A Journey Comes to an End

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

 

There were no winds, there were no voices, there was nothing.

 

 

Hu-din awoke surrounded by nothing. He looked around, with no memory of where he was last. He pushed himself up off of nothingness and began to walk forward. Everything flashed around him as he awoke in the Cloud Temple of Athera. The uruk began to walk up the steps as he pressed his hands against the stone, tears dripped down his face as each piece of brick brought memories back to his head.

A calming voice spoke out to him,

“Welcome home. We are proud of you young uruk.”

The uruk quick turned, pivoting on his foot as he stares at the lava fountain. The lava bubbles up, bursting all over as a large red male uruk rose from the fire. The water behind him began to do the same as a pure blue female uruk. The air in front of him began to pack together and appear to solidify as a white male uruk appeared. The ground began to shift as a brown male uruk pushed his way through the abyss he created. The metal rods began to bend as it formed a skinny grey female uruk. A bolt of lightning filled the room and what was left was a black male uruk. The uruks that filled the room stood around Hu-din and began to speak to him.

Earth: “You have took claim over my children, Soldier of Dom, you have led them through times they have never should have went through, you return over and over, no matter how many times they refuse your help. Why?”

Water: “You have filled the seas with warship after warship, yet they sit in your harbors and never move, Builder of Dom. Your brothers and sisters have never once used your creations or ever given you a thank you, yet you continue your work. Why?”

Air: “You have answered to the Horn of Krug more times than most, Citizen of Dom, you have never refused a call. Your brothers and sisters come to ask of your help every time they think it’s fit, and never once have you said no. Why?”

Metal: “You have forged weapons and homes, Life of Dom. Yet never once have you asked for payment once your deeds were done. You have stood under countless Rex’s and never asked for one minas or title in exchange for your help. Why?”

Storm: “You have been beaten, humiliated, and tortured by your own family, Slave of Dom, yet you return everyday to continue the beating. Every other uruk that has taken the beating has fled and faced the punishment of banishment, yet you stand here each day. Why?”

Fire: “You have been asked to leave. You have been asked to leave. You have been asked to take charge. Goth of Dom, why are you here. You have had your powers stripped from you, you have had your titles stripped from you, you have had your family butchered in front of your eyes, yet these people that torture you each day stand in front of you, wondering why you remain. You have prayed for us, and we have answered. Rusk, Urolem, Vrogrash, Mogrocka, and countless others have taken your help then cast you aside. Why have you not left.”

Hu-din’s head perks up after the Spirits finish their statements. The uruk faces the Spirit of Fire, the leader of the Six. He opens his mouth as a tear rolls down his face. No words come out as the uruk tries. He drops his head and thinks as all the Spirits stand around him. The uruk shakes his head then stares back up, spinning in a circle as he stares at each Spirit before stopping in front of the Spirit of Fire.

“I am a uruk of many skills, and many talents. Yet I hold many flaws. There have been some that have looked past them when they wish, then pull them back out of the past to haunt me. I have given up everything to aid those who need it, and spare those that don’t. My brothers claim to have the interest of the Uzg in their eyes, yet are clouded by their own needs. And for that, as the words of Krug in the 30 Year War, I shall stand against any Evil and let my brothers fight their petty conflicts. I have the end goal in my eyes.

And I shall take that as my final statement. If my Brothers of Lak and Dom, Gorkil and Lur, Ruk and Ram, Ugluk and Azog, Yar and Braduk, Rex and Raguk, wish to fight their fights among themselves, let them. If they wish to fight others instead of the cursed beings who struck down Krug, let them. I shall not be a burden any longer, I shall let them.”

The Spirit of Fire stands in front of him, nodding as the uruk’s eyes fill with tears. The Spirits around Hu-din fade quickly. The Cloud Temple around him begins to fade as fast as it appeared, each memory fading. The Lone Uruk stares down at himself and sees that his body is disappearing. The uruk closes his eyes, prepping himself for death, you his eyes pop open. He is alive. He stares at his body of Athera and shakes his head, thinking why. As the uruk stares up, he spots eight uruks sitting on thrones in front of him. These uruks were nothing like the Spirits from earlier, yet were the same as him in looks.

 

Time: “Have you learned your lesson yet, my son.”

Space: “Have you packed your bags yet, my son.”

Death: “Have you dug your grave yet, my son.”

Life: “Have you planted the Slime yet, my son.”

Order: “Have you beaten the Undead yet, my son.”

Chaos: “Have you turned to the darkness yet, my son.”

Light: “Have you lit the torches to the graves yet, my son.”

Darkness: “Have you closed the gates to my realm yet, my son.”

 

Hu-din stared blankly at these copies of himself. Spirits unknown to most staring at him. The Uruk opened his mouth, addressing the Spirits,

“I have been asked to do many tasks, and not all of them could be completed. You have given me chances well beyond any Uruk, and yet I have wasted them. Asking for more time would not be enough. Asking for another realm would not be enough. Asking for the days to halt themselves and the nights to fade would not be enough. The tasks I have been given, by the Spirits of the Rexes, will not be done. It is over.”

Hu-din finishes statement and a strong gust of wind fills the room. He does not move, yet the feeling of falling hits him as the Spirits fade.

Yet one last voice speaks to Hu-din.

 

“The last believer, the last fighter, my last son.

If you walk away from this again, there will be no returning.

There shall be a prison, no better than the one I am in, that will haunt you forever.

Do you wish to choose this route?”

 

The Lone Uruk nods and without another word, turns and leaves.

 

He awakes, filled with memories and emotions. Yet as he left Krug, he repeats the same. The Uruk packs his bags and without another word, he leaves.

 

The smallest of ships land on the coast of the Shores of Ruined Athera.

A small band of Uruks stand over the now filled in grave in the Tombs of the Fallen Brothers.

 

Never Wanted, Never Forgotten.

Hu-din of Clan Dom.

Son of Rusk’Dom.

1188-1612

 

 

 

 

[Panashea 3326]

Kulgarok sits before a fire,  grinning madly into it as he thinks of the fallen Hu-din, filled with anger as the fool sought to leave him. 

 

"All fires fade."

[MangoArt 399]

A Raugrimm'Braduk stared at the grave in silence,

 

"His flesh was steel and his will was iron, may he stand stalwart and unwavering in any conflict he meets... Ghash Nagraufom..."

 

He tossed a weapon into the grave, just a simple Axe- Reliable and Strong. "He shall carry this to Stargush'Stroh..."

[Mj. 697]

Wem is sad at the loss of his friend

[Travista 1361]

Schreck goes to the market to buy some soup

[mitto 2312]

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

 

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