the sword through the lithe man's torso. He did not cry out. He did not blink. He melted into a black puddle, and arose as a dark phoenix. It flew into the ground, and I knew it was headed for the Nether. The scream again. The woman seemed to fly away from her doorway. I gave chase, my feet making a loud echo that sounded into the distance. She was terrified, and knew she would die. When she turned to look how far away from her I was, her head slammed into a tree-branch. She fell, her blood glistening on the fresh grass. I looked at her and said "Ma'am, you killed my best friend, your son. Why?" All she did was spit in my face. Spewing rage, I drove the arrow into her eye, just as she had done. I wiped the sweat from my face, ran my finger over the scars on my face, that the years of this lifestyle had given me. I began toward Kal'Urguan, ready to start again. I had heard they got a new king. Belin.

"Wow, Mr. Stoneheart, is that true?" the guard asked, his eyes filled with awe. "Aye, young one." Wheatley replied. "Do ya got any more stories?" "No, young one, but it's time for a new chapter in my life. One with all my current friends. William. Maximus. Lucius. They gave me a new place to live, a new life after Kal'Urguan." Wheatley said. "What is this new place called, sir?" the young guard inquired. "Ariel. It's called Ariel."

[Hiebe 2493]

Good story

[Bob_Stonefoot 5]

Great story, i was not expecting any less, thank you for making my night, i hope that you can find it in ye heart to make another one when ye can, or if ye can.

[Nigthhealz 4]

Great story (could i be in the next one ill help you make it and if you would let me be in it my In Game name is Durent Falack

[Wheatley 24]

Sorry, I decided to just include people I know, such as Lord Lucius, Lord William, Commanding Knight Maximus, Hogarth, Mariah, and a few others, along with characters that I create.

[Wheatley 24]

Great story, i was not expecting any less, thank you for making my night, i hope that you can find it in ye heart to make another one when ye can, or if ye can.

Don't worry, these are too fun to stop writing! Just the next one won't be a prequel, more of a current day sort of thing.

[Boomack21 124]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.