Chapter I-Hyro
Beginning of the End
"Falador!" Hyro's rage had suddenly died down. "Falador." He turned around and walked back to the head of the table, dropping the sword to the ground. "Alexander." He looked at the magicians. "Fellow followers of Zamorack, it is now our time to take control of this land. Magicians, you have resurrected an army, you have unfrozen your commander, we have one more task to accomplish and then we will start this war." Hyro began to chuckle softly. An evil chuckle that made everyone even more nervous. "We shall resurrect Iban!"
The whole meeting hall was silent. No one made a move. Hyro waited for a reply and frowned when he got none. The tallest magician nodded. "I agree my lord, it shall be done. We shall send a scout to obtain the bones right away."
"No. I shall go, I can't take any chances with these undead idiots." Hyro nodded and started walking out. "This meeting is over."
Hyro went to his room and put on his dark chain mail and grabbed his demon sword, stained with the blood of his enemies. The sword had a curse on it that sent chills to every person who read it. "The one who the sword responds to will kill and only die under this blade." Hyro grabbed the sword and walked out, the blade seeming to smile as it knew that blood would stain it's sides again.
Hyro went alone, he headed out through the dark mountains to the north and found Iban's castle. He had made the trek in two days, a lot quicker than an undead soldier. He went to the gates and climbed the wall. He jumped off the wall and landed in the courtyard.
"...Damn it." He was surrounded, but not by White Knights. Around him were hundreds of demons, his own kin. "You all took this castle as your own? Idiots, you knew I would come."
One snarled at Hyro and ran towards him with the blade in air. Hyro sliced his body in half in a quick stroke with one hand, both sides falling separate ways. The demons screamed in anger, all running towards him at once. Hyro smirked.
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