14 Last stand
A memory, or a hazy dream. Clustered and was dreamt every night. Dreams felt like he was there personally and whispers became audible until they became shouts.
Silhouettes of majestic auras surrounded him in all directions. Floating in space while seeing those presences stare at him with a scowl.
These people were intimidating and they were called none other than "Demon gods". The so-called Gods have surrounded him in all directions and it utterly baffled him at the numbers of the Demon Gods present to kill him.
That moment was precisely the moment of humanity's last stand. Enemies exceeded him from their very nature and his blood runs mortal blood.
Awed by the presence of even Demon Gods to take part in his defeat.
Alas, humanity stood strong as they watched the sole defender of the world. Proud of what they were and will keep it inside their hearts.
Troan, the mightiest guardian of humanity was faced with the greatest trial of one's fate. No plan of backing away nor having time cowering and hiding on another God's wings.
For victory was still the least he found in his grasp.
It was only Troan who was able to defend humanity. A barrier that was hindering the Demon Gods to enter needs to be protected. It was the duty of the guardians but they all were healing their once past wounds in seclusion. The barrier on his back and the Demon Gods on his front.
"Troan! You are alone and pose no threat to our numbers. A mere mortal will only perish in the hands of the Gods. Surrender and feel honored to die in our hands!" shouted the Higher Demon God.
Troan scoffed at his remarks. Thinking that he will just step aside and watch them on the sidelines for fun?
"Fools! Should I run with my tail behind my legs? That's going to be written in the annals of history!"
They watched him and stared at each other. Bursting into laughter as they saw a clown make them laugh.
"Do you want fun? Then dance with death! Digging your own grave?" the assault leader scoffed.
"Nah, I am too lazy for that. That chore might be yours if I die here." Troan rebutted.
Troan cast spells and wielded his greatest weapon for his last battle. A staff forged by the lighting of the Nashir's peak and eternal flames extracted from the sun.
The enemies felt excited to slay the solitary enemy. Flashes of lights burst and traces of multiple colors were left in their wake as they pounced at Troan. The space was ripped with their clashes. Dealing with permanent wounds on the Demon Gods themselves.
Their demonic energy was not enough to replace their lost limbs in the process. It was so that they were infuriated and retaliated. With all their demonic energy, they launched their attacks on him.
Troan shielded himself but not all attacks were stopped and repelled. It was then on, that his right leg was corroded with eternal flames that can't be put out. Only the spring of life can put away such existence and heal him.
Still, it was too late to back out. He put all his mana and used a time spell. Casting it towards the multitudes of enemies numbered a couple of hundred. The time stopped in his surroundings and so was the Demon Gods.
He first killed the weaker ones by rending the space. Their bodies separated and then screamed as they felt being tormented by the pain.
The Demon Gods were annoyed by his prank and then faced him. Troan, with a spear of lightning in his hands, threw it to one of them. It landed on one Demon God and was struck by its abdomen.
Writhing him in pain with his demonic energy seeping out and fleeting away from his body. Demonic energy was coming from the demons and Divinity was from the ascended Gods. Both opposing natures were like oil and water.
He screamed for help but they all watched him like it was too late and that his fate was sealed.
Troan then tried to heal but he was still continuously eaten away by the corrosion he received. Amputating his leg was the last option. But then, he severed it and healed himself. Making him grow back his once lost leg. Still, enemies approached at a terrifying speed.
Troan stopped the time in a radius but they were left unaffected. They sliced through the spell's area of effect of space itself with their swords and landed a blow on Troan. Not backing away, Troan used his trump card and sucked away the Higher Gods.
The pulling force was like the gravity of a dead star. The very black hole itself was created with his life as a sacrifice. The Demon Gods retreated but it was too strong to get away unscathed.
Other Demon gods fled as they saw what was transpiring and then it blasted with a blinding light emitted from the explosion.
It was then, that they saw traces of his soul, and appeared a humanoid figure. They immediately attacked it with their demonic powers and the soul shattered.
With the protection of the Origin stone, his soul was left intact but the Origin stone was seen cracking. The cracks went from the top towards the bottom. A crackling sound was heard as Troan watched it crack. It then was shattered, divided into eleven pieces. It floated at his head and was encircling him.
Troan was alarmed at what transpired. They tried to cage it but it escaped their grasp. Making it descended the plains like a meteor. Brimming with majestic aura as it fell.
They failed to stop him from having another life and so they can only scratch their heads. His sacrifice was not enough but he hoped it would be enough to give humanity a small time of peace.
He fought with all his might against hundreds of Demon Gods that thought they would just play with his life. His enemies belittled him but he surprised them all. Putting down several Gods in his death.
Making humans have temporary peace for several years. No one knows when will be their next assault but it was sure that they will return.
According to the legends, the world that they were in was a great source of divinity. Seeping towards the other worlds and was coveted by the Demon Gods. They wanted to harness the source and that will make them have an unlimited supply of power.
Troan, after his fall, made his soul escape from the Demon Gods' grasp but his very powers and origin stone were shattered into pieces.
As a human who once lived countless lives, he has an undying spirit. But since then, it will be his last. As his soul floated into space, he couldn't help but wonder about all he did.
'Were my efforts enough? Did my sacrifice give humanity some time? I would like to know. But all the answers will be revealed after my passing. I think I gave enough and maybe it was enough for me. I want to know, the answers that I seek. Will it be right to just leave humanity alone? Maybe that will be my greatest mistake.'
His soul went to the next cycle of life, his last. But his powers and Origin stone shards went to the elders of every tribe present in the world. They received it and saw his memories of defending humanity.
They made an eternal vow to protect it from the enemies. They kept it hidden from the ones who will wield it for evil inside their care.
The inhabitants from small to great felt the passing of one of humanity's greatest guardians. The twelve guardians have lost one of their greatest.
A heartbreaking truth has struck them and they all watched the skies of where he was last felt. Children wept to their mothers and adults felt worries grow inside their hearts.
The gods all watched his passing and they all went silent for a moment.
From the Holy Knights where the People of High Steeps was. The Lycans, shapeshifters of Drunheim. The Druids, the forest protectors of Temera.
The Paladins, protectors of the fallen royal bloodlines. The Necromancers, summoners of the Dark Fog. The Rogues, people of Feandal.
The Rangers, Inhabitants of Eal Forest. The Chaos Knights, dragonoids of High Mountains. The Fighters, monks of Desterpia. The Mages, People of Eon lands. The Swordsmen, defenders of Altemeria.
They all received his Shard of origin stones and were kept hidden. All the elders were emotional and will give Troan's memories to the worthy.
Kaboom!
Thundering claps resounded on a stormy night. The rain was heavy and the downpour was deafening. It utterly woke up a panting kid that was sleeping in a dark and damp alley.
Cold sweat trickled his face and his heart raced rapidly. Another thunderclap boomed for the second time and it made his very soul shudder.
With a blanket that he held in his hands, he can't help but wonder what was all that dream about. Rain poured greatly and sprinkles of raindrops touched his face as he took a peep outside.
Twinkling his eyes as he felt a few drops of rain moisten his eyelashes. It felt cold and relaxing, making him calm down in the process. Only a smile was seen on his bare and young face after all that happened.
He was lucky that he has a trash can that was used as a tent and was comfy inside without the worries of being wet in the rain. After that it seemed like a nightmare to him, he went back to sleep again as the cold weather was making him drowsy.
He slept again with the comfort of his blanket. He was sound asleep until the storm had passed by. Those moments were exactly his most cherished ones and were simply a kid that lived a beggar's life.
Minding that he was just as he was in that dark and damp place. He can't remember but that was his earliest memory of his childhood. Little did anyone know that everything doesn't end there. It was just the start of his story.
