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Read this file after completing "Brotherhood of Judgment"

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Logan stepped out into the morning air, leaving the carnage at the monastery behind him. Once more, luck was on his side. He had fought for his life and won. Although the deaths of Harmondi and his fellow monks had been avenged, Logan knew that until the Scourge were truly defeated once and for all, they would never rest.

With the monks dead, it was the end of a long line of guardians of the Sword of Judgment, which now was stashed carefully inside his trench coat. Leaving it at the monastery would be too risky. He just couldnt take the chance of having it fall into the hands of the Scourge if they returned to confirm his death. He could only hope that the sword would be safe with him. Somehow, he had to get the sword to Murlock. Perhaps the old wizard himself would know how best to protect it now.
He had also taken the jar of healing salve during his escape. Perhaps he would find a use for it later on, it would come in handy on his quest.

His concerns now went to the city of Arcanius and its people. Had there been any more death and devastation? What had happened to his mother? To Agnes? To everyone else? Did they now presume him dead?

From where he stood, Logan saw an empty street. This was both a good and bad sign. No corpses could be seen. But if there were no bodies littering the streets, where were the citizens? Still asleep? On the other hand, had the squad that invaded the monastery destroyed the rest of the city?

Entering the city, he was relieved to see that there were still many buildings left standing. Perhaps the squad had spared the townspeople. Perhaps unlike the monks, the citizens had been too afraid to take a stand against the Scourge. While many of the buildings burned in the fires had been badly damaged, Logan saw that the inn itself had been reduced to rubble and ashes. 

And sitting in front of the demolished statue, Logan saw a woman with her head buried within her arms, sniffling and weeping. Judging from the fact that it was near the inn, Logan could already guess who it was. His heart went out to her. She had lost so much, her home, her family, everything.

Agnes?

Upon hearing her name, the woman lifted her head, revealing twin rivers flowing down her cheeks from her eyes. Oh my god, she gasped, her voice above a whisper Logan! She struggled to push herself up from where she sat. Her grief and sorrow were heavy weights, but her joy at seeing him alive gave her the strength to rise. Before he knew it, her arms were around him.

Youre alive! she choked. I was so worried you wouldnt pull through! As was everybody else!

She buried her eyes into his shoulder and held on tightly as if sorrow was trying to pull her back down. My fathermy homemy workand to think I could have lost the very first true friend I ever had!

Before Logan knew it, he had placed one hand on her waist and gently patting her back with the other hand. The grasp they shared together was all that kept her from falling to the pavement. Its alright, he told her. Just let it all out.

As Agnes tears gradually wet the shoulder of his trench coat, Logans memory once more reminded him of a familiar experience he shared with Katrina. He had only once seen Katrina cry. He knew her as a strong woman who was very good at keeping her emotions in check and rarely gave in to sadness. He had known her for only a few months in the Scourge when one day, she was dabbing at her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that threatened to open her to ridicule from her comrades. 
It was during training when the others began to notice her odd behavior. Tears blurred her vision and made her miss her targets. Soon the laughs and jeers began. All the other soldiers in training began mocking her for her weakness. Even the women were joining in against her. Logan was the only one present who was not amused by the situation. And when he saw her run from the training gallery, driven away by the slings and arrows of ridicule, his soul flooded with compassion and told him to follow her. And he did.

He found her in her room, weeping to herself. He knocked on the door and she told him to go away. But once he identified himself, Katrina unlocked the door and let him in after a moment of hesitation. They sat down together on the bed. He asked her what was wrong and Katrina told him that she had just received a telegram from her parents. The message was that Sybille, her beloved Persian cat had just died the previous day, run over by a speeding car. The cat was her only friend and she loved him very much.

Katrina, if you need to cry, he told her, my shoulder is available. He pointed to his shoulder. She nodded in reply with a slight smile. He held out his open arms and she threw herself into them, crying. He gently patted her on the back with one hand. Let it all out, he told her.

As the days passed, with his help, Katrina gradually regained her emotional strength. He defended her honor whenever her comrades ridiculed her. Katrina greatly appreciated Logans good integrity and compassion. The others, particularly Bellatrix and Revelin mocked Logan for being softhearted, which only further tempered his disdain towards them. In the Scourge compassion for others was frowned upon by many of those in training as many of them were hardened criminals. Garibaldi himself neither approved of nor protested the growing relationship, yet whenever he saw them together, Logan could always see a look of envy on his masters face.

Now, here he was, trying to console Anges. Father is dead, she wept, my home is gone just as I had feared. I have nothing.

At least she managed to have one last look inside her old room that one night.
Then he remembered the picture of her mother her father had given to her before they escaped. Before Geoffroy was killed by Revelin.

Thats not true Agnes, he told her gently pulling her away from him. There is still something. He reached into his pocket and found the picture of her mother. The frame had been damaged from his fall off the inns roof, but otherwise, the portrait remained intact. Here. Your father asked me to give this to you in case he didnt make it.

A slight gasp escaped her lips as he held it out to her. Her hands clasped to her chest where her heart beat. She reached for the picture and took it from his hands. She stared longingly at it for several long moments before returning her gaze towards him.

Thank you, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. It may not seem like much, but it means a lot to me now.

Before he could react, she had her arms around him once more. If words werent enough to express her gratitude, this would do the job for her.
Thank you Mr. Logan.
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The citizens of Arcanius are overjoyed that their hero was alive and well. The Scourge had withdrawn for good from their land. Peace had been restored for now. All that was left was for the citizens of Arcanius to rebuild their homes, but rebuilding their lives would be another matter. Those who lost loved ones would forever miss a piece of the puzzle that was their very existence.

Logan met with several of the citizens who thanked him for risking his life to save them and protect their city. But still, with the Sword of Fire stolen, the Scourges primary objective in Arcanius, his victory was tainted with the bitterness of another failure. Although Logan humbly gave his thanks to the citizens for their praise, it did nothing to ease a soul tormented by so much failure. But although many of the citizens sought an audience with him, the one person he wanted to meet with was his mother. His presence would lift the weight of her concern just as it had for the people.

But she was nowhere to be found. He went around asking people about her, but none of them knew where she was and what had happened to her. Logan began to assume the worst. There were two explanations for her mysterious absence. Either the Scourge had killed his mother or they had taken her prisoner.

However, he did manage to find Agnes on her knees in the park, trying to comfort a small whimpering child whose parents had been murdered by the Scourge.

I know how it feels, she told the little girl. My parents are dead too. But you still have some relatives living in this city. They will look after you.

The girl sniffled, but tears continued to flow from her small eyes. Logan could see that Agnes was also trying to fight back her own tears. But despite her need to be strong, sorrow was a powerful hammer that struck a blow against her heart.
Watching her give a child a gently embrace, Logan saw in her a compassionate heart, something Katrina possessed in life before the cruelty of the Scourge plugged it with lead.

Finally, he spoke with one of the city guards, the very same one who escorted him to the inn on his arrival.

Im sorry Mr. Logan, the guard apologized, but Im afraid the woman you speak of was taken prisoner by the Scourge.

Logan felt relief that his mother was alive yet concern, fear, and anger gnawed at his insides.

I saw them dragging her away, but she didnt go without a fight. She was kicking and screaming that her son would have his revenge on them. However, she lost the will to fight once they told her that the squad sent to the monastery would surely finish him off.

My mother must think I am dead as does the rest of the kingdom.

Do you know where they are headed? he asked.

I do not know where they are going, but I am certain that they must have a stronghold somewhere within this world. Where else could they be coming from? All I know is that they now possess all four of the elemental swords.

That leaves only the kingdom of Iconoclast itself! said Logan. He could only hope that the messengers of Tamirtania had delivered the warning to Queen Minerva. I must leave for there at once! he said.

The guard nodded. I understand. Your work in Arcanius is finished. You must go where you are needed and answer the heros call.

Prepare me a caravan to the Arcanius harbor at once!

Yes Mr. Logan. We shall begin the necessary preparations at once!
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Within an hour the caravan was ready for departure. The journey through the desert to the Arcanius harbor a few miles away would be relatively short compared to his previous expedition through the vast wasteland.

Logan gave his farewell to Arcanius and its citizens. But to his dismay, Anges didnt show up. She was nowhere to be found anywhere in the crowd to see him off. But it didnt matter to him anymore. His duty as her guardian was finished now that he was leaving Arcanius.

Two strong horses pulled the caravan across the barren wasteland, kicking up dust as hooves met with gravel. The curved roof, constructed of red canvas, provided shade from the sun for everyone and everything on board. He recognized the merchant who owned the caravan as Bruno from the inn several evenings ago. Bruno was now delivering shipments of cloth, lambskin, silk, and barrels containing spices to Iconoclast. He had agreed to take Logan on board as a passenger to Iconoclast, the only remaining kingdom yet to fall under siege from the Scourge.
The journey to the harbor at the present speed would take about an hour to complete. There, everything on board would be loaded onto a ship. The voyage to Iconoclast would take another few hours.

Logan spend the first fifteen minutes of the ride listening to Bruno go on about his trading business and about the dangers in the desert. This was the same merchant who by chance had given Maria a ride to Arcanius. Logan in turn told him about his own adventures in the desert. Bruno listened with keen interest as he was told about everything Logan endured and his eyes lit up when the subject of Death Cavern was brought up.

Mr. Logan, you truly are a man of legendary courage, skill, not to mention luck at having survived so much.

Luck had nothing to do with it, said Logan. If only he knew from where I got the skill.

He took a drink from his waterskin, which by now was practically weightless in his hands. He silently cursed himself for not refilling it. Bruno himself always carried a waterskin of water for his desert journeys. On some days, the sun warmed the day hot enough to draw out all the moisture from a man within a few hours. During the trip, Logan caught several glimpses of animal skeletons bleached in the sun, the remains of those who suffered an agonizing death from dehydration. Surely, there had to be an oasis somewhere they could drink. There was plenty of plant life to thrive in such an unfriendly environment and the carnivores had plenty of meat to from the herbivores.

Bruno explained that he also carried on board at all times a barrel filled with water for emergencies or for his passengers to drink. The barrel had a spigot to allow the water to flow from. The barrel was always filled before any trip out into the desert. If he or anyone else got hungry, food rations consisting of dried meat and fruit were available. Should the rations ever run out, someone would have to go out hunting. Luckily, the merchant was also a skilled hunter. Hanging on one wall, Logan saw a hunting knife and a crossbow with a quiver of bolts.

In the distance, the sea gradually crawled closer and closer. From where they were, Logan couldnt see the harbor, but he doubted it was anything fancy like it was back in Tamirtania.

He stood and walked over to the water barrel and refilled his waterskin. Then he stepped back and sat down on a large folded up rectangular bundle of cloth similar to those used to make gowns and dresses. But as he sat, he was startled to hear a muffled sound coming from within.

What the? he shouted in surprise as he quickly sat up. Bruno turned his head around where he sat clutching the reins of the horses. Logan lifted the cloth, expecting to see some homeless peasant who had hid here to escape the Scourge and ultimately fall asleep while waiting for things to settle down. Instead he was looking down into the face of an all-too familiar woman.

Agnes? he shouted in surprise. She waved a delicate hand at him with a smile and pushed herself up.

Well what do you know? Bruno said. Ive never had a stowaway before.

I hope you boys dont mind me tagging along, said Anges.

And just where do you think youre going? asked Logan as he set the cloth back down.

Im coming with you.

No! Logan said in anger. Absolutely not! Were turning this caravan around and taking you home right now!

What home? asked Agnes, her face hardening. I have nothing left! Her face begins to collapse as sorrow triumphs over anger. The Scourge took everything from me! My home! My work! And whats left of my family!

Its too dangerous where Im going! said Logan.

I dont care about the danger! said Agnes as she sat down upon a bundle of rolled up lambskin. Theres no point in arguing about it, Im coming! I have nothing left to live for! I want justice and vengeance for Arcanius and everything my people and I have lost!

All I have left to live for is my desire for vengeance and justice against the Scourge. Well, that and my mother. And Janus He pushed the thought away. There was no way Janus and him could ever be friends again. The next time they met, he risked his own death.

The Scourge took everything from so many people, me most of all, said Agnes. Her voice is choking as if shes ready to cry again. She dabs at her eyes as the first tears begin to flow. I hate them! I hate them all! I hate everything and everyone associated with the Scourge!

A cold sense of dread stopped Logans heart. Anges statement only confirmed what Janus had told him. Confirmed his own worst fears.

The moment they discover the truth, they will come to see you as their enemy as much as the Scourge see you as theirs. Janus words rang clear throughout his memory.

Her father was the first person to know the truth about Logans history, but now his secret was safe once more with Geoffroy nothing more than a pile of ashes and blackened bones. Much of the ashes were later carried off by the wind as he later heard, there was nothing left for Agnes to keep to remember her father by.

Theres no sense in turning back now, Agnes choked, weve already wasted plenty of time on the move already. Im coming along and thats final, so no point in arguing about it!

He sighed in defeat. Very well Agnes. If youre that insistent on coming along, I wont try to stop you.

Agnes smiled at him and wiped away another tear.

It looks like my duty as her protector isnt done yet!
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Where did you learn how to use those weapons? Agnes asked him out of curiosity as he cleaned his weapons. Like any good gunsmith, Logan knew that in order for a gun to work properly, it had to be cleaned regularly, eliminating any specks of gunpowder on the inside of the barrel. Any gun treated and handled carefully could last the lifetime of several owners.

A lift of his head revealed her watching him while sitting on the cloth that had hid her previously. Back home on Earth, I work as a gunsmith, he told her. I took over the business after my father died fighting in the Great War.

What war? asked Agnes.

Logan explained how over the course of four years, several countries fought each other. It began with the assassination of the Archduke of Austria and how many died fighting for their country. In total, the war had claimed many millions of lives. Agnes hugged her knees tightly listening to his story.

Millions of people? she asked. This entire world had barely been home to even a hundred thousand people at any point during the history of this world. This entire realm seems so tiny compared to your own world.

I wonder how many people in this world have died so far.  Logan asked himself. How many more will die before this war ends? Who shall live to enjoy the long overdue peace after Garibaldis death?

Finally, he told her that the Great War had only just ended several days ago, the day before he returned to this world. There are always casualties in war, he told her. Its inevitableregretfully. He remembered the vision Murlocks magic showed him of Garibaldis assault upon the lands before the curse he unleashed with the Sword of Darkness. Many people died before survivors were imprisoned in stone. Those who didnt survive when the curse was unleashed were the lucky ones. But now, even though the people were free, Garibaldi still had vast influence upon the land as the seeds of his lifes work flourished and grew to spread chaos throughout the land once more.

Have there been any wars in Iconoclast between any of the other lands? he asked her. Have any of the kingdoms ever attacked each other?

While the five kingdoms of Iconoclast, Naphorphia, Dunkilus, Arcanius, and Tamirtania do not consider any of the others their allies, they are neither enemies. The five lands have always balanced towards a neutral relationship. They have always been wary of each other since the great War of Wizardrys about fifteen hundred years ago.

What happened? asked Logan, his interest perked up as he took a drink from his water skin.

This is a page of history we all learn in school, said Agnes. Fifteen centuries ago, a man with hatred in his heart learned to master the dark arts. Together with his father, an even more powerful master of the dark arts who possessed an even greater hatred within his soul, they waged war against their own kin and all humans in this world. Somehow, they managed to find a loophole in the laws of wizardry preventing magic users from using their magic to harm one another.
Before Logan could stop himself, he spat up the water he had drunk all over a bundle of silk cloth.

Are you alright? asked Bruno who remained with his grip on the reins of the horses pulling the caravan. Agnes stared at him in concern.

Sorry, Logan apologized. He wiped his mouth dry. I remember such a story being told to me by Murlock about two months ago back when I first came to this land. The monks at the monastery also told me about a dark sorcerer who waged war against the people of this land during my recovery. I wonder if these two stories are connected in any way?.

As I was saying, said Agnes regaining her composure, the father and son destroyed many of their rivals, including those who lived on the Isle of Lazarus before turning their attention to their next goal, the eradication of human life. It was only through the efforts of the sole survivor of the attack on the Isle of Lazarus, Lazarus himself, when the tide of the battle turned and human life was preserved. The father was banished to another realm and his son was slain in battle by Lazarus. But Lazarus himself could not survive his own wounds. He never got a chance to hear the praises of the kingdom.

From what I was told by Murlock, said Logan, he sent his family to Earth before his battle with the dark wizard. Because of his death, they had to live out the rest of their lives on Earth.

I wonder how they went on with their lives, said Agnes resting her chin upon a palm. Imagine being stranded in a foreign land with no knowledge of its culture or way of life.

Logan smiled. They did very well Agnes.

She looked at him, puzzled. How do you know?

He leaned towards her. Agnes, from what I learned from experience and Murlock, I am a direct descendant of Lazarus himself.

Anges stared at him in astonishment. Even Bruno himself turned his head to gawk in awe.

I know what youre thinking, Logan said. Even I found it hard to believe. But how else could I have survived one of Garibaldis magic spells back in the throne room of that castle?

You were struck by Garibaldis magic? Agnes gasped.

I didnt even feel a thing, said Logan proudly. My bloodline offered me some sort of protection. I didnt realize the truth about my ancestry until after Garibaldi died.

Was it luck that you were brought here? asked Bruno. Luck that allowed you to survive everything you endured?

Perhaps luck had something to do with some of it, said Logan as he finished cleaning the barrels of his shotgun and closed the barrel.

He caught sight of Agnes watching him with interest, the way she had that night at the inn where the stayed.

Can you teach me how to use those weapons?

He stared at her in surprise. Why would you want to use these things? Theyre dangerous if handled improperly.

Someday I may need to do so to save my own life! Or the life of another.

It took her a few minutes of persuasion, but Logan finally agreed to give her a quick lesson on firearms. He showed her how to hold the gun, standing behind her and helping her keep a tight and steady grip on it. He showed her the trigger, telling her that pulling it would fire the gun in the direction its barrels were pointed. Think of it as a modern-day crossbow, he told her. Its actually very simple to use once you understand how to handle it properly.

Luckily, Logan had the foresight to remove the shells from his weapon before giving Agnes this tutorial. That last thing he wanted was for her to hurt him, herself, or accidentally kill Bruno or even frighten the horses.

The shotgun is more useful at closer range because the pellets have a spread pattern. The Thompson machine gun is more useful at longer ranges because the bullets travel in a straight line. The shotgun needs to be reloaded after every shot but the machine gun can fire off many bullets in rapid succession before you need to reload.

He showed her how to open the barrels of the gun to reload. Through it all, he hoped that Anges would never actually have to use these weapons. Doing so would only endanger her.

Watching her learn how to use his weapons reminded Logan back to when he and Katrina trained together. The more he got to know her, the more she reminded him of Katrina. Other than being almost a splitting image of his one true love, she was like her in so many ways in a growing list. Headstrong. Brave. Diligent. Compassionate and warmhearted. There were times when she tried to be emotionally strong, but sometimes could not. But once more, Logan had to remind himself that Anges and Katrina were two completely different women and that he and Agnes would only be just friends. After all, he believed he would never love another woman the way he loved Katrina. In many ways, Katrina was his soul mate; her loss was a destruction of part of himself.

After half an hour of lessons and tutorials, Agnes was confident that she could use these strange and complex weapons as a pro.

And that is how you use a gun, Logan told her. Just be careful in how you use it or you may get hurt. Thats a risk Im not willing to take.

Agnes looked at him. Is that why you took so much persuasion to teach me?

Their eyes locked together. I made a promise to your father that I would always watch over and protect you, he told her. When I left Arcanius, I thought my duty was done. I was wrong.

I promise not to be a burden, she replied. I know how to take care of myself. Believe me, I have experience.

He wondered how she coped and managed while being a captive of bandits out in the desert. He also smiled at the memory of her trying to fight off a drunken Walter.
Oh I believe you, he said. But if you do get yourself into trouble, expect me to come rescue you, no matter what.

No matter what? Does that mean at any cost? Regardless of what happens? To yourself? To others?

He could not think of a reply. He scoffed at the possibility that such a situation would ever come. To risk his life was one thing. But to risk the lives of everyone else was another? Something he doubted he would actually do.

You shouldnt have to risk so much for everyone, she went on. Youve already done so much. For the people. For my homeland. For me. You are probably the most selfless and altruistic person I have ever met. But sometimes Logan, you can be a bit too impulsive and reckless. Thats not always a bad thing because you avoid harming the innocent even by accident. You also have a hard time letting go of painful memories, one of which motivates you, as if it owns your very soul itself. You carry a lot of emotional baggage. One day you have to let it go, otherwise it will destroy you. This land needs its hero.

She stepped closer to him. And I need my friend. And I will help him in any way I can. No matter how great the danger, I will do whats right, whats best, and whats necessary.

Listening to her words brought Logan back to the telegram he had sent Katrinas parents after her death. Your daughter was the bravest woman I had ever known. And Im not just saying that because I loved her. She had risked her very life defying Garibaldi, refusing to pledge allegiance to his cause. She had willing sacrificed herself for mankind.

Worry now consumed his soul. Was Agnes actually preparing herself to take this very risk for her people? For him?

But of course. She had nothing left. No home. No work. No friends. No family. The Scourge had taken everything away from her. Everything except the friends because she never had any.

You may have saved the people in this land by murdering Garibaldi, Janus words reminded him, but in doing so, you only exposed them to even greater danger. All this death and destruction is happening because of you! You stranded us in this land by killing Garibaldi.

Logan felt an uneasy feeling throughout his soul. Was there some truth to Janus words? Was the fact that her father and home gone because of him?

He pushed the thought out of his mind. The Scourge still believed that this land was rightfully theirs, refusing to accept that this was once a civilized land conquered long ago by Garibaldi and his minions. They chose to attack this world. Was it all part of a plan to lure him into a trap and exact their revenge? Whatever their true goal was, they had to be stopped, one way or another.
On the other hand, what did he have left to live for himself? He had a home back on Earth. All he had left of his family was his mother who was now a hostage of the Scourge. But the one thing that kept him going was his promise to Katrina.
Why? he asked her. Why would you put yourself at great risk for someone you hardly know? Just like the monks who died giving me time to prepare myself for battle.

Hardly know? she blinked in surprise stepping back. Youre wrong Logan! I know you far better than almost anyone I have ever known. She sat down upon a bundle of lambskin, fighting a losing battle to prevent the flow of tears and her voice began to choke. The Scourge injured me the way they injured you, deep in my heart. All I have left to live for is the promise of justice against the Scourge.
Stop it, he told her gently. He got down on one knee before her. You will survive this war. Ill make certain of that!

This time, he truly meant to say those words.
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At last, the caravan reached the harbor. Compared to the rest of the barren desert surrounding it, the harbor looked like paradise. Tall wooden poles were planted like cactus in the gravel on the beach, with the red banners of Arcanius fluttering in the wind atop them. A small building resembling a one-story house sat upon the gravel to provide shade from the sun. A large oval hole almost reaching up to the roof was cut into one wall. Stone enclaves were built into the sides of the docks for the torches to burn in the night, filled with oil whenever necessary. There were enough docks to anchor four ships. Currently, one large trading vessel was waiting to set sail.

It the captain asks why Im coming, said Agnes, tell him Im seeing relatives in Iconoclast.

But you dont have any relatives in Iconoclast! Logan pointed out. Dont you?
Of course not, said Agnes sadly. Often, I wish I did.

Then why did you attend the celebrations of the engagement and marriage of Edward and Minerva?

Because I believe they are wonderful occasions to have fun and meet people. And I did meet a friend there. You.

He felt his face grow warm as the blood rushed to his cheeks. I hope Im not blushing.

Bruno guided the horses through the hole in the wall of the house and pulled on the reins to halt the caravan. Looking outside, Logan saw that the ground of the building was made of a strong and durable wood. Looking around, he saw numerous crates and barrels stored inside this building and came to the conclusion that it was some kind of storage shed.

Ahoy there Bruno! A man approached the caravan and raised a vertical palm in greeting.

Ahoy yourself, Bruno returned the greeting as he stepped onto the ground. Where is the captain?

Hes inside the tavern with the others refilling their supply of fresh water and rum. So what have you got for us to deliver today?

Cloth, silk, spice, lambskin, and Ive also got two passengers who wish access to Iconoclast.

Logan expected the sailor to respond with hearty enthusiasm but he remained deathly silent instead for several seconds.

How unfortunate for them, he finally spoke, despair strangling his vocal cords. They could not have picked a worse time to travel there. Iconoclast is being held hostage by the Scourge itself!

Hostage? Logan asked himself. He and Agnes shared a look of concern. There must have already been a battle, she whispered to him. And the Scourge may have already won!

Were they taken by surprise? Or did the messenger deliver the warning to Queen Minerva?

So who are these people wishing to travel to Iconoclast? the sailor asked.

See for yourself, said Bruno. He called out to the caravan, Alright, you can come off now. Ive arranged your ride!

Agnes was the first to step off, followed immediately by Logan. He saw the sailors eyes widen as if he had seen a ghost. A gasp escaped his lips and he backed away several steps before bumping into a wooden pillar. He regained his composure, straightened out the wrinkles in his clothing, and stepped forward, never taking his eyes off Logan.

My god! Logan, youre alive! Thank Lazarus!

Whats happening in Iconoclast? asked Logan.

The sailor shook his head. Its nothing but sorrow over there. The Scourge march Iconoclasts streets daily, hassling the citizens and threatening anyone who show even the tiniest sign of defiance. Any supplies delivered by trading voyages are promptly seized. Normally, the citizens would hold onto their hopes that their hero will come. But now, since everyone thinks you are dead. His voice died off with a hint of hopelessness.

So thats it! Everyone thinks Im dead. Revelin must have used my hat as proof to inflict such despair upon the people.

Queen Minerva will be overjoyed to see you, said the sailor with high spirits. She has been trying to be strong for her people, but I dont know just how long it will last, considering her condition  

Stop! Logan shouted. I dont need to hear another word of whats going on over there! I must go to Iconoclast immediately!

And this woman? asked the sailor. If I may ask, for what reason does she want to travel to Iconoclast?

Im worried about my relatives there, said Agnes. The sailor studied her carefully. Logan had a feeling that he did not believe a word of it.
Very well then, he said. Ill inform the captain immediately of our cargo and we shall leave as soon as possible.
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Once the crew had loaded all the cargo from Brunos caravan onto the ship, Logan and Anges bid farewell to Bruno, thanking him for his help before they stepped on board to take them to the city of Iconoclast.

The captain himself at first did not believe the news that Logan was alive after all. But once he and the rest of his crew laid eyes upon him, even Logan himself could not help but smile as two of the crew members fainted from the shock of seeing him alive. Once the shock of the moment had passed however, the captain was as joyful as a young man on his wedding day.

The arrangements were made to transport Logan and Agnes to the city of Iconoclast where the Scourge instilled fear and sorrow in the hearts of the civilians and their young queen. Logan of course had a plan of his own to deal with the situation.

Ill take them by surprise, he said.

And how do you intend to accomplish this? asked the captain where he and Agnes were seated in the ships cabin during the voyage. Even if you do, youll have quite a firefight on your hands.

Maybe if he were able to somehow sneak inside the castle, said Agnes. But if only he could get out of the harbor undetected?

The Scourge will surely search the ship and seize our cargo, said the captain. Whatever they can use for themselves, they will take. Anything else they keep anyway, not leaving anything for those who truly need them. I dont know just how much longer people can hold out under the tightening iron fist of the Scourge.
Well just have to hide Logan somewhere, said Agnes.

And what about you? asked Logan.

Agnes smiled. You shouldnt have to worry about me. I know how to take care of myself. Im in no danger from them.

Watch over and protect Agnes. Geoffroys voice echoed in his ears and memory.
But should they recognize you from Arcanius?

And why would they? Ill just say Im visiting relatives, remember?
The captain smiled and chuckled. My lady, I didnt believe a word of your story from the very moment I heard it.

Agnes face became a mask of surprise as she glanced at him with wide eyes.
What if I hide in one of the barrels? asked Logan, his idea had suddenly struck him like a lightning bolt.

Aha! the captain said tapping his temple with one finger. I believe that would be your best chance! We can empty one barrel  it contains nothing but apples  and you can hide in there. Well pile apples over you to conceal you better.
The captain by now was barely able to control himself. I can hardly wait to see the expressions on the Scourge when they ultimately find out that you are actually still alive. You see Logan, one soldier amongst them delivered a message to their commander that you had been killed at the Arcanius monastery. He snickered. Im guessing he didnt stay to confirm it!

Oh yes, Logan said, it would be quite a surprise for them! Now lets go over this again. Ill hide in the apple barrel and wait for a lone Scourge soldier. After I have him dispatched I will take his uniform to sneak through the streets to the castle unseen. Once inside the castle, I will reveal myself and gain an audience with my friend Queen Minerva.

The kill will have to be silent, said the captain. You wouldnt want to attract any unwanted attention from the Scourge.

Not a problem, said Logan. He reached into a pocket of his trench coat, making sure he still had Walters dagger. At last he would have a use for it. Taking it from Walters corpse was a good idea after all. A stealthy kill would be a problem if he hadnt claimed it.

You should be kept hidden at all times Logan, said the captain. It wouldnt do for you to expose yourself and risk a lone soldier alerting others to your presence.  Someone else should take responsibility for eliminating a lone soldier.

Then who? asked Logan. Are you volunteering?

I cannot, said the captain. As much as I want nothing more than to see the blood of every soldier within the ranks of the Scourge spilled,  I have a responsibility to this ship and its crew. All I can do is simply keep any other soldiers away by letting them confiscate my cargo.

Then who is willing to get their hands stained with blood?

I am, said Agnes.

Absolutely not! Logan said slamming his fist on the table. I will not allow you to put yourself in a potentially risky situation! You do not have to do this Agnes.

Yes I do, she said. There is no one else willing to do this. I not only have to, I want to.

Logan felt the captain nudge him with an eblow. You really have to admire her courage and spirit my friend. We need more women like her in the world these days!

On this point, I agree with you, said Logan. But I dont trust any soldier of the Scourge alone with her. What if something went wrong? What if her attempt failed? What if the soldier became aggressive towards her? He could still picture Katrinas blood-stained corpse after being shot by the Scourge firing squad. What if Anges suffered a similar fate at the hands of one soldier? I made a promise to her father that I would keep her safe and I always keep my word!

Then you are a man of honor Logan, said the captain.

Logan turned once more to Agnes. Why? he asked her. Why are you willing risk your own life for this plan? For me?

Agnes stares back at him with a face that mirrors her feelings of sadness and anger. This isnt just your war to fight Logan. The entire realm is at war with the Scourge. People have lost so much including their homes, loved ones, even their own lives.

Unlike so many other people who have suffered the wrath of the Scourge I have nothing left. They have already taken everything from me! My home, my work, what was left of my family... She sinks back into the chair with a lowered face that she clasps her hands over. She is trying to be strong but the tears have already begun to flow despite her efforts.

Logan steps around the table and stands at her side. I know how it feels to have the Scourge take something from you that you can never get back. I had so much to look forward to with someone I loved. Marriage. Children. Growing old together. Now its all gone because of the Scourge.

He gently pulls her hands away from her face. But I keep on fighting, never to rest until the Scourge are gone forever. I made a promise at her grave. And I intend to see it through to the very bloody end. I would risk my life for justice and peace, not the lives of my friends and allies.

Anges dabs her eyes and wipes away the river that has flown down her face. She regains her composure and rises to her feet. Neither would I. And I will help you fight this battle alongside the rest of your allies.

I wonder if that is exactly what Katrina would have said. Would she have fought by my side had she lived?

Well, I guess youve made up your mind and nothing I do will change it, he said. So how will we get a single Scourge soldier away from his comrades?

Agnes smiled. I will simply use the greatest weapon a woman has: her charms!
Logan stared at her in horror. Are you mad Agnes? Are you suggesting we use you as live bait? Forget it! Youll only endanger yourself!

But it is the only way, said the captain. I dont like this plan either but we have no choice. In war sometimes we have to take risks!

Logan sighed in defeat. Very well. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the dagger carefully by its blade. Here, he said handing it to Agnes, take this. You will need it!

Agnes took the handle with a smile. Perfect!

And remember, said the captain. Even when you do go out in disguise, it will be better and safer if you travel as it starts to get dark.
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Once the port had been spotted, preparations were made to carry out Logans plan. Several sailors tipped over a barrel halfway filled with apples, dumping its contents onto the floor. Logan had eaten a few apples during the trip from a barrel that was once long ago brimming with them but now had only a quarter of its volume in apples left. Fresh fruits were helpful to prevent scurvy, a notorious and feared killer of sailors and travelers. Apples were Logans favorite fruit but he longed for his mothers apple pie and a drink of her apple cider, both of which were blue-ribbon winners at last years county fair.

Once he was squatted within the empty barrel, the sailors piled the apples on top of him to completely conceal him. This was necessary because the apple barrel had no cover. All around him, the smell of apples tantalized his sense of smell. A tiny hole allowed him to see outside and breath in fresh air.

It was another hour before the ship arrived at the harbor of Iconoclast. It was amazing how time seemed to stand perfectly still when the body is not in motion. He heard voices coming from outside and the sounds of upon the wooden plank.
Theyre coming Logan, Agnes whispered to him. Ill try to distract one of them before they leave the ship.

Be careful, he whispered back to her.

Safely hidden within the apple barrel, Logan waited and listened for what seemed like two hours while the Scourge forced the crew to unload everything of value. His blood boiled with anger and disgust at their total disregard for the needs of the public. They placed their own needs above everyone else as if they considered themselves higher than all the rest of mankind. They all lacked compassion and humanity unlike Katrina and himself.

His only companion inside the cabin was Agnes who sat at the table peeling herself an apple with the dagger. As they waited, Logan could only guess as to how Agnes would contribute to the plan and make it work. He couldnt help but admire her courage and spirit.

From outside, he heard a voice say, Well, thats the last of it. Now lets get everything we can use loaded onto our own ship. 

Not so fast! Im hungry. Lets find something to eat on board this wreck.
He heard the sounds of approaching footsteps. Next came the squeaks of protest from the hinges of the cabin door. Sitting absolutely still, Logan watched through the crack as two soldiers of the Scourge entered the cabin. One was clad in black and the other in brown.

You, girl! the brown robed soldier pointed and ordered. Get us something to eat!

Agnes left the dagger on the table impaled through what was left of her apple and rose to her feet. Very well but all we have to eat here are apples. The cook has no time to whip up a meal at the moment. Would you like water or rum?

Her years of experience working at the inn would serve her well now even in present company. Logan thought back to how she tried to handle the situation with Walter. How would she handle two soldiers of the Scourge?

As she turned to face them the black robed soldier spoke in an accusatory tone. Wait a second. I recognize you girl! He pointed a finger at her. Youre the daughter of the man commander Revelin made toast out of back in that desert city!
So they do recognize her! Logan saw through the hole that a slight scowl had momentarily crossed her lips at the mention of Revelins name.

So, he slowly approached her, speaking in a more pleasant tone, one that sounded suspiciously like flirtation, why are you here?

Imjust visiting relatives here in the city, she told her lie trying to remain calm despite the tension and uneasiness building within her. 

Hmmm, is that so? Well girl, it would be a shame for anything to happen to them if you dont co-operate.

Agnes gulped, trying her best to sound concerned to avoid suspicion. Very well. She didnt dare call them gentlemen, for that was hardly what they were! Her shadow darkened his surroundings as she stood over the barrel and selected two apples from the top of the pile, being careful not to expose him. She handed them over to the soldiers. Will that be enough for now? she asked.

He heard the sounds of chomping and chewing. Peeking through the hole he saw one of the soldiers biting into the apple, the other did not. Logan hoped he didnt ask for rum for he knew from the inn that men could get awfully volatile when drunk. He saw the soldier stare longingly at Agnes.

How long has it been since I laid eyes on a pretty lass like yourself? he asked.

I beg your pardon? Agnes asked nervously.

The soldier wouldnt even reply. Instead, with deliberately placed footsteps, he approached her, casually tossing the apple aside. Agnes stepped back until she bumped into the table. Dont come another step closer! she warned with a hint of fright.

Do you need any help with her? his comrade asked.

No, Ill manage her. Shes just a woman.

Logan saw Agnes face harden like a stone at this remark. Wherever the soldier hailed from, he had been taught to believe that women were inferior to men. Yet here in this world women were treated with the same equality as men and had the same rights. Even Logan found himself angered at the soldiers behavior, but he dared not risk revealing himself. Not until the soldier was alone. Otherwise, he ran the risk of his comrade running off and sounding the alarm to the others. If that happened, so much for a sneaky entry.

The brown robed soldier nodded and took his leave closing the door behind him. Logan decided to wait a few more moments to give the soldier time to leave the area and all earshot. There would surely be a commotion in the cabin and he could not risk the soldiers comrade coming back.

Through the crack, Logan watched as the soldier seized Agnes with her chin under his palm and his fingers on her right cheek.  Before she could react, he pulled her face closer and pressed his lips to her own. Logans disgust gnawed his innards at the sight. If there was one thing a man should never do to a woman it was force a kiss, particularly if she made it clear she wasnt interested in him.
Then, in his hiding place, he felt his lips curve into a smile as Agness left hand clenched into a fist and she slammed it into the cheek of her aggressor with all her might. It was enough force to knock the soldier off balance to the side. Logan felt the corners of his lips retract back down as the soldier regained his momentum after a short moment.

Agnes reached behind her for the dagger. This was the moment Logan was waiting for. Her life and the success of this plan depended upon her next move. One stab in the right place and the deed was done. 

She attempted to thrust the blade into his throat, but the soldier, still rubbing his sore cheek seized her by the wrist. Had he hesitated another split second before making his move he would be dead. You little wench! he bellowed. His opened palm struck Agnes twice, on the cheek and under her nose. The slaps are strong enough to send her crashing to the floor like a fallen tree. The dagger falls from her grasps and slides along the floor out of her reach. Do you even have any idea who youre messing with? The Scourge do not take kindly to this defiance!

Through it all Logan watched, fury building up within him. This soldier was even worse than Walter back in the inn. This man who pledged loyalty to the Scourge had not only threatened Agnes, he had struck her! And he wasnt even drunk! As the soldier reached into his robe, Logan knew the time to act was now. If he had failed Katrina perhaps he could partially make up for it by saving her double. He would have to take the risk of exposing himself in order to save Anges and keep his promise to her father.

The soldier had only just taken out his weapon when Logan, all the anger coursing through his soul giving him strength, forced his entire body upward and straight with a mighty push. The apples covering launched themselves out of the barrel like rocks from a volcanic crater, some pelting the body of his enemy. Dont you dare treat a woman that way! he shouted in rage. At the same time he pushed his body up against the barrel with enough for it to tip forward.

Taken by surprise the soldier leaped about a foot into the air at the eruption of apples. He spun on his heels and trained his weapon on the fallen barrel, but when Logan crawled out and pushed himself up onto his feet his face went white as if he had seen a ghost. You! he gasped. His Tommy gun fell from his hand, torn free by shock. Logan glared at his enemy who by now was slowly backing up. You, he stammered. His throat tight with fright struggled to get the words out, ...youre supposed to be dead!

Logan backed his foe up until he was up until the wall before pinning him by the throat with one hand. Am I? he chuckled as he reached into his trench coat and gripped the hilt of the Sword of Judgment. It is the only weapon in his possession capable of delivering a silent kill. Sorry if youre disappointed, but thats just the way life is. We cant always get what we want nowcan we? 

He pulls out the sword and points it at his foe preparing to do what Agnes could not. Before he could thrust it into the soldiers chest, something happened that defied explanation. The amethyst blade of the sword suddenly begins to glow and sparkle. Tendrils of silent electricity materialize and begin to waver like snakes on a gorgons head. A colorless transparent pillar of mist streams from the blades end and engulfs the soldier. Logan watches with astonished fascination at the spectacle in his hands. Even in spite of his hesitation he saw that the soldier was making no efforts to retaliate. His enemy opened his mouth to scream - whether it was a warning to any other Scourge soldier in the area, terror, or in pain  but only gasps of short breath came out.

Logan releases his grip on the soldiers throat and steps back in shock as the soldier dropped to his knees, his skin rapidly blotching and aging. Within a matter of seconds, what was once a healthy young man gradually transforms into a emaciated gaunt old man who is nothing more than skin and bones. Cracks begin to form and spread across his ancient flesh before flakes of his skin peel away and circle him as he slowly disintegrates. Finally the mist surrounding him vanishes back into the swords blade and the electrical tendrils vanish. Nothing is left of the soldier, not even a skeleton. Only his clothes remain. 

Although Logan had not expected this turn of events, he savored every moment of it. Whatever power the sword possessed it was a fitting punishment. His stomach churned with nausea at what he had witnessed.

Satisfied that his enemy is dead Logan stashes the sword back into his trench coat. Emotionally shaken by the power of the sword he is nevertheless concerned for Agnes. He found her on one knee rubbing her face with one hand and a finger on the other wiping the area under her nose. He helps her up to her feet as she embraces him. He made no attempt to stop his arms from wrapping around her waist.

Logan she spoke slowly, thank you. There is a hint of terror in her voice.

Youre not hurt too badly are you? he asked in concern.

He could have killed me, she stammered.

He was definitely worse than Walter!

If I had known this was going to happen, I never would have agreed to let you take part in this plan.

He released her and she stepped back. He sees her staring at him eyes wide with fear. The Sword of Judgment, she says. I had heard stories about it in my youth and that the monks of the monastery acted as its guardians for centuries. But I never laid eyes upon it, nor did I actually believe I would ever bear witness whatever power it held. Why did you remove it from its resting place? The tone in her voice is one of worry.

I didnt think I had a choice, said Logan. The Scourge had killed the monks. Leaving the sword unprotected would be too risky.

But what about the risk of bringing it with you? What if it falls into enemy hands?

I wont let it happen! If I can bring it to Murlock, hell know how to keep it safe.

As Agnes dusts off her clothes Logan watches her face darken with a scowl. So, the identity of my fathers murderer is finally known to me. Revelin. This is a name I will forever remember with hate and anger.

That makes two of us! said Logan sharing determination and will.

If anyone is going to kill that scoundrel it should be me!

If I dont do it first, he reminded her. He feared for her safety more than his own life. Yet Agnes had demonstrated that she is not at all the passive woman she had once been when betrayed by a man she once loved and trusted. Ever since he met her she was growing stronger throughout her ordeals. First with Walter back at the inn and now this.

Yet another similarity between her and Katrina.

Staring down at the remains of the soldier, Logan considered the turn of events a blessing in disguise. Even if soldier had been killed by a thrust of the dagger or the sword it would have left blood on his uniform. A bloodstain would make other Scourge soldiers suspicious.

At least now they would not have to dispose of the body.
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Sunset came, painting the sky and clouds all the colors of autumn leaves. At this hour, the streets would be empty, save for merchants closing up their shops and street stalls. Few citizens would walk out this late, especially with the Scourge on patrol. Shadows from buildings hiding the sun would darken the streets, a perfect setting for thieves and assassins to do their dirty work. It was at this time that Logan decided to move out towards the castle.

Once he surveyed the harbor and found it empty of the Scourge he walked down the plank with Agnes following him.

You know Logan, she spoke up, it will be dangerous for us to travel together in this city. I think we should part ways for now.

Deep down he disagreed with her. After what happened on board he wanted to stay by her side to keep her safe. However he realized that she was right, if any of the Scourge soldiers patrolling the streets saw them together, suspicions would arise. Why would a soldier of the Scourge walk anywhere with a woman of the land at his side?

He sighed. Very well. But just be safe Agnes. Okay?

You dont need to worry about me Mr. Logan. I know how to take care of myself. Farewell and good luck!

He watched as she walked off into the evening darkness. For several moments, he stood there in silence, feelings of regret flowing through his soul. What if something happens to her? What if the Scourge capture her? Or worse? Katrinas death hurt me to the core. If something happens to her double, Ill never forgive myself. Another tragedy will destroy me.

Reality set back in and he marched forward into the city.

In the city of Iconoclast itself, he found the streets mostly empty. Only a few citizens were still out at this hour. Merchants were closing up shop. A lone young woman swept the front steps of her home. A young couple were standing near an opened window, watching the setting sun. A little boy and girl were playing in the yard of their home. A few guards patrolled the streets, watching for thieves and other racketeers. No one was smiling, laughing, or even moved with high spirits. It was truly a grim picture. Believing their hero to have fallen, people had lost hope. 

Every part of him wanted to call out to these people and reveal himself to them, but he could not. Doing so would blow his cover and risk one hell of a gunfight with the Scourge with the lives of innocent civilians at risk. Back in Arcanius, Revelin had threatened to have an entire crowd massacred if Logan had shot him to save Geoffroy.

Worry for Agnes clouded his mind. He struggled to regain control and grasp the situation before him. Somehow, he had to sneak towards the castle and gain an audience with the queen. She would then announce his survival to the citizens and restore hope. His presence would once more give people hope. It would also further damage the pride of the Scourge. How he would smile when he saw the look on Revelins face when he realized that his foe was still alive after all. Once again, he would have outsmarted his arch-rival.

He heard the sounds of many footsteps in unison. Ducking into an alley, he waited for several moments in the darkness and watched as a squad of Scourge soldiers marched past. He waited several more moments until all was silent again before he emerged safely. Even at this hour, in his disguise, there was still a small chance that his identity would be discovered by the Scourge.

He ran out farther into the empty streets, keeping his eyes out and his hearing for the sounds of approaching patrols. All was quiet except for a gentle evening breeze rustling the few trees in gardens.

When he came upon the town square, he found it empty. There was not a single person anywhere. A stone pedestal stood to the east. Logan had not seen this pedestal during his last visit two months ago on the day of the celebrations following the dissolution of Garibaldis curse.

He approached the pedestal and nearly stumbled over a large rock concealed by the shadows of dusk. Careful examination revealed that the stone was actually a piece of what was once a statue. Apparently, the Scourge had blown it to bits with their explosives. He could only guess in whose image the statue was. Inspecting the plaque confirmed his suspicions.

Dedicated to Logan, the greatest hero this land had ever known.

The destruction of the statue was no great loss to Logan, but it meant something to the people of the land. It was a symbol of his courage, a tribute to his heroism. To the Scourge, especially Revelin, the statue was a symbol of his victory over them. The mere sight of the statue had obviously dealt an even bigger blow to their pride and their commanders ego.

Since the whole kingdom believed him dead, the destruction of the statue was also a symbol of despair and hopelessness. If even Logan himself had fallen before the Scourge, was all lost? Standing there before the pedestal and the shattered statue, Logan vowed to himself that he would somehow restore hope to the land. Oh, how the Scourge would react when they realized that he was still alive. Yet another blow to their pride. How could they call themselves the most powerful army in history when they couldnt even kill him?

And then he heard the sounds of nearby voices. Skirting along the side of the building shielding him with the darkness of its shadow, Logan stealthily approached the source. The voices grew louder and he heard the spoken words more clearly. Judging from the pleas of one and the demands of the other, he surmised that the voices were that of a citizen and a soldier of the Scourge. Peering around the corner of the building shielding him in the darkness of its shadow, he spotted the source. Several yards away, two men were standing in front of a wooden cart loaded with various goods hitched to two horses. Due to the cloth covering the top, it was difficult to determine what was underneath. One of the men was dressed as a typical merchant, the other was a soldier of the Scourge.

But this is all Ive got left! he heard the merchant plead. You take it and youll ruin my business!

Do I really look like I give a damn? the soldier said with a sneer. Under orders of Commander Revelin, we are to loot all the supplies we can get our hands on. Your business means nothing to me!

Please, the merchant pleaded, I need to make a living to feed my family!

The soldier demonstrated his lack of humanity and compassion by jamming the barrels of his shotgun into the merchants ribs. Surrender your goods or die right here! Either that or be free from the burden of having a few other mouths to feed. Take your pick!

You wouldnt dare threaten my family!

Well who is going to stop me? With Logan out of the picture, nothing will stand in our way!

Logan pulled his head back into the shadows and pressed his body flat against the buildings wall, horrified by what he was hearing. It was bad enough that the Scourge were robbing from merchant vessels, but to rob innocent people was unforgivable! With his guts nauseous with anger, Logan made the decision that he was not going to stand aside and allow this soldier to rob an innocent man. Just as he was about to step out of the darkness, another voice was heard.

Whats going on here? he heard an unknown female voice demand.

This is none of your business girl! the Scourge soldier shouted. Be on your way!

Logan peered back out to see a figure clad in steel armor standing before the soldier in the manner of a parent confronting a child who had misbehaved despite repeated orders to obey and stay out of trouble. The visor of the helmet was opened wide enough to reveal a young woman in her early twenties. In one hand, she clutched a spear with a long steel shaft.

Ill do no such thing, she said defiantly. I take my orders only from the queen and my father! I will not idly stand by and allow you to threaten and rob the people Ive sworn to protect and serve!

I admire your spirit girl, the soldier said, but defiance against the Scourge will only bring death. Yours if you are foolish enough!

Do not threaten me, the female guard said angrily. I took an oath when I became a guard to protect the people of this city. And I will not stand down for anyone, not even you!

Logan smiled at her courage and defiant spirit. Someone had to stand up to the Scourge. It wouldnt do for everyone to cower underneath the shadow of their enemys presence and the control they had over this land.

Before the guard could react, an arm clutching a shotgun swung as if wielding a sword, the gun struck the side of her head with the force of a sledgehammer. The force of the blow was enough to knock her to the pavement and pull off the helmet revealing a head covered with sun blond hair stretching down to the bottom of the neck below the shoulders. At the back of her head, the hair is tied into a bun.

You clearly have more guts than brains girl! he sneered. The female guard begins to push herself up, only to find herself staring into the barrels of a shotgun pointed directed at her face. Yet her eyes remained stoic and devoid of fear. Then again, we all know what they say about blondes! 

Just as the soldier was about to pull the trigger, Logan slammed his body into the soldiers frame with enough power to throw him backwards. The sound of splintering wood is heard as the soldiers body connects with the side of the cart.

The female guard and the merchant stared in astonishment at what had just happened.

Once he had seen the guard thrown to the street by the assault, Logan knew the time to act was now. There was no way in hell he was going to let this courageous young woman lose her life all because of her refusal to back down. The spirit of rebellion, though dim in the midst of despair, burned brightly within her. Surely others could be inspired by her example. Within her spirit, Logan saw his beloved Katrina, whose bravery had ultimately forged him into the savior he was meant to be.

What the? the soldier shouted in rage as he forced himself up. His shotgun had been thrown from his hand after Logans assault. He dusted off his robe and glared at this unknown assailant. What do you think youre doing? You picked quite a time to develop sympathy for these pitiful peasants!

Thankfully, the darkness of his own hood and the evening shadows combined together to hide Logans face. Logan smiled at his good fortune. Here he was standing before an enemy who was oblivious to his presence.

Dont you know compassion for the opposing side is treason? the soldier snarled. Deep down, youre nothing but a soft-hearted weakling. He practically spat out the next few words, his voice dripping scorn, just like that coward Katrina!

Logan furrowed his eyebrows as rage poisoned his body. Even today, the Scourge still regarded her with disgust and contempt at her sense of humanity. Dont you dare talk about her like that! he hissed and threw his fist into his enemys face. A crunching sound was heard as the blow connected with the nose and threw him back once more to the pavement. Then he flung back the hood.

Whatever anger the soldier had vanished as Logan revealed himself. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped wide. You! he cried out in shock as he crawled backward like a terrified crab. Thats impossible! You cant still be alive!
Logan looked around to see if anyone else besides present company had heard. Had any nearby Scourge patrols heard those words, they would come charging. But no one else had joined the scene. Only him, his enemy, and a surprised guard and merchant who now wore a smile upon his face.

Fate seemed to have smiled upon his enemy, for at that moment, one of his hands found the gun that had been knocked from his hand earlier. He had only just aimed it at Logan and put his finger to the trigger when at that moment, fates smile turned upside down. A sickening squelching sound was heard as the guards spear made its home within his heart. With the strength and skill built up within her through many hours of training, she had thrown her weapon at the soldier like a javelin. With pinpoint accuracy, its head impaled the heart. Death was quick and instantaneous and he died with his fingers still upon the trigger, no longer having the strength to pull it. As the guard retrieved her weapon, a small fountain of blood erupted briefly from the wound.

Oh, thats bad! Logan taunted the corpse. Too bad you wont ever get the chance to have that looked at!

The female guard turned to him. Thank you for saving my life, she said. And since I just saved your own, my debt has been repaid.

I cant believe it! the merchant said joyfully. To think our hero is actually still alive! He could hardly contain his happiness. I must spread the word!

No! Logan said pulling the hood back up. No one must knowyet. I want to take the Scourge by surprise. I dont want them to know Im here now.

Very well, the merchant said with a sigh, though he remained smiling. But how can I ever repay you?

Can you smuggle me into the castle?

The merchants smile faded and he shook his head. Im afraid not my friend. The officers of the Scourge have been stationed there. Commander Revelin and Luitenant Janus among them.

Hearing this information, Logan knew that his plan was impossible to fulfill on his own terms. If Janus was not in the castle, he would have gladly went there anyway and eliminated the officers. Doing so would strike a great blow against the Scourge and without their leaders, they would surely lose morale and surrender. 
Damn it! he said. For now, we must do something about this body. It wouldnt do to leave it out in the open. The Scourge will surely be on alert if they find the body. We must get rid of it immediately!

I will dispose of the body, said the merchant taking the reins of one horse. 
Ill empty a straw bag of goods and stuff it inside before dumping it into the sea. But for now Logan, my home shall be your sanctuary. Its the least I can do to repay you for saving my business.

Youre welcome, Logan said thankfully. 
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Logan sat at a round wooden table as his hosts wife set a large pot of leftover vegetable soup over the fire. Once done, she sat back down into a rocking chair and resuming her knitting. The guard asked nothing for herself, neither food nor drink.

When he first stepped into the house, the merchants wife was awestruck to realize that a man once thought to be dead was still alive. Once she was told the tale by the guard about how he had saved her husbands life and business, she was determined to express her gratitude.

The children of the couple had been put to bed early for the evening. And judging from the womans round swollen stomach, Logan surmised that the family would soon have yet another mouth to feed.

I forget my pleasantries and manners, the guard spoke as Logan ate his soup. I dont believe weve been properly introduced. My name is Penelope and I have served my kingdom faithfully for eleven years ever since I became a guard at age sixteen.

Good to meet you, said Logan. How have you fared over the past couple of weeks since everyone heard the word that I was dead?

Penelope sighed. These have been trying times. We received a message from a Tamirtanian messenger who warned us that the Scourge would try to launch a sneak attack against our kingdom.

Logan felt a sense of relief that Queen Minerva had received the message. A surprise attack would result in so many innocent lives being lost. Whatever cowardly strategy Revelin hoped to carry out against the kingdom had been foiled and he was proud to have played a small role in it.

Queen Minerva ordered our entire army to prepare for the attack when it came. When the Scourge arrived, many of our finest guards were in position along the the city walls, prepared to fight to the death to protect our kingdom and our people. But once Commander Revelin held up your hat, they all lost the will to fight, even my father. And as captain of the guard, he would be the last person you would expect to surrender.

Logan dropped his mouth open. Leoric?

Yes. My father is captain of the guard. My mother was the finest of the female guards and the best fighter among them.

Was? Logan could only guess as to what happened to her.

Yes. Penelope wore a look of sorrow on her face. She was killed in the battle that evening Garibaldi and his army of minions from another dimension invaded.
It sounds like you two were very close. He thought of his own relationship with his mother and how he was much closer to her than his own father.

Very true, said Penelope. Even if it was a short-lived relationship.

And what of your relationship with your father?

Relationship? We were never close, still are not.

I can relate to that, said Logan.

As much as I love my father, we are still emotionally distant. At this point I have given up all hope of ever having an actual father-daughter relationship with him.

Logan empathized with her. They had both suffered so much loss. Then again so did many during the war so far. They both are haunted by the memories of their failure to be there for their loved ones when they needed them the most. They both hardly had a relationship with their father. Yet her father still lived. She still had the chance he would never have.

Penelope, I was never close to my own father. He died fighting in a great war back home.  But you have not lost your father yet. You still have the chance I never had. You must not let it go to waste.

What is the point in even trying? My father cared more about serving his country than his own flesh and blood. He along with my mother put their duty to the kingdom above everything, even their own daughter. I was raised by my maternal grandparents and very rarely saw my parents. Yet I longed to have an actual relationship with my mother and father and prove myself worthy as a daughter. That was the lesser of two reasons I joined the ranks of the guards.

And you succeeded with your mother.

Penelope smiles, but it is tinged with sadness. Yes. Eleven years after I joined the guards, I was able to establish an actual relationship with my mother. However, a few months later came the day Garibaldi and his monstrous minions invaded us.

And what was your second and more important reason?

Shortly before my sixteenth birthday, my closest friend became the victim of a violent crime, one she did not survive. I was angry at myself for my weakness believing that if I knew how to protect those I cared for, she would still be alive. Yet I could not even save my mother or my grandparents. Even though I spent a thousand years as a stone statue, the memory of my failures still weighs heavily upon my heart, mind, and soul.

After I slew one of those beasts summoned by Garibaldi, I found my mother fighting the mate of the gargoyle alpha male leader. Though she was the best fighter among all the women in the service of the kingdom, she was barely a match for her opponent. Finally she was dealt a mortal blow and fell in defeat. The victorious abomination flew off before I had a chance to retaliate, but not before her image burned itself into my memory. I remember holding my mother in my arms as she lay dying. The last thing she said to me was that she was proud of me. Then she breathed her last.

I barely had time to grieve before I heard screams coming from the house where I had been raised. I charged in to and slew the beast that had invaded my home. But I was too late. The monster had already killed my grandparents. As I gazed upon their corpses, I realized the cruel irony of failing to protect those I cared for even in spite of all my training. Though I had won the battle, it seemed I had only snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. Having lost the will to go back outside and fight for my kingdom, I fell to my knees and grieved for all I had lost while ignoring the screams and cries out in the streets. I was still in mourning when the curse of Garibaldi fell upon us.

When the curse was finally lifted, I remained where I was. And then I heard a sound coming from outside. It was the cheers from hundreds of lips celebrating the death of Garibaldi and the victory of a hero from the outside. I attended the memorial service for those who fought and died that evening and was present during the funeral and burial of my grandparents.

Logan listened intently to her story with fascination. That is quite a story Penelope. I too share the emotional loss of failing to save someone I cared for. We are both testaments to the fact that we cannot always save the ones we love.
Even though it has been almost two months since the curse of Garibaldi was lifted, I still bear the burden of my failure to save my mother and grandparents even in spite of my training. Since then I have started to develop doubts about my ability to protect and serve my kingdom, doubts that my father many of my comrades can sense. Then again, other than my mother, none of them ever held me in high regard because they think I am far too softhearted.

Nothing wrong with being softhearted, said Logan. I loved a woman who was probably the most caring person I have ever met in my life. Shame what happened to her.

Penelope snorts in frustration. To think that I can handle myself in a fight better than I can at saving lives.

I know. I believe you. I have never seen anyone throw a spear the way you have! He imagined her winning a gold medal in Olympic javelin throwing.

Father argues that we must not allow sentimentality to cloud our judgment and allow our grief to distract us when our kingdom needs us. Seeing as how I still miss my mother and grandparents, he sees it as a weakness.

Sometimes love means learning to let go...even if you cannot forget.

But I spend too much time wallowing in self-reflection, Penelope gathered up her composure. As I was saying earlier, once we saw your hat and heard the word that you had been killed in Arcanius, we knew the battle to defend our lands had been lost. Seeing as how our champion, the greatest hero in the history of our land had fallen, people lost hope. The Scourge have inhabited our city ever since.
He saw a slight smile spread over her lips. But now it seems hope has returned to Iconoclast. You were alive and safe all along. Ill always remember the look on that soldiers face when he saw you.

Logan chuckled. Oh I can hardly wait to see the looks on each and every other Scourge soldier when they realize I am still alive after all, especially Revelin!
Penelopes lips form a straight line once more as her smile fades. I doubt your presence will be enough to force them to withdraw from our city.

What do they want? asked Logan.

Regretfully, I know little of when they seek in this city, said Penelope shaking her head. Although they rob us of any supplies that come to us from merchant vessels, plunging us further into despair, what they truly want from us is a mystery to most of us. From what I understand, they have seized the elemental swords from the remaining four kingdoms.

I suspect that they are searching for the Sword of Darkness, said Logan. With the other four lands conquered, this is the only kingdom left to search.

Perhaps you may be correct Mr. Logan. Why else havent they withdrawn from our city? Only Murlock knows where the sword could be.

The memory of the Sword of Darkness cast into the sea two months earlier by a spell of Murlocks came to mind. The currents of the sea by now would carry the sword beyond anyones grasp. 

So much for the better. I will have to find a way to help the people overcome their oppression and force the Scourge out of the city!

Times have been harsh for the queen since she heard the word that her husband was taken prisoner by the Scourge, said Penelope. I can only hope her will and resolve to guide her people through these times remains strong, considering her condition. Her homeland Naphorphia was the first to fall under the attack of the Scourge and her cousin Albrecht of Naphorphia is trying his best to stand strong. I have been doing my best to help him no matter what others may think.

Her cousin?

The only family she has left. She helps keep him strong this past week. It was Albrecht himself who carried the message of the Scourges invasion of Naphorphia to Iconoclast.

He was the one Murlock spoke of back home!

He was a simple watchman who survived the attack and fled on horseback to carry the news to his cousin, a message that was spread across the lands. Thanks to him, everyone knew of the attack and was preparing themselves for war. If not for him, a surprise attack launched against the remaining kingdoms would have killed many more people. Albrecht was also the first citizen of this land to have killed a soldier of the Scourge. It was enough to earn my respect, but not enough to please or impress my father and many others.

How do you mean?

My father doesnt think very highly of Albrecht. He sees him only as a coward who fled rather than stay to fight. So does much of the kingdom. However I do not share the opinion and neither does King Edward or Queen Minerva. Albrecht certainly would have been killed fighting a battle that his comrades had no chance of winning.

I agree with you on that, said Logan. I almost got myself killed in Arcanius. Even the siege on Garibaldis castle two months ago was a mere struggle compared to the war I fight now.

My fellow guards all scorn Albrecht for fleeing, my father most of all. I know what you are thinking. It is ironic that his strongest supporter is also the daughter of his harshest critic.

So, tell me more about this Albrecht, said Logan. If he could kill one of the soldiers of the Scourge, he must have some heroic potential.

That is what I keep telling my father, but he will not listen, said Penelope. 
He does not approve of my relationship with Albrecht. He together with the rest of my comrades think even less of me since we became friends. She blushes, betraying a hint of something even deeper between them that she is hesitant to share.

Pardon me for prying but what is wrong?

While you were away in Arcanius, we bumped into each other at the castle. He had with him a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I thought he had developed feelings for one of the castle kitchen maids, yet you can imagine my surprise when I found out that they were actually for me! It was his way of repaying for me for my hospitality.

Hospitality?

Ever since he first came to this kingdom, I have been spending a lot of time with Albrecht, listening to his story of what happened in Naphorphia the night the Scourge attacked. There is so much I have learned about the enemy from him. I have tried telling my father and comrades that Albrecht has important information on the Scourge, but none will even hear of it. Father merely scoffs at how he can know anything on the enemy if he ran.

I do not believe he is a coward.

Neither do I. Albrecht however is convinced otherwise. It did not help that a Naphorphian messenger arrived a couple days after the attack to deliver an official declaration that he is now forever banished from the kingdom for his disgraceful conduct. If anything, it made him feel even worse than ever. At one point my some of my comrades actually put him in the stocks and idly stood by while the peasants threw vegetables at him. Now he will not even leave the castle, believing that the people will only jeer and scorn him.

He certainly could use a friend.

Queen Minerva refuses to tolerate the scorn directed upon her cousin. Edward also sympathizes with him and is willing to take the time to listen to his story of everything that happened to learn as much from the enemy as possible. But just as my father and many of my comrades pass their own judgment on Albrecht, so shall I. I believe in him, a fact that does not suit well with the other guards, father included.

In the short time they have spent together, Logan himself realizes that Penelope herself in many ways is like Katrina. Softhearted. Compassionate. Having a bleeding heart. He decided to himself that she would be one one of his greatest allies in the war to come.

At times I feel like I am much closer to Albrecht than I am to my own father, said Penelope. And I have only known him for over a week. However, just very recently this evening, something happened that my heart.

What?

Penelope sighs, not in sorrow but rather instead it reflects her inner struggle. He professed that he loves me.

Logan did not know how to reply so he kept silent. Still he found himself asking what was wrong with the profession.

I know, Penelope read his mind. You have questions. Maybe doubts. We are very different. I am a guard; he is a former watchman. He is younger and shorter than me. But dont get me wrong. As much as I care deeply for him, I am just not able to reciprocate how he feels. I tried to let him down as gently as I could. I only hope I did not hurt his feelings.

But what does your heart tell you about him?

She shook her head. Any other woman in my place would return his feelings.

That is understandable considering what you went through.

Yes. I dont know if I will ever be able to give my heart to another. Everyone I have ever been close too has died...all because I failed them.

Ah, I understand now. You rejected his love in order to protect him. Just as you distance yourself completely from your father for fear that you would fail him as you did the rest of your family.

Not completely true. It is also about protecting myself.

I understand very well what you mean Penelope. When Katrina drew her last breath, part of my heart and soul died with her. Every day I have lived for the past three months since that day is haunted by my failure to save her. I do not know if I will ever be able to love another woman as much as I loved her.

Do you regret ever knowing and having loved her?

What! said Logan, shocked that she would dare ask such a question. No! Never! She was the best thing that had ever happened to me! Love like that comes only once in a great while. I took my chances with her and regret nothing. What I would have regretted was never getting to know her. Then I would not have found meaning in my life by fighting the Scourge in her memory. After all, it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

What does that mean? asked Penelope.

It means the burden of a lonely life completely devoid of being loved is a fate worse than death. If you do not take chances and accept the risks with the people you care about, whether it be your father or Albrecht, you risk forever losing them should a time come when they will depend upon you. People cross paths into each the lives of each other for a reason as if their destiny is intertwined. That is how I felt through my relationship with Katrina.

Love is the greatest feeling in the world. It can motivate us to do what we normally could not or would not under different circumstances. Love is worth fighting for and preserving. The loss of loved ones not only breaks the heart but can also strengthen the will to go one knowing we experienced the greatest joy of all to know that someone shared such a connection with you.

Is that how you feel after your Katrina died?

She died for a noble cause. I made a promise to her grave that I would fulfill it.

Then you possess a stronger will than I do Logan. You do not let your grief over your loss to hold you back.

Nor do you. I saw how you were willing to confront that Scourge soldier earlier for what he was doing.

This had nothing to do with emotional ties. I was just doing my duty. You may not believe it, but my comrades have done nothing about the Scourge ever since they set foot in our land. In truth, I think they have all lost the will due to the rumors of your death. Albrecht even told them off earlier this evening, questioning how they could call him a coward when they themselves were doing nothing about the Scourge.

Then you were the first to act out against them.

It was different this time. That merchant needed his goods for his business to support his family. I was the only guard around so I had to act. I only hope I did not stir up more trouble than they have.

Whats taking him so long? Logan asked as he arose to his feet. He should have been back by now! How long is it supposed to take in order to dispose of a body?

You dont suppose something could have happened to him? asked Penelope. Would it? She pushed herself up from her chair. Nevertheless, I mustnt waste anymore time here. Ive got a message to deliver to the queen and my father.

No! Logan shook his head. Dont tell the queen that I am alive yet. She wouldnt believe you anyway, not until she saw me for herself.

I believe you are right, said Penelope. Instead, I will resume my patrol. Good luck my friend.

Good luck to you too Penelope, he called after her as he watched her go.
Several more minutes passed before the merchants wife ladled him some soup in a bowl. He was about to eat his first spoonful when from outside the window, a mob scurried down the streets as if in a frenzy, chattering and shouting as they went. Because the window was not open, their voices were indiscernible and their words unclear. Then came a loud knock at the door. Logan sat motionless and silent in the kitchen for a minute before the merchants wife returned.

That was our neighbor, she said with worry flooding her words. The Scourge have captured my husband and now they are calling together the entire population to the town square for some reason.

They must have found the body assumed him to have killed one of their own! said Logan. And they surely intend to make an example out of him in front of everybody! He quickly pushed himself up with such speed and force that the chair was knocked to the floor. If thats the case, theres not a moment to spare! He pulled the hood back over his head.

But how are we going to get there? A civilian and our hero disguised as a Scourge soldier traveling together will provoke a lot of suspicion!

You and your children had better go without me, said Logan. Its better that I move in alone.

What is your plan? How are you going to rescue an my husband from death?
Logan felt a smile creep along his lips. Looks like there will be a change in my original plan. Wont everybody be surprised when I show up!
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The streets were silent and empty again as Logan made his way back towards the town square. He had parted ways with the housewife outside the house promising to meet her at their destination. Although the Scourge would no longer be out on patrol with the upcoming public execution, it was still too risky to travel among civilians.

Once more he went over his plan. Assuming that only one man would be required to execute the merchant, he would shoot the executioner down and reveal himself. Doing so would not only raise the spirit of the people, it would surely lower the morale of the Scourge themselves, another blow against their glory.

As the town square came into view, his vision revealed to him what had changed since his earlier visit. What was once empty was now filled with a crowd of an estimated thousand people including civilians and guards. The flames from dozens of torches held by guards flickered in the square.

What sounded like the angry buzzing of a swarm of wasps began to register as the cries and murmurs of the crowd. Approaching within the shadows with his head low and the hood held tight, no one even noticed him. Even if they did, they would simply assume him an old beggar.

Within the heart of the square, the Scourge surrounded the crowd in a circular pattern, their backs turned to the protests of the civilians. Finally, the sounds of dozens of guns firing into the sky like several cannons in union silenced them.
Through several small openings where people were not so tightly bunched together, Logan saw two soldiers with a firm grip on the merchants shoulders, with his hands tied behind his back. Nearby, lay the body of the soldier Penelope had slain. The sounds of footsteps was heard as he carefully peeked ahead to see an all too familiar face approaching the merchant as his escorts forced him to his knees.

Revelin. Logans face went red with blazing anger as his arch-rivals face turned in all directions, wearing a smile upon his lips. He always did enjoy being in the spotlight, Logan fumed. In one of Revelins hands was clutched a familiar looking hat.

My hat! It was Logans favorite hat, the same one he had worn on all his adventures here in Iconoclast. The one he wore together with his trench coat. That hat which had fallen off his head when he was shot down off the rooftop of the inn in Arcanius, landing at the feet of Revelin, a symbolic triumph for the Scourge commander. And as long as the commander himself carried it, it was a symbol of hopelessness for the people of the land.

He looked around to see if Anges was around but to no avail. She wasnt anywhere near his location. The only familiar faces he saw were those of Janus and Bellatrix, the latter of whom was holding her Tommy Gun into the air, smoke rising from the barrel. The merchants family was nowhere to be seen, though he assumed they were nearby in an unseen position from his vision.

What have we here? asked Revelin, announcing his accusation. A rebel?

I dont know what youre talking about, the merchant said in his defense. Apparently, the Scourge were putting him on trial in front of the whole town, acting as his judge, jury, and executioner, sentence to be carried out immediately after being imposed.

Oh I believe you do, retorted Revelin, his face darkening with anger. My troops caught you with the body of one of our own just as you were about to dump it into the sea. And in front of your house, we found a fresh bloodstain. You took a very foolish chance by killing our comrade and then tried to dispose of the evidence of your deed. I cannot allow the injustice of this insult against our glory go unpunished now can I.

The merchant shook his head. I didnt kill him. 

That was obviously the wrong thing to say, for before he could react, Revelins boot slammed into his stomach with enough force and speed to push him backwards to the pavement. Shrieks and gasps erupt from hundreds of civilian lips.

And now you insult us with your denials! Revelin shouted. Two soldiers of the Scourge force the merchant back up to his feet and keep a firm grip on his arms, holding him in place. There is a price to pay for this insult and we intend to claim it!

He drew back his hand and backhands the cheek with all his might amplified with anger, forcing the head to face sideways. One of his captors twists his head back to face Revelin and locks it into place to allow the Scourge commander to throw his fist into the nose. A horrendous crunching sound penetrates the horrified silence in the town square.

Nobody insults the honor of the Scourge and lives, Revelin snorts.

The merchant glares up at him with a look of righteous fury, blood flowing down from the nostrils. He takes a deep breath and spits blood into Revelins face.
What honor?

Well said, Logan silently muttered under his breath. At the same time, he reached deep into his trench coat underneath his disguise for a weapon. But if he was to get a clear shot at Revelin to save the merchant, he would have to force his way through the crowd. He may had arrived too late to save Katrina at her own execution, but he had arrived with plenty of time to spare at this one.

Enough of your foolishness and impudence! Revelin shouted in anger as he wiped his face clean. You think you will win the freedom of your city and bathe in the glory with these tricks? I think not! You have only signed your own death warrant! You are not destined to be a martyr, but you will suffer every moment of your last few seconds! Ill make certain of that!

If you think killing me will silence the revolution, think again! the merchant snarled.

And if you think your death will have some meaning, youre terribly wrong! Revelin sneered as his hands closed around the handle of the gun that hung at his side. Why do you think we brought everyone together out here? As you draw your last breath and as your blood paints the street, an example shall be set for anyone out here who oppose the Scourge.

No one moved within the crowd. With the Scourge bordering the inside perimeter, people were too afraid to take a stand. Even the town guards themselves are unable to find the strength and spirit to step forward and do their duty without risk of earning the wrath of the Scourge and endangering those they had sworn to protect. They wanted to interfere but could not. A feeling Logan knew all too well several times over the past few months. First Katrinas death. Then Murlocks vision of Garibaldis assault on the land. It was up to him now.

And after all, Revelin announced, whats the saying? He slowly raised his weapon. A horrible smile spread over his lips. Oh yes! Of course! An eye for an eye! A limb for a limb! He aimed the barrel directly at the merchants face, which refused to yield to fear. A lifefor a life!

Just as Logan was about to step forward and make his way through the crowd, a sudden shout was heard throughout the town square.

Hold everything! By order of the queen herself!

The crowd off to the far right parted like the sea in the story of Moses. All was quiet as hundreds turned heads in unison. Even Revelin himself turned his head. Logan watched as Captain Leoric marched forward through the opening followed by several other guards. Among them, Logan recognized Penelope herself. Obviously, she had heard the news of what would happen in the town square and hurried to the castle to alert the queen. Standing by her side was a young man in his mid-twenties dressed in a silver colored leather tunic with black pants and brown fur boots. And accompanying the newcomers was a late adolescent woman all too familiar to Logan, a woman he had not seen in two months. One of his closest friends here in Iconoclast. He recognized those twin blonde ponytails anywhere. And at her side was Murlock himself.

Hundreds and people bowed their heads as Minerva stepped foot into the town square behind her escorts. Logan heard whispers amongst the civilians, but the only one that he heard perfectly and clearly was Queen Minerva shall surely put a stop to this! 

Only the Scourge refused to show the proper respect to royalty, especially Revelin who only folded his arms over his chest.

Clad in a beautiful blue royal robe with the golden crown atop her head, Minerva herself still looked the same as she did the last time he saw her. Even despite her young age, her people looked to her for strength and guidance in dark trying times like this. Not an easy task for the queen herself considering that her love had been taken hostage by the Scourge. That and the fact that she was one month pregnant with the heir to the throne.

Wearing a mask of determination to match her iron will in the face of all transpiring around her, Minerva demonstrated her resolve and her strength as a ruler. Although not of royal blood, she had been raised by the previous king and queen to take the throne one day. On a day like this, her upbringing would serve her well.

Penelope and all but two of Minervas escorts stood still at the end of the opening in the crowd. The remaining two accompanied the young queen as she marched forward. She knew no fear for herself, only that for her people. Under her breathe, Logan heard her mutter Father, mother, give me strength!

Accompanied by two of his own soldiers, Revelin stepped forward still clutching his weapon at his side to meet with this unexpected arrival. Only once a few feet separated them did they stop. The crowd stood silent.

What is the meaning of this interruption? Revelin demanded. What right do you have to interfere with our demand for justice?

Whatever anger Minerva had felt for Garibaldi in the past could not compare to what she felt towards Revelin and his troops. Knowing that these were the followers of the man who killed her adoptive parents, cursed her people, and imprisoned her true love and herself for a thousand years with the powers of separate elemental swords only fueled her resolve and her courage to stand up for her people.

Justice? Minerva scrunched her face in disgust and anger. You ravage our lands, slaughter many of our finest warriors, rob my people of what they need to survive, kidnap our king, and steal the elemental swords. And yet when one of your own is killed, you demand justice?

They are just as self-righteous as Garibaldi was! Logan thought to himself.
But of course! said Revelin with a smug smile. And justice we shall have! We have reclaimed much of what Logan stole from us and avenged our glory by killing him.

This was our land to begin with! said Minerva with her hands to her hands to her waist. All Logan did was reclaim what Garibaldi stole from us!

And in Garibaldis name, we take it all back! All five lands have been conquered! The armies of this land have been defeated! And even Logan has fallen! He held up Logans hat and tossed it aside. The hat glided across the air for two seconds before resting upon the street, just beyond Logans grasp. With your hero out of the picture, nothing shall stand in our way of conquest of the human race.

Logan dared not chuckle. Out am I?

You may have conquered this land, said Minerva, but as the queen, my authority is stronger than your own! And you shall show the proper respect in my presence!
Revelin only snickered in cruel sarcasm. Oh really? Do you have any idea who youre talking to girl?

Impertinent dog! one of Minervas guard escorts stepped forward indignantly. You will not speak to her highness in that manner!

Highness? Revelin snorted. Do you mean to say she is superior? Superior to the man who led the forces that conquered the entire realm. I shall speak to her anyway I want!

The guards face darkened with blazing anger. Who does this guy think he is? he says to himself loud enough for everyone to hear. Do you have any idea who youre addressing? he yells while gesturing a hand to Minerva.

In response, Revelin lifted his gun into the guards face and pulled the trigger, all in the space of less than two seconds. The guard never had a chance to react as a thunderous boom like a cannon shot split the silent evening air and his head was engulfed in a cloud of expelled gunpowder. Screams and gasps from the crowd are heard as his body topples backward like a fallen tree, his face torn apart by dozens of buckshot pellets. His helmet pulled itself off his head as he hit the pavement. Women clung to their lovers in terror. Mothers and fathers shielded the eyes of their children.

Of course, no one was more horrified by the killing than Logan himself. Not because of what had happened, but because of his failure to act. He was present and yet he had done nothing. Once more, a painful reminder of the day his beloved died. On the other hand, his conscience reminded him that the killing had been too sudden and without warning. It happened so quickly there was no chance he could have prevented it. He swore never to let such a thing happen again and that next time he would be ready.

Do I really look like I give a damn? said Revelin with an arrogant sneer in Minervas direction leveling his weapon at his side once more after reloading it. As I said to your husband when I captured him, even if this was your throne room, I would rather die than bow before you. As the commander of the army that conquered her land, it is I whom you should bow before. I am the one who deserves the proper respect!

Logan slapped himself in the forehead. Obviously, Revelin had let the glory of his position get to his head as if he was some kind of king, maybe something even a god. Never in all his life or the history of the world had there been a man so arrogant, narcissistic, and egotistic as Revelin.

Although her people were afraid, Minerva was obviously not going to let fear or weakness hold her back or diminish her resolve. You harass, terrorize, and even rob my people, yet I have been powerless to stop you. But threatening one life is something that I will not stand for! As the queen of this land, I order you to release that man immediately! After all, everyone accused of a crime is entitled to a fair trial.

He has already been tried, said Revelin.

By whom? Minerva demanded.

By us! Revelin said proudly. Tried, sentenced, and condemned!

Only on your authority! retorted Minerva folding her arms across her chest. So I will ask you again! Release that man immediately!

Instead, Revelin pointed his gun over his shoulder at the merchant and pulled the trigger. Once more it happened so suddenly there was nothing Logan could have done. Screams filled the air as the bullet struck the merchant. Luckily, Revelins aim had been a little off and missed the heart. The bullet had struck him in the side and the force pushed him to the street, groaning in agony. Blood stained where the bullet had hit and soaked through the shirt, dripping onto the streets.
The nausea of anger and disgust in Logans soul at Revelins refusal to comply with the young queens order was nothing compared to the rage that was unleashed from the populace over the next few moments.

How dare you defy her majesty! Leoric exclaimed stepping forward, his hand clutching the hilt of his sheathed sword. Several of his own followers unsheathed their own swords while others tightly gripped their spears in both hands. Even the guards within the crowd readied their weapons to fight. Bows and crossbows were loaded and aimed at the Scourge soldiers. Even the civilians themselves were eager to join in a fight. They jeered and shouted, shaking clenched fists in anger. The sight of one of their own being gunned down without mercy in defiance of their benevolent queens order was the final straw. Although the Iconoclast army had surrendered may days earlier, the will to fight had been restored.

Revelin only sneered at the crowd. He nodded at the Scourge troops. With their faces hardened in disdain and antipathy, they readied their weapons for battle. Revelin faced Minerva once more wearing a triumphant smirk as if he already knew the outcome of the battle to come.

Minervas face was dark with contempt and anger. Not even when Garibaldi had transformed Edward into a tree had she been this angry. With just one order, she would command the forces to attack. Instead, she held out before her two vertically raised arms with open palms and shook her head slowly. The effect was immediate over the course of several seconds, the crowd became silent, and the guards lowered their weapons and sheathed their swords.

Logan understood why. With so many innocent people gathered together here in one place and the advanced weapons of the Scourge, so much bloodshed would be on her conscience. The lives of her people depended upon her. How would she ever be able to live with herself when the streets are flooded with the corpses and blood of those she failed?

Revelin only chuckled as two Scourge soldiers forced the wounded merchant back to his knees in spite of his groans of pain. Yeah, thats what I thought! I knew deep down you were nothing but a coward at heart girl!

Minervas glare only intensified. The muscles around her eyebrows tighten and her eyes narrow.

Dont you dare call my cousin a coward! The young man standing at Penelopes side had only taken one step forward past Leoric towards Revelin before Penelope restrained him.

Albrecht dont! Penelope said. Youll only get yourself killed!

Its him! Logan realized. He must be the one Penelope spoke of! The messenger Murlock spoke of!

But Albrecht was too angry to be held back and he tore himself free from Penelopes clutches and stepped forward. The people of this city may have denounced me as a coward but I will not stand by and let the Scourge call my cousin as such!

Who are you to oppose us young man? asked Revelin. Judging from the tone of his voice he seemed impressed by this public defiance from one man.

I am Albrecht of Naphorphia. My kingdom was the first to fall when your army attacked. While many of my comrades fought to protect their kingdom and died for it, I fled. My act of cowardice destroyed my dignity, my honor, my citizenship, and threatened to disgrace the legacy of my uncle and the name of my father who lost his life on the evening when Garibaldi cursed us all.

And yet here you are now prepared to defy us publicly, said Revelin. Very impressive! He began to slowly circle Albrecht like a hunter who had shot a vicious beast and inspected it carefully to make sure it was dead. But there is one thing we all have to learn the hard way: in the eyes of our own kind we are not worthy for redemption no matter how hard we work for it, no matter how minor our sins, our crimes, our faults.

Albrecht carefully watched the movements of Revelin. If you have a point to make, do so!

Let me tell you a story about a young man, the son of a factory owner in a small German town. He had an older brother who was favored by his father while he himself was an outcast, shunned and criticized, with no mother around to sympathize with him or encourage him. Though his name mean 'pride', ironically his father felt shamed by him.

No matter how hard he tried he failed at everything in his attempts to please his father and prove himself worthy of his praise, something his brother had no trouble doing so. He flunked out of university in his first year. He could not hold down a steady job. He was evicted from his apartment after only one month. Then he finally decided to enter the family business alongside his brother but he could never develop his skills enough to actually advance to a higher position of importance as his brother did. To add personal insult to injury he ended up getting fired by his own brother who had just taken over the company after his father retired.

And just when he did not think his situation could get any worse the woman he loved and promised to marry chose to leave him for his brother, believing him to be a pathetic excuse for a man if he would never be able to get anywhere in life or provide for her. He was not even invited to their wedding as his brother and father had disowned him, seeing him as an embarrassment to the family.
For this young man that was the last straw. He climbed to the top of the bell tower of the local cathedral and was about to hurl himself to his death when a mysterious man appeared and offered him a chance to make something of himself and help change the world and bring humanity into a new age. Having nothing left to lose he graciously accepted the offer. His benefactor was none other than Garibaldi himself.

I am still waiting for your point! said Albrecht impatiently.

You do not like us, said Revelin. We understand. But you and the rest of the Scourge are more alike than you could ever know. Many of us grew up in a world that treated us harshly as if our very existence was a sin, life being wasted upon us. The women among our ranks had no rights in society simply because of their gender. Some of us simply could not find our place and make something of ourselves. Some more than one of those reasons.

You Albrecht are rejected by your people, the victim of a cruel world that passed judgment on you only based of one choice you made. To you it seemed the right choice to make and you were right, the battle was lost from the very beginning. Pity your people would not see it that way. That one failure is all history will ever care about. Nothing you did in your life up till that moment matters anymore. 

But now is the time for you to change the course of your life, for I am giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity that Garibaldi gave the rest of us. Join with us Albrecht, take revenge on the society that scorns you, and be someone you can be proud of. For we would gladly welcome you with open arms. We need people like you.

Logan saw the face of the former watchman harden as he crossed his arms. And forever disgrace the legacy of my bloodline? To turn against what is left of my family? And help you commit mass genocide against these people, one of whom happens to be a female guard to whom I have taken quite a fancy to? Logan watches as the face of Penelope blushes.  No thank you!

Surely you will not reconsider? The choice is yours. You can live a life of glory among us or to live and die in shame.

If I may, I'd like to say something on behalf of the people and my cousin!
Revelin chuckled. I really must admire your nobility. Public speaking takes great courage. Not many people are willing or able to do so. Be my guest for Im positive we are all fascinated by what you have to say. His amusement suddenly becomes serious and his tone ominous and threatening. But remember, you are addressing the Scourge. Choose your words wisely for they could be your last!

Albrecht glared towards Revelin and the Scourge soldiers in the silent dusk. It doesnt matter if Logan is gone.

Many soft shocked gasps pierce the silence.

Albrecht, havent you disgraced yourself enough? Leoric asked out loud. Stand down at once!

Casualities in war are inevitable! Albrecht shouted a reply. Logan saw Minerva purse her lips in disapproval towards Leorics words. So many brave men and women have died already, giving their lives for the many. He stands silently out of respect for the dead. Yes. Even our hero has fallen.

Its a pity, Revelin sneers with sarcasm poisoning his words. To think they all threw away their lives fighting a war where there was no chance of victory.

None of them died in vain! Albrecht shouted. Certainly not Logan! He died doing what we all knew him best for: struggling for the greater good. But like all the soldiers, warriors, and others who perished fighting in the name of our freedom, hes not really gone. Heroes may die but their legacies live on forever! They are not just stories to pass down to our children. They are there to inspire us! To give rise to new heroes!

I never did have the honor of meeting Logan face to face, but even I can take inspiration from his deeds! Ill admit that Im the last person anyone would expect to be a hero, considering what happened in Naphorphia. But at least I have the dignity to do what our guards here in the town square are unwilling to do in the face of the Scourge themselves! This is not a time to mourn. It is a time to take a stand, draw our weapons, and fight for our world! He glares all around the town square at all the guards present. They all look ashamed of themselves and stare down at the ground.

There are many here in this kingdom who call me a coward for fleeing my homeland when the Scourge attacked. But citizens of Iconoclast, I ask you all, who here is the true coward? Myself for fleeing a battle where my comrades had no chance of winning? Or the Scourge themselves?

The smirks of the Scourge vanish in an instant. Some are surprised at this accusation. Some astounded. Some, like Revelin, are angered beyond murderous intent.

In battle, they resort to some of the cruelest tactics I have ever seen, all to ensure an unfair advantage. They slaughter innocent men, women, and even children! They attack from a distance refusing to meet our armies in a fair fight.

All eyes are on Albrecht as he speaks. The coward he may had been in Naphorphia was replaced by a defiant and noble man risking his own neck by speaking out against the Scourge, an act that some would call foolish, but yet many more would call it an act of true courage and heroism, Logan certainly among them.

Some all-powerful army! Albrecht went on, strength flowing within his voice. How can they proclaim themselves the most powerful army in history if they could be defeated by one man? Logan may have wounded their pride, but certainly not their honor! But thats only because they never had any to begin with!
Well said! Logan whispered softly to himself.

Despite what their commander says people like myself are worthy of redemption if they choose to seek it! And I choose a chance for redemption over revenge! I for one will no longer stand by and allow the Scourge to pillage our land and  terrorize or slaughter our people! By now he is shouting loud enough for everyone gathered to hear. Who else is going to idly stand by and allow the Scourge to desecrate everything Logan gave back to us? Who else is a bloody coward? He stands silent, glaring about at everyone surrounding him, even the knights under Leorics command. He shakes his head. Not me! Not anymore!

For several seconds the people stand motionless and silent until finally shouts and cheers of praise upon Albrecht fill the square. Revelin shot everyone a look of blazing anger and disdain, the mark of a man whose massive ego had been dealt a mighty blow. Leoric and several other guards nodded in acknowledgement towards Albrecht. Minerva only smiled at him with her arms folded across her chest as the crowd became silent once more.

Can you not see? Minerva. Logans death has done nothing to quell our defiance! We shall not be so easily beaten.

What we have here, said Murlock, is an example of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object!

Revelin only snorted. Nevertheless, we do not intend to withdraw from your city or release our iron grip on its people. Not until we claim what we came for!

And what is that? asked Minerva angrily. Youve already pillaged our shipments. What more do you want?

Young lady, your ignorance amuses me, said Revelin. We have already reclaimed the four elemental swords from the other four kingdoms. All thats left is the Sword of Darkness, and this is the final kingdom to search for it. Surrender it into our hands and we shall withdraw from your city.

I was right! Logan thought. They truly are after the Sword of Darkness!

Youre out of your mind! said Minerva. The power of that sword imprisoned my people in time for a thousand years!

A cruel smile spread over Revelins lips. Is that so? Then you can surely understand how valuable it would be to our army in our conquest!

If you think our queen will tell you what you want to know, said Murlock, you are sadly mistaken!

Thats right! replied Minerva. Even if I did know, I would never tell you!

Not even for the sake of your people? asked Revelin. Whether you are a righteous selfless queen or a foolish girl, the truth has yet to reveal itself. But of course, I wouldnt ask you anything for you certainly know nothing about it. While we were unable to get any information on its whereabouts through torturing the young king  

You did what? Minerva cried out in horror. Her panic-stricken face darkens with fury. If you touch another hair on my husband, I will see to it that you suffer for eternity in our dungeon when this is all over!

Temper temper girlie, Revelin said waving a finger tauntingly at her. The pressures and responsibilities of ruling an entire kingdom on your own are taking their toll on one so youngespecially in your condition.

Several of the Scourge soldiers chuckled at this revelation and at the way Minervas angry face betrays a hint of surprise.

Revelin ignored her. I must say I do so admire the kings iron will, yet I did learn that the only people who would know where the sword would be is the wizard Murlock and of course Logan himself. Only Murlock and Logan would know I recall him blurting out before he realized his mistake. A sinister chuckle erupts from of his lips. But it was far more satisfying to see the look on his face and break his spirit when we told him Logan was dead. Regardless of how little we learned we intend to put the information to good use.

He marches towards Murlock and stood one foot away, face to face. So tell us old man, he demanded, where is the sword?

Old man? Murlocks eyebrows furrow in indignation. I may be of great age, but I possess even more power than you and your army!

Revelin only laughed cockily. Prove it!

As Murlock slowly raises his arms vertically, the surrounding air begins to crackle as swirls of electricity dance around his body. Gasps of awe are heard in Logans ears at the spectacle. The face of every soldier of the Scourge melts into a mask of surprise and disbelief, even that of Revelin who steps back in awe with a hint of fright that threatens to embarrass him in front of his troops and betray his pride. With lightning-quick reflexes that defy his ancient body, Murlock stretches his arms in front of his body. Joined together with a fierce thunderous boom, continuous bolts of silver electricity snake from his fingers and strike the two soldiers clutching the merchant. Screams of agony erupt from their lips as their bodies become organic conduits. Their grip on the merchant weakens, allowing him to fall to the pavement once more. Once the serpent-like bolts of lightning vanish, the soldiers are suddenly silenced as their bodies are reduced to nothing more than two large piles of ashes, leaving the air silent save for the echoes of their final scream. A slight breeze scatters and spreads them around the town square.

Revelin and the remaining Scourge soldiers can do nothing but stare in astonishment and horror at the fate of their fallen comrades before turning their attention to Murlock himself. The wizard only smiled and folded his arms in front of his chest. Be careful what you wish for! he said.

This was the first time Logan had seen Murlock conjure up a spell of such devastating power. From past observation, Murlock had specialized in magic charms, objects, and spells to travel great distance instantly or to open portals between worlds. Perhaps the wizard was far more powerful than he first believed.
Commander Revelin, one of the soldiers said, I dont think this is going to work out. Maybe we should just withdraw immediately and not risk his wrath or that of the civilians.

Revelin whirled on him. You do realize youve spoken cowardice?

But we can no longer intimidate or control these people Revelin! the soldier protested.

Commander Revelin! Revelin yelled. From now on, anyone who doesnt address me properly will be shot on the spot!

Logan can sense the fear in the crowd judging from the gasps and murmurs. Although disgusted by Revelins conceit, he was also slightly amused. Slowly but surely, the glory of Revelins position was slowly driving him to the brink of insanity.
Once the echoes of Revelins threat faded away he addressed his troops once more. 
What we have witnessed comrades is the very key to achieving our final victory: power. From what I recall our founder, the great Garibaldi was a powerful wizard, granted such power by the Sword of Darkness. With Garibaldi dead, not only has our army has been severely weakened but we have been stranded in this land without escape. We must recover our strength yet I highly doubt Murlock and his talents are for hire. This is why it is important we recover the Sword of Darkness! Even the elemental swords are mere childrens toys compared to this weapon. With it under our possession once more the Scourge shall once again regain their pride of being the most powerful army in the universe, a force to be reckoned with!

Then this is where your search ends! said Murlock folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head. Because you will get nothing from me! You can ram that thick skull of yours against the mountain all you want but it will never move for you!

Revelin sneered. We shall see wont we? He nodded to one of his companions and gestured towards Minerva. The soldier nodded in understanding and approached the young queen. He stood before her then began pacing back and forth beside her, Minerva watching him all the way. The crowd remained silent, fearful of what would happen next.

Finally, he stopped right in front of her, facing Murlock, but not the queen. You can make this easier, he said. He rotated his body until he faced Minerva. Or we can do this my way! Before Minerva could react he poked her in the stomach with the barrels of his shotgun.

What? Hey! Minerva cried clutching her stomach with both hands. What are you doing?

How was that? the soldier asked. But Im only getting starting! He glanced at Murlock but the old wizard remains silent. The soldier responded with a slightly harder poke to Minervas stomach again with slightly harder force. You have no one to blame for this but your own king.

Leave my husband out of this! said Minerva. Not after what you put him through!

The soldier searched Murlocks face for a sign that he was breaking and was ready to talk. But there was nothing but an intensified frown.

Torture is such an effective way to gain information, the soldier said poking Minervas belly harder. By now the queen was wrapping her arms around her stomach and stepping back as she desperately tried to shield her unborn child from harm. The soldier only advanced on her. But if at first you dont succeed, strike harder!

Minerva turned her body to the side trying to keep the baby growing inside of her away from her torturers weapon. Stop it! she cried, her voice beginning to break. She looked to her guards for protection but the Scourge was holding them all at bay. Even captain Leoric found himself powerless with the barrel of a Tommy Gun held directly at his face.

Ah, I feel so empowered, the soldier said smiling, to see how effective my methods are. I can hardly wait to see the look on the young kings face when we tell him how we used the information he gave us. So Ill ask you nicely again Murlock, where is the sword?

Dont tell them Murlock! Minerva pleaded, tears beginning to flow from her eyes. For the sake of the kingdom and our people, dont tell them anything!
Oh this is excellent! Revelin said with a sinister grin. The young queen is prepared to sacrifice her unborn child to protect her kingdom! What a fine set of morals she has! Yet her sacrifice shall have been for naught. Whether she is a foolish girl or a selfless ruler, time shall tell.

The Scourge soldiers watched in amusement with sadistic smirks as their comrade gripped the handle of his weapon with both hands like a baseball bat and swung backwards, preparing to strike a mighty blow. Minerva maintained a steadfast hold around her stomach and bent forward in a last effort to protect the unborn heir to the throne.

Rage burning within his soul at the sight of this cruelty, Logan decided that now was the time to act. But something else happened that prevented this.

Before the soldier could swing his gun against the queens stomach again with enough force to induce the first event leading up to a miscarriage, Albrecht slammed aside the Scourge soldier holding him at bay, charged forward like a raging bull, and threw his fist into the torturers face with enough force to throw him to the street. Cheers rise from hundreds of lips in unity. Minerva stands erect as her cousin stands at her side ready to defend her.

I have just about had enough of this! he yelled rubbing his clenched fist. Nobody does that to my family!

The torturer struggles to push himself up from off the street. How dare you strike a soldier of the Scourge!

And how dare you threaten her majesty the queen! Albrecht said, teeth clenched together in rage.

The torturer snorted as he stood and dusted himself off. 

That does it! Revelin yells. We have just about had enough of your foolishness boy!

You may have tried your best to inspire revolution among the people of this city, he went on, but all youve done was sign your own death warrant! There is a price to pay for such an insult and we intend to claim it, just as we intend to avenge our fallen comrade!

How many times do I have to say it! the wounded merchant gasped from where he lay. I didnt kill that soldier!

Penelope by now decided that it was time for the truth to be told and responsibility for her actions to be taken. Hes telling the truth! she announced stepping forward. He didnt slay your comrade. I did!

Penelope? Leoric stared at his daughter in astonishment and awe as did many of the other guards. Penelopes face glowed with delight in her fathers words of praise.

Revelins eyes narrow in hate. You? His fellow comrades glare in Penelopes direction.

I did what had to be done in order to protect my people and my kingdom, said Penelope. Although I must admit I didnt do it entirely on my own. I had help from a friend.

Logan felt a smile stretch across his lips. It filled with him a sense of pride to be able to help make a difference between life and death.

Shes not the only person to have killed one of your own, said Albrecht. The honor of being the first civilian of this land to achieve that kind of victory belongs to me!

Revelin hatefully folds his arms over his chest. A civilian killing one of my men? This insult shall not go unpunished! Now the time has come for the two of you to pay the price for your defiance!

If you think were going down without a fight, youre crazy, said Penelope readying her spear.

I accept your challenge! said Albrecht.

Commander Revelin, the Scourge torturer said, allow me the honor of teaching these fools their final lesson!

Revelin nodded. Very well. You shall have the privilege of shattering their visions of grandeur and quelling any thoughts of rebellion.

Albrecht! Minerva gasped, clutching his arm. Youll only get yourself killed!
Albrecht pulled his arm free from his clutch. I am proud to aid my country in need! If this is what it takes to restore my tarnished reputation, then so be it! Some people would rather die a hero than live in shame! I know, because I am one of them and I do not want to be remembered as a coward!

Albrecht, youre not a coward! Everyone knows that now! Minerva cried after him as he stepped forward to meet his fate.

Hold! Leoric called out. I will not idly stand by as you threaten my daughter! Please allow me to take her place!

Father? Penelope gasps. Judging from the look on the face, Logan could tell that there were no words she wanted to hear more than that statement, first true proof of a fathers love.

Revelin chuckled. Sacrificing yourself to protect your daughter. How predictable! However, in the name of vengeance and justice that our glory demands, your request is denied!

Several soldiers of the Scourge surrounded Leoric with their guns to hold him back as Penelope stepped forward. One soldier however stood in front of her and halted her progress. Patience girl, he said. First your friend, then you! He and several of his comrades trained their weapons on her to prevent her from taking action.

Prepared to fight for your life are you boy? asked the torturer. You have no idea what youve gotten yourself into. Only one of us shall walk out of here alive and it wont be you!

By now, Logan knew that the time to act was now. Nothing would hold him back now. If he didnt interfere Albrecht would certainly be killed in the duel. The blood of one innocent man had already been spilled on the streets today and that was too much even for his conscience.

Making sure his weapon was ready where he could grasp it quickly, Logan began to force his way through the crowd. He tried to calm his anxiety by picturing the looks of surprise on the faces of his enemies when he revealed himself.
Albrecht and his opponent by now were taking their final steps away from each other as per the customs of dueling. A distance of twenty yards separated them as they turned and glared forward at each other with their weapons at their side as cowboys and gunfighters did back in the days of the old west.

Even if you kill me, Albrecht said, it wont change anything. The rebellion has only just truly begun!

We shall see about that, wont we? his opponent sneered. You face superior weapons and training! Those who continue to defy the Scourge shall understand the truth meaning of folly. All youve accomplished through your words was more senseless death! That will be your legacy! Some people just are not meant for redemption!

Dont be so presumptious! snarled Albrecht. Save it for after youve killed me!

Whether you possess the heart of a hero or a fool, it shall soon beat no longer. I will rip it out of your body and hold it before your eyes as your life slips away!

Albrecht only smirks. Good luck with that! I have already given it to Penelope!

Several moments of silence pass. Logan could feel the tension in the crowd. Minerva watches in fear, dreading the inevitable loss of all she had left of her family.

One man fought for the glory of his own army. The other was fighting for the honor of the people and kingdom. A victory for Albrecht would further shame the Scourge. Even his defeat would not destroy the newly uplifted morale of the people.
Albrecht and the soldier reached for their weapons and raised them to fire. Albrechts crossbow was loaded with a bolt ready while the torturers shotgun pointed its barrels forward, two shells worth of buckshot encased within.
The soldiers face displayed a smug smirk as confident of his victory. For he could easily step-side Albrechts bolt and the expelled buckshot would punch through his opponents tunic the moment he fired.

At the same time they raised their weapons, Logan stood ready with his own shotgun. With quick reflexes and a steady aim to serve him well  the result a years worth of training among the Scourge  he fired at the Scourge torturer before either man could shoot.

Hundreds of shocked gasps penetrate the silence as the soldier takes the shot directly to his chest. The impact sends him spinning one hundred and eighty degrees on as he opens his mouth to cry out as he falls but all that comes out is a gurgle. Albrecht lowers his crossbow with a shocked look on his face that spoke for itself and everyone present.

What the? Revelin shouted.

Logan steps forward and flings back the hood of the cloak. Surprise! he announced aloud.

Gasps of astonishment, awe, and shock fill the evening air as Logan reveals himself. The first thing he saw were the whites of Revelins eyes as the eyelids peel back all the way. The sound of clattering metal and wood ring in his eardrums as the weapons of the awestruck Scourge soldiers and Iconoclast guards are torn from their grasps as if by unseen forces, all who stare as if they had seen a ghost. Only Penelope did not look the least bit surprised. A warm assuring smile spread over her lips.

As Logan pulled his arms out of the robes sleeves and flung off his Scourge disguise with a flourish, he scooped up his hat from where it lay and set it back upon his head. With hat and owner reunited, he was whole as Iconoclasts hero once more.

He smirked at the Scourge soldiers with his hands to his hips. Out am I? he asked aloud.

Within seconds, Logans sense of hearing comes under siege from hundreds of unified lips crying out in jubilation. He found himself overwhelmed by the civilian joy and the silent horror of his enemies. Cries of Hes alive! are heard as far as his eyes could see.

He turns to face Albrecht, his would-be successor. Upon the young former watchmans face is a look of awe and respect. A smile crept over his lips to finally meet the man whose deeds inspired him. Logan nodded towards him.
Looking into Minervas face he saw renewed hope as the certain promise of peace sparkled within her eyes. He bowed his head before her, as late as it was.

Logan, look out! a familiar female voice cried out loud enough to be heard above the cheers of the crowd. The square became silent. Nearby on the other side of the crowd, Agnes is being restrained by two of the Scourge soldiers with a tight grip on her arms.

Then he saw why she had warned him. The wounded Scourge torturer had pushed himself up from the street from where he had fallen and had once more taken his weapon into his hands. Using whatever strength wounded body could muster he forced himself up onto one knee and lifted his gun towards Logan. But Logan was ready to defend himself. He pulled out his shotgun to finish the soldier off but there was no need to do so. For at that moment a bolt from Albrechts crossbow pierced the soldiers skull right between the eyes. His cries of pain are silenced a mere moment later as Penelopes spear pierces his heart. The combined agony of both a bolt to the brain and a spear to the chest is too much for his body to endure and his corpse tumbles back to the pavement.

As Albrecht reloads his crossbow, Penelope steps forward to retrieve her spear. Her father and comrades watch with pride as she pulls her weapon out of the corpse. Looks like its still too early for you to succeed Logan Albrecht, she said wiping the spearhead clean of blood.

But just the right time to take inspiration from my example and follow in my footsteps, said Logan as he reached down to take the dead torturers weapon. He unloaded both shells and tossed the useless gun back onto the street. He smiled in Revelins direction as his arch-rival stared back with eyes wide.

No! the Scourge commander gasped. Its impossible!

Not impossible at all! Logan replied. Here I am!

Even if he lived to a ripe old age Logan knew he would never forget the look on Revelins face. Once more Logan had embarrassed the Scourge with his ability to survive their every effort to kill him. And how could they call themselves the most powerful army in existence if they couldnt even kill the man who single-handedly defeated them two months previously.

Logan saw one of the soldiers at Revelins side begin to back away fearfully. It didnt take long to understand why as Revelins face darkens with rage. You said he was dead! he turns around and screams, the volume of his voice increasing with every word until the echo of his last word rings in everyones ears. 

The soldier continued to back off. But Commander Revelin, I didnt think he would survive when I sent the squad to the monastery to finish him off.

You didnt go with them? Had Revelins eyes widened any further, they could have popped out of his sockets. You didnt confirm?

I the soldier stammered trying to think of an excuse, but it was no use. Logan had to cover his mouth to avoid laughing out loud. The captain on board the ship had been right. The look on the soldiers face was priceless. He had believed Logan to have been finished off at the monastery but seeing him here alive and well defied explanation and his own expectations. Revelins wrath for his failure would know no pity or mercy. Two of his comrades grab him from behind and restrain him as Revelin marches forward menacingly.

When an officer of the Scourge gives an order, a soldier carries it out! his voice ominous and merciless. Here in the Scourge there is no place for failure! When youre given a job to do, always make sure you fulfill it! Let that be a lesson to youin your next life! 

In the span of a single second, he points his weapon towards the soldiers head and pulled the trigger. Other than the sound of a cannon-like bang, the last sound the soldier would ever hear was the sound of his own skull shattering into his brain. His captors release their grip and his lifeless corpse collapses to the pavement.

Why? Why? Why? Revelin roars while stomping one foot on the street. Cant my troops do anything right? Every failure of his followers was another push toward the edge of the cliffs of insanity. Judging by the anger in his voice, all it would take was one more push to let gravity do the rest.

Well Commander Revelin, Janus spoke up, I did warn you that Logan was not to be underestimated!

Shut up Janus! yelled Revelin.

Thats Luitenant  

Your rank means nothing to me! You are only second in command, but I am the supreme commander of the Scourge!

A supreme fathead! Logan shouts. The crowd around him laughs in agreement. 
Revelin fumes for the next several moments as the crowd continued to mock his ego. He was losing his grip and power over them and to him, power and control over everyone he considered inferior to him was everything. But uniting ordinary people to make him a laughingstock was unforgivable. He and the few soldiers still clutching their weapons raised them skyward and opened fire. But this time the crowd would not be silenced.

His troops look to him for their orders and he nods in reply. Those who had not yet recovered their weapons do so and then point them at Logan in unison. The sounds of dozens of guns being cocked and readied for battle is what finally silences the crowds laughter, changing their glee into gasps and cries of terror. Albrecht and Penelope are knocked to the pavement from behind and held at gunpoint to prevent them from assisting Logan. 

Logan prepared to defend himself and take down as many soldiers as he could before he would be drilled down. A sign of the slightest smile spread across the lips of Revelin, for to him this is the moment of triumph he has been waiting.

Shall we open fire and take him out immediately Commander Revelin? one of the soldiers asked. 

Ye   Revelin roars raising a clenched fist skyward. But before he can finish giving the order and seal Logans doom, he stops, the unfinished order echoing in the evening air. Something happens that Logan never expected from Revelin. 
Something that nobody expects, not even his troops. Revelin had never been known to control his anger and was known and feared for his temper, but his sudden ability to restrain himself in this situation was strangely out of character. All the anger and malice drawn on his face is erased. He unclenches his fist. I mean `no!

Commander? asked a soldier. All his troops gape at him in astonishment lowering their weapons. They have been presented with a chance to finally exact their revenge, yet their commander is hesitating.

Ive got an even better idea! A sinister smile etches itself across his lips. New strategy!

The soldiers holstered their weapons as their commander approached Logan. Logan himself stepped forward to stand face to face with the one man he hated more than anyone he ever loathed, even more than Garibaldi. The two men stood toe to toe, separated by only a couple of feet. Hundreds of pairs of eyes watch them in silent anxiety.

Logan had been looking forward to a confrontation with his arch-rival such as this one for a very long time.

How is it that you are still alive? asked Revelin.

Logan felt his lips curve into a smile. It takes more than bullets to bring me down.

Revelin stared him down. Indeed. Perhaps this will not be as easy as I thought it would be.

Nothings ever easy Revelin. Seeing as how he was a former soldier of the Scourge, there was no need to address him by his rank. And even if he still was, he wouldnt have the stomach to do so. He would rather cut out his own tongue than address Revelin as the Commander.

He waited  a moment for Revelin to make good on his earlier threat. For some unknown reason Revelin smiled when a frown was otherwise expected. To tell you the truth Logan, for the first time in my life Im actually happy to see you.
It took all of Logans own self-control not to burst into laughter. This was completely unexpected from Revelin, a man who shared a mutual hatred and desperately wanted to kill Logan, willing to stoop to any means necessary to accomplish his goal. 

But it was more than unexpected. 

It was unbelievable. 

Unthinkable at the most.

But he already understood why Revelin had said those words. Well the feeling isnt mutual. I already know what you want from me and I wont tell you anything!
From behind Revelins sealed lips a muffled chuckle is heard. I was rather hoping you would say that.

Logan crossed his arms across his chest. If Murlock, Minerva, and Edward wont tell you where to find the Sword of Darkness, what makes you think I will?

I must admit Logan, Revelin replied, I do so admire your will of steel. It is almost as strong as my own and that of the Scourges. However, even the strongest steel can break once rusted. He leaned forward, bringing his face slightly closer to Logans with a broad smile that grew in size as he stared into Logans eyes. Especially if you know exactly where and how hard to strike. And I have knowledge of your weakness.

He pulled himself back and began to slowly circle Logan like a potential customer inspecting a used car. It was easy to break the will of the people and their army once they heard the news of your death.

A rumor so greatly exaggerated! Logan said, his head following Revelin. You should know by now I dont die so easily!

So I do, said Revelin. Considering your reputation and the restored morale of the people with your presence here, I completely agree.  Killing you is no longer enough for me to restore the glory and pride of the Scourge, at least not for me. No. I want to destroy you and undo everything youve done, as if you had never even been born!

Easier said than done Revelin, said Logan.

You made quite a reputation for yourself in this land Logan, he went on. These people look to you as their champion, their savior, and their messiah.

He stopped at Logans side and leaned close to his ear. Oh but if they only knew your secret, he whispered.

At first Logan had only listened uncertain as to what Revelin had planned. But now he felt anxiety, dread, and fear mesh with his uncertainty. Was this the weak point in the his own steel that Revelin was referring to?

What would they think? Revelin whispered to his face as he stood in front of him once more. To realize the truth about their hero? That he was once one of us?
Logan felt his blood run cold. So may people surrounded them and this was the closest he had ever come to having his secret exposed. Geoffroy had been the first to know and his death had silenced the secret. Thankfully Revelin had not whispered loud for any anyone other than the two of them to hear this terrible truth. You wouldnt! his lips trembled.

Oh I believe I would, Revelin sneered with a cruel chuckle pulling himself away. As if sensing Logans weakening resolve and knowing his concern for the citizens, he went on, And if that isnt enough

With a quick snap and point of the commanders finger, the Scourge soldiers in the area trained their weapons on the crowd. Shrieks and gasps tore free from hundreds of lips. Even Minerva found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. His next statement became something of an announcement, loud enough for everyone to hear. We will lay waste to this entire city and slaughter all who live here, leaving nothing but a graveyard in your shame!

Logan stared in horror at Revelin. It was clear that he meant business. A hero was supposed to save lives and protect the innocent. What kind of hero would he be if he allowed those who placed their trust in him to die? So many had died already.
And then his ears registered the sound of Agnes cry as she was shoved to the street by her captors. He turned just in time to see four soldiers train their weapons toward her. One of them raised her head revealing herself to be none other than Bellatrix.

Starting with her! she proclaimed with a cruel smile.

The chill streaming through his blood became colder than a powerful winter snowstorm at this horrific scene his vision revealed to him. A scene all too familiar to him. The memory of his beloved Katrina tied to the post for her execution with five soldiers holding their guns on her before opening fire. And now her double in this world was under a similar threat. A threat that would become fatal and add yet another life to the list of those he had failed. One that would torment him almost as badly as Katrinas death.

Watch over and protect Agnes, Geoffroys voice reminded him. 

No! he gasped. Revelin please! Dont do this!

Revelin only laughed. Logan dont go confusing this woman for someone else!

Actually Commander Revelin, said Bellatrix, her eyes darting between Agnes and Logan, I think he already has! The resemblance to Katrina is quite undeniable!

Logans eyes met Agnes again and saw in hers the shock of this revelation. As if she now understood why he was determined to protect her at any cost. He felt Revelins hand seize the locket and open it. He turned to see Revelin staring at Katrinas picture smiling within. Then a cruel grin smears his face as he lifted his eyes up to Logan. He could do nothing but watch, panic gripping his heart as his enemy approached Agnes. Bellatrix and another soldier forced her up to her feet. Logan already understood as Agnes fearful face darkened with anger.

You! she uttered with a voice passionate with hatred.

Revelin stared at her, tilting his head one way and then the other as if trying to remember something. Do I know you? he asked. Have we met?

His ignorance only infuriated Anges even more. Remember back in Arcanius? You roasted my father alive with the Sword of Fire!

Did I? asked Revelin. He chuckled at her mounting fury. Ah yes! Now I remember! He escaped a burning building and still met a fiery end! Ironic dont you think?
At that moment, Agnes exploded as if all the anger she had kept inside her since her fathers murder had been released. She had only just begun to throw herself at Revelin to strangle the life from his body when he slammed the stock his weapon into her stomach. Grimacing with both pain and anger while clutching her stomach, Agnes collapsed to her knees like a popped balloon in an instant.

Watching this, Logan felt all his hatred and anger towards Revelin come to life. Revelin! he roared in fury as he reached for a weapon. Hurt her again and you shall not survive this day! I swear it!

Revelin only chuckled in amusement. Ill do more than hurt her if thats what it takes to break your will Logan! Two soldiers force Anges once more to her feet as two others hold their weapons on her. Troops, change of plan! he called out. Instead of threatening those who depend on their hero, threaten the reflection of the one he cared for more than any other!

In response dozens of guns are pointed directly at Agnes. Cold fear gripped Logans heart to see Agnes in her predicament. In her eyes he saw his own horror. A situation all too-familiar to him.

Whats the matter Logan? taunted Revelin. Does this scenario look familiar to you?

The memory of five soldiers pointing their guns at Katrina before opening fire was nothing compared to the nightmare of her double threatened by dozens.

I can see in your eyes Logan youre worried for her life, Revelin said. And Ive come to suspect that you would risk absolutely everything just to ensure her safety. He stared intently, his eyes burning into Logans soul. Is it because you see in her the woman you loved and lost? Or are you trying to make up for something?

Some of the other soldiers including Bellatrix snickered and chortled with laughter. It was obvious to all of them what the answer was to both questions.

The more I understand the way you work Mr. Logan, said Revelin, the more information I learn. Information which can be put to good use to create the one strategy we need in order to defeat you.

That doesnt sound good. Logan thought. Is he thinking of using Agnes against me?
Youd better talk Logan, said Revelin, otherwise well fill her with more lead than a pencil hasor even her if you know who Im talking about! And Ill personally fire off the first shot as I did before!

Logan felt his anger towards Revelin and fear for Agnes fighting within him to control his next move. Part of him wanted to blow Revelin away on the spot but the other part of him feared that doing so would result in Agnes suffering the same fate as Katrina in retaliation.

Dont do it Logan! Agnes pleaded calmly in spite of the danger to herself. You cant let them put the people of this land in even greater danger than we already are in. Dont betray everything youve fought for! Its my life for the whole kingdom! I have nothing left worth living for anyway! Perhaps in death my life shall finally have meaning!

Up until this point Logan had always believed Katrina to be the bravest woman he had ever known. Now Agnes had just proved herself a worthy equal.

Revelins cruel grin only grew. I think not girl! Turning to Logan again he issued another announcement. If this is still not enough to coerce you Logan well execute our hostages back at the base including your own dear mother!
Logans blood froze in shock at this threat.

No! Not Edward! Minerva screamed in fear for her husbands life.

What would you care girl? Revelin sneered, you and everyone gathered here shall soon be a banquet for the vultures, thanks to your savior!

What is this? Is he threatening the lives of innocent civilians as well? Just how low will he stoop to force my tongue?

Make your choice now Logan, Revelin went on, jamming the barrel of his gun into Agnes cheek. First her, then we start mass genocide right here! A cruel grin curved his lips. But not before we reveal the truth about you! he whispered.

Only in her death had Katrinas existence finally found meaning thanks to everything he had fought for. Her death was the beginning of his struggle. Agnes was now prepared to sacrifice herself to save countless lives. But now with the threat of mass genocide upon the citizens of the city he saw upon her face that she now realized the futility of her impending death. Revelins threat had defeated her selfless intention. Her sacrifice would be in vain as would have Katrinas had Logan not chosen to fight against the Scourge.

Not even the dangers he faced in Death Cavern could compare to the horror before him. Even the massacre in his home city two months ago seemed like childs-play compared to the sight of so many lives under threat, their fate depended upon the choice he was to make, that and his own reputation in this land. If he refused to give in the streets would be flooded with blood and corpses, everyone would die knowing his shameful and terrible secret. On the other hand if he co-operated and they recovered the Sword of Darkness, what would happen? What would they unleash upon the land? And how would his reputation as a hero suffer because of it?

Whatever the choice he made, so many lives would be on his conscience, every step he took for the rest of his life. Furthermore his reputation would either be tarnished or completely destroyed.

Revelin was right. He knew exactly where to strike to break Logans steel will. Agnes would be the first to die if he wouldnt give in to Revelins demands. And then gradually the Scourge would slaughter everyone present.

Tick tock! Bellatrix counted off the seconds.

Katrina had been the first person he had failed. Her death still weighed heavily upon his soul, tormenting him with the knowledge that he could have saved her. Agnes herself is now threatened with the same fate yet there was still a chance to save her.

If you do get yourself into trouble, expect me to come rescue you, no matter what, he remembered his earlier words to Agnes on board the caravan.
No matter what? Does that mean at any cost? Regardless of what happens? To yourself? To others?

Although he had scoffed at the possibility of such a situation there was nothing to scoff about now that it had become reality.

You may have saved the people in this land by murdering Garibaldi, but in doing so you only exposed them to even greater danger. All this death and destruction is happening because of you! Januss earlier words in Arcanius reminded him.

In a way Janus had been telling the truth. So many people had died in this land because of him. People had died here in the town square in defiance. With just a few words he could end the slaughterfor now. But would his decision bring the promise of a much worse fate in the future?

His promise to Geoffroy, the long list of lives he had already failed here in Iconoclast, together with the images of Katrinas bloodied body dying in his arms was the final blow to break the steel with two seconds to spare.

He sighed in defeat and hunched forward in despair like a wilting flower. Damn it! I dont have a choice! He was immediately filled with regret and shame as
hundreds of soft gasps are heard all around him. He lifted his eyes in Agnes direction and saw upon her face a look that reflected her own helplessness and spoke for itself, they didnt give you any choice.

Revelins chuckles further torment his spirit as he removes his weapon from Agnes face. Thats a good boy. I knew you would see it our way!

Logan watched as the soldiers holster their weapons once more. With just a few words, he had spared Agnes and an entire city from death...for now. Footsteps are heard approaching behind him before firm hands grab his arms with a tight grip.
Take him to the castle! Revelin ordered. And as for the woman and those who laid low our comrade, take them on board our ship and keep them under lock and key! Prepare them for transportation to our home base!

What is this? Logan asked himself. What was going on? What does Revelin mean by that?

Revelin, you said you wouldnt harm anybody if I agreed!

True. Revelin shot him an arrogant sneer. But I never promised we wouldnt take hostages!

Damn you Revelin! Logan yelled furiously.

Or we can execute them right now if you dont shut up and get moving! Revelin smiled smugly.

Damn it! He forced himself to keep cool and keep marching. He turned his head to watch Agnes, Albrecht, and Penelope led away by a separate group of soldiers. Leoric and Minerva watched helplessly with great despair as what was left of their family was escorted off toward the harbor. Agnes turned her head towards him as the Scourge led her away, the expression on her face told him, dont worry about me Logan.

Once she disappeared out of view beyond the other side of the crowd, Logan was flooded with shame in knowing that he had failed her. While Katrina had been led away to her execution, he had fought his way to the killing grounds in his unsuccessful attempt to save her. But here, the threat of her death quelled any desire to fight back against those who would work to prevent him from saving her.
Despair engulfed the misery of his failure and guilt.
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The sun was completing its descent into the horizon as Logan, Minerva, Leoric, and Murlock, all three at gunpoint, were escorted by Revelin and over a dozen Scourge soldiers into the castle.

Castle servants, the stable boy, and the guards who remained at their post within the castle stared in astonishment to realize their hero presumed dead was alive and well after all. But their joy had been short lived to see that he was now a prisoner of the Scourge.

Inside the castle, Logan, Minerva, and Murlock were forced into the council chambers where royalty held meets and strategies for war were prepared and discussed. There were no windows to allow sunlight or even moonlight. The only light came from lit candles on the candelabras and the overhanging chandelier. Paintings of several previous rulers are hung on the walls.

Once all four are inside, Revelin locks the door behind them.

What am I thinking? Logan muttered to himself. Agreeing to help the Scourge recover the Sword of Darkness. To him this was as close as he would get to actually aiding the enemy in their war rather than fighting them. It should be considered treason.

You had no choice, said Minerva trying to console him despite her own grief.

There is always a choice.

True, said Murlock. But can you imagine all the blood that would have been spilled if you had chosen otherwise? The king and queen of Dunkilus surrendered the Sword of Sky to the Scourge in order to save their people and their kingdom.
Logan looked to Leoric, expecting the captain to make a statement condemning the rulers for their actions or even frown in disapproval. Instead, he saw the proud captain now wearing sorrow upon his face, presumably from worry about his daughter. So much for sentimentality.

Sir Logan, Leoric said, after what happened out there, everything the Scourge did to coerce you, I now understand why the rulers of Dunkilus acted the way they did. Perhaps I may have misjudged them.

He was standing near a round wooden table upon which a large model of the entire city of Iconoclast is attached as if build during its construction. This model was used to discuss and prepare strategies for protecting the city during war. Carved and painted figurines in the shapes of warriors and knights clad in armor stand in front of the main gates leading to the city. Logan found his own interest captured by the model and came closer to examine it.

Looks like Penelope was right, Logan said as he picked up one of the figurines to inspect it more closely, the kingdom was deploying all of its soldiers to defend the city.

I am ashamed for having surrendered, said Leoric. Once we saw your hat in the hands of their commander, it took the fight out of us. People lost hope.

Its too early for that, said Minerva. Now that Logan has returned alive and well, perhaps there is hope for us after all.

They heard voices outside the door. Someone was asking to be let into the chamber. Surprisingly, the request was granted for the sound of a key turning in the lock is heard. The doors open and in steps a young man clad in a leather tunic with matching pants and boots. The door is once more closed and locked behind him.
The strange man had only taken a few steps forward when he freezes with wide eyes at the sight of Logan. It appeared to him that he was clearly taken aback in surprise as if Logans presence was completely unexpected.

Logan, wed like you to meet Claudio, said Murlock gesturing to the new arrival.
Logan stared at the newcomer. He had the suspicion that he had seen this man somewhere before, but he couldnt quite put his finger on it.

Do I know you? he asked.

I know you, said Claudio recovering his composure. Youre the one who single-handedly saved this world and freed the population from Garibaldis curse. At the same time, you tarnished the Scourges self-proclaimed reputation as the most powerful army in history. Quite an impressive accomplishment for just one man.

Well it hasnt been easy, said Logan.

Claudio circled Logan like a hunter inspecting whether the animal he shot had been killed or not. I can see the monks of that monastery did a magnificent job in nursing you back to health.

But how did you Logan started quizzically.

You probably dont remember me because you were still unconscious when I checked on you. I was among the few visitors you had. You probably didnt take notice of me back in Tamirtania either. Ive been keeping close eye on the Scourges progress, reporting back to Iconoclast following the sieges on Tamirtania and Arcanius.

Youre certainly doing a very good job. But if you knew I was still alive in Arcanius, why didnt you inform the people?

And risk the Scourge finding out? They would have sent a squad to finish you off for certain.

They already did, but they failed. So how did they find out I was still alive?
I dont know. But what matters now is that you are still alive and the people are joyful.

For now. He sighed. But I wonder whats going to happen now? Once the Scourge recover the Sword of Darkness, whats going to happen next?

Worry about that later, said Murlock. As regretful as it is, we must comply
with the Scourges demands to spare the people from genocide.

Hearing Murlock speak of swords reminded Logan that he still had the Sword of Judgment safely tucked away inside his trench coat. And now that he and Murlock were together in the same room away from the prying eyes of the Scourge, it was at that moment when Logan decided to bring up the subject. Murlock theres something you need to know, he said.

Yes? asked Murlock.

Logan glanced towards the door. Im worried that the Scourge may overhear what I need to tell you. How can we prevent them from overhearing?

Murlock smiled. I have a spell that can prevent the Scourge from listening, he whispered softly. The spell allows only a select few to listen to any conversation no matter how close they are to the speaker. With it under effect, we can yell and scream all we want and they wont hear a thing!

Speaking of spells Murlock, I have never seen you use magic like that back in the city square. You know the spell Im talking about, the one that zapped those two soldiers into ashes.

Murlock chuckled as his eyes twinkled. Oh you thought that I only specialized in magic charms and enchantments? He became serious once more. I am reluctant to use destructive magic as such powers were used in the great War of Wizardry that ravaged this world fifteen hundred years ago, but if I have no other choice, so be it.

Ahem, Murlock. He whispered softly, About that spell?

Murlock nodded. As you wish. He placed one finger on each hand into his mouth. Logan saw a faint greenish glow within the ancient wizards mouth. Keeping one finger in his mouth, he pulled out the other and placed it into Logans mouth. Logan felt a strange but pleasurable tinkle within his mouth that made him smile. The feeling remained after Murlock removed his finger to reveal that the glow had faded.

Murlock removed the finger in his own mouth. It too had lost the glow.

There, he yelled at the top of his lungs. Its done.

Logan jumped in surprise with a yelp. This was the loudest he had ever heard Murlock speak.

The ancient wizard laughed. Relax Logan, the spell is in effect. Youre the only person in this room or even in this castle who heard me.

Logan stared at Minerva, Leoric, and Claudio.

I didnt hear a thing, said Claudio shrugging his shoulders.

Precisely, said Murlock.

What? asked Claudio pulling at his ears. I saw your lips move but I didnt hear anything.

Murlock beamed at Logan. See? What did I tell you? Only you and I can hear each other now, at least until the spell dissipates.

How long will it last? Logan asked, worried that the effect would only last a few minutes and that it would wear off, allowing the Scourge to overhear important information about a weapon of terrible power within the castle.

For about an hour or until I reverse the effect myself. As long as you feel that tingle in your mouth, the spell is in effect. There is another version of the spell that amplifies the voice allowing everyone to hear what you say no matter how greate the distance, but it only lasts a few minutes. Now, what was it you needed to talk to me about?

Anxiously, Logan reached into his trench coat and drew out the Sword of Judgment. He saw Murlocks eyes widen in shocked recognition as the eyelids peeled back. Carefully he took the sword by the hilt and then laying it upon his palms he stared at the amethyst blade with a look of horror. It cant be! he gasped shaking his head disbelievingly.

I took it from the monastery in Arcanius when the Scourge invaded to finish me off, said Logan. I was afraid that they would claim it for themselves.
Do you realize what this is? asked Murlock, his tone fearful. This is no ordinary blade! This is the Sword of Judgment! Its power is even greater and more terrifying than the Sword of Darkness, enough to match the sacred power of the Sword of Iconoclast itself.

Logan remembered what had happened to the soldier who had struck Agnes aboard the ship. He shuddered to think what would happen if it fell into the hands of a madman. So Ive been told, he said. It was once wielded by a malevolent wizard during the War of Wizardry.

You took a terrible chance taking it here, Murlock said gravely. If only the Scourge knew that it was right here under their very noses. I hoped that no one outside the brotherhood of monks who guarded it would ever discover its existence. But it seems history will not allow itself to be forgotten so easily.

I actually witnessed its power when I tried to kill a Scourge soldier on board the ship I came on, said Logan. I pointed it at him preparing to thrust it through his chest and it transformed him into an old man nothing more than skin and bones before he disintegrated into dust.

Terrible power indeed, said Murlock. The sword is said to contain the power of a vengeful god, drawing its strength from the mind and emotions of the one who wields it, feeding off anger, hatred, and malice. The stronger those emotions, the more destructive and terrible punishment it delivers upon the victim. But now is not the time to discuss the sword, not with the Scourge present. I will tell you more another time. For now, we must hide the sword where it cannot be found by the enemy!

Where? asked Logan.

We must not take any chances with this weapon. It was easy for Garibaldi to claim the Sword of Darkness. We will not make the same mistake and place it in sight within a stone. He looks to Minerva who nods in understanding and walks towards the fireplace where she pushes the crest of swords below the mantle. The entire fireplace rotates, revealing a hidden chamber behind which Logan follows him into from behind. 

The rectangular entrance just beyond the fireplace leads to a large circular room. The left, right, and far rear sides of the room each have a tall stained glass window with the symbol of a sword. At this hour, shafts of light from the setting sun shine through the windows and paint several patches of the floor with a brownish orange light. Six pillars of stone encircle the a raised stone dais in the middle of the chamber upon which rests a much smaller one constructed of similar material. A purple carpet outlined with silver positioned on the floor runs in a straight line from the rectangular entrance towards the dais, climbing up the sides and finally encircling the smaller stone dais. Upon closer examination, Logan sees that there is a hole in the center. Murlock inserts the Sword of Judgment into the hole and exits as Minerva once more pushes the crest of swords, causing the fireplace to return to its original position, sealing the chamber once more.

It is fortunate that the one who wielded this weapon is no longer among our people, he said. I shudder to think of what would happen were he and the sword united.

His fingers began to glow with a green glow once more and he inserted one into his mouth and another into Logans. The tingling sensation disappeared, warning Logan that the spell Murlock cast had lost its effect. He was almost sorry it was gone as he enjoyed the feeling it gave him.

What now? he asked.

For now, said Murlock, we must focus on saving our people from genocide, even if we risk putting our people into even greater danger.

Yet even doing so goes against my sworn duty to help uphold the peace and safety of our people, said Leoric ruefully, his words proved that the spell had dissipated. However, it seems the Scourge have given us no choice. For the sake of my daughters life, that of her friend, and everyone else in this land, we must co-operate.

But how can we determine where the sword is? asked Logan regretfully. It was the toughest question he had ever asked in his life.

Murlock nodded grimly. The spell I used to cast the blade into the ocean depths linked directly to my mind so I could ensure that it would be taken to a place where no one would ever recover it. This is a very useful spell I cast upon all of my possessions and other items, allowing me to easily find them should I ever misplace them. The spell remains in effect once cast and never fades.

Can it be used to find certain people as well?

Of course! Murlock beamed. But as with any object, the spell must first be cast upon the individual. That is how I was able to locate you on Earth and summon you.

But when did you   Logan began but Murlock interrupted him.

Through the medallion I gave you. It has magical properties that allow me to communicate through the barriers of the realms beyond.

Murlock, you never cease to amaze me with your talent.

Ha! I am not such an old man after all, am I?

Logan decided to return the conversation back to the previous subject. About the sword?

After I cast the spell to launch it into the sea, I kept watch on its movements through magical visions the spell revealed to me in my mind. Even as I gave you the medallion to return you to Earth in honoring my promise, I was watching as the currents pulled the sword further away from our city. Finally, after several days, it vanished into the mouth and it now lays to rest at the deepest sector.

You wanted to ensure that no one would ever find it, said Logan.

Indeed, said Murlock, signs of regret evident in his voice. To think that I unwittingly would play the most important role in its recovery.

No, said Logan. The Scourge will surely send me to reclaim it. If I dont, theyll slaughter everyone here and their hostages at their base.

But you wouldnt know where to start looking if not for me, said Murlock. He stepped towards a globe of the entire realm of Iconoclast and pointed at a location four inches north of the city of Iconoclast. A place known as Leviathans Cove, he said.

Logan stood at Murlocks side and looked where his finger pointed on the globe.

Many thousands of years ago, Murlock told his story, when this world was young, an undersea volcano erupted twenty miles north of here. Thousands of years of water erosion formed a large cavern rumored to be as deep as the ocean floor. Yet this rumor remains unproven as the cavern has never been explored by humans even after all these years. Its only inhabitants are creatures of the sea, trapped within after being swallowed by the first of many waterfalls. Much of the cave is flooded though only the deepest sections are completely submerged. The sword is located within those sectors.

Logan continued to stare at the spot on the globe where Murlock pointed as the finger was removed. Studying the globe, he learned that the kingdoms of Iconoclast, Naphorphia, and Dunkilus together make up the largest island on the map. Iconoclast itself is located on the central and northern section, with Naphorphia on the west, and Dunkilus on the east. Tamirtania is located to the northeast of Naphorphia by at least three inches. And six inches south and four east of the island composed of Naphorphia, Iconoclast, and Dunkilus is Arcanius.
But something northwest of the land of Dunkilus caught his eye. It was another island whose name was unfamiliar to him. An island close to the Isle of Lazarus where the battle with Garibaldi was fought two months ago.

Whats this? he asked pointing at the island.

Murlock looked where Logan pointed his finger. Thats the land of Judgiollas. He twisted the globe to reveal another island shaped like a crescent moon and labeled Pandorium. The island was located seven inches north and two inches east of Judgiollas.

But I thought there were only five lands in the world of Iconoclast, said Logan scratching his chin with his right hand. Then again, this was the first time he had ever seen a map of the entire realm. He had seen one on board the ship that took him to Arcanius, but he never did get a close look at it. Arcanius, Dunkilus, Tamirtania, Naphorphia, and Iconoclast itself!

Five lands still populated by humans, said Murlock. Originally, there were seven. The  lands of Judgiollas and Pandorium were purged of all human life during the  War of Wizardry, the most influential battle in the history of this realm. If you wish to know more about our history, all you need to do is ask.

As this new information is cemented into Logans brain, curiosity aroused itself. He wished to know more about the history of the realm. But before he could ask and learn, the sound of a key turning in the lock is heard. Five heads turned in unison towards the door as several soldiers of the Scourge enter, two of whom were Bellatrix and Revelin. Logan was relieved to know that the Sword of Judgment was now safely hidden from the eyes of the Scourge. It would have been disastrous had they walked in on Murlock hiding the sword.

Take him, Revelin said pointing at Logan. Lock him up below and see to it that hes ready to begin his search in the morning.

The soldiers saluted. With a final assuring glance from Murlock, the queen, the captain of the guard, and Claudio, Logan stepped forward to allow himself to be detained by the Scourge.
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Surrounded on all sides by the Scourge like organic balls and chains, Logan marched into the castle dungeon. At each door, a soldier would peer in through the barred opening to check for vacancy. In some of the cells, the prisoners entire body was chained to the wall, a restraint reserved for highly dangerous criminals. In others, the inmate was free to roam around. Some of the prisoners were lying upon a bed of straw while others stood in the corner a in front of a bucket with their backs turned. Each of the prisoners looked towards the door as the soldier peered in. When they saw Logan, they stared in awe. Even the criminals and lowlifes of this land held him in high regard.

Thinking back to the previous time he had been a prisoner of the Scourge, as they marched him through the dungeons of Garibaldis castle towards his own execution, Logan could see that this dungeon was far more hospitable and the living conditions not as unbearable. In Garibaldis dungeon, all but one of the inmates were dead, the sole living inhabitant had died when Logan attempted to free him. Here in the Iconoclast dungeon the inmates were alive, many still in good health. Apparently, the guards treated them with better conduct than in many other dungeons and prisons.

A rat scurrying across the floor met a bloody end when Bellatrix stomped on it with the heel of her left boot. Its final squeak was quickly silenced by the sound of every bone in its body snapping like fragile sticks.

I do not understand why Revelin simply did not order him killed, she grumbled. The choice to leave him alive is foolish!

Be careful, one of her comrades said. If he overheard you not addressing him properly, youd have a bullet in your skull.

He should have given us the order. We had our chance for revenge and he didnt take it! Opportunity knocks only once. Garibaldi offered me a chance to change the destiny of my life and I took it!

Well have another chance at revenge. Once Logan has fulfilled his purpose, then we can kill him.

I got a full drum of bullets with his name on it, said Bellatrix with a cruel smile spreading across her lips. Ill enjoy emptying it into his body as I did with that cowardly weakling Katrina!

Logan felt his anger building up at Bellatrixs condemning words towards his beloved. Even now the Scourge continued to speak ill of her. To them, Katrina was a symbol of shame that dishonored them almost as much as his victory over them was. He forced himself to remain calm, but his blood continued to boil. His wrath upon Bellatrix would have to wait.

At last the soldier peered into a cell that was empty. He opened the door and his companions forced Logan in. Get in! one of them ordered. They closed the door behind him as he stepped in.

You two, stay here and guard him until dawn, Bellatrix said pointing at two soldiers. Under no circumstances do you open this door!

The two soldiers saluted as she and the others marched off.

The bars prevented his head from poking outside but even they could not block the glare he shot at Bellatrixs back. Logan vowed to himself that next time he and Bellatrix met, she would pay for her insolence and for her part in Katrinas death.

Fuming, he sat upon the wooden bunk. This was not as he had planned. If not for the public execution that the Scourge would have carried out, he would have snuck his way into the castle and revealed himself to the entire land, taking the Scourge by surprise. But still, even if he had, what then? What would the Scourge have done? The previous events had thrown a wrench into the gears of his plan.
You didnt have a choice, Minervas words reminded him.

She was right. If he refused to give in to the Scourges demands, they would have killed everyone who relied on him. Some hero he would have been!

The wooden cot that was to serve as his bed for the night was hard and uncomfortable. It was secured to the wall by chains on both ends. There was no pillow and no bed-sheets. In times like this, he missed the comfort of his own bed at home. He wished he had been given a room at the inn. He even preferred being bedridden back at the monastery to this.

Above the southern wall, there was a semi-circular window blocked with steel bars without the tiniest sign of rust. Beyond lay the castle gardens where over a hundred fruit trees grew. Above, hundreds of stars twinkled dimly with the moon nowhere to be seen. It was truly a bad omen; what had transpired over the past days since the invasion of the Scourge was nothing compared to what was to come. And to think he would play the most terrible role of all

The days had been getting shorter and nights had slowly been getting colder, a sign of the approaching winter. Snow and cold air could blow in through the dungeon windows and make life more unbearable for the inmates. Logan felt no sympathy towards any of the prisoners in this dungeon. For whatever crimes and suffering they had inflicted upon others, they too deserved to suffer.
For the next two hours, Logan tossed and turned, struggling to fall asleep, a difficult task when the bed was nothing more than bare wood. In the neighboring cell, he heard muffled voices through the wall at his back. It was difficult to discern the words, probably nothing more than conversation on any subject.
Logan wondered exactly how those locked up in these dungeons passed the time. How did the inmates entertain themselves over the course of the days, weeks, months, or even years that they were locked up? Those with a cellmate had an easier time than those in solitary confinement as they had someone to talk to.

What I would do to have a book to read!

Logan found himself wondering how Janus had coped being a prisoner years back. It must have been difficult being unjustly imprisoned for a crime that hadnt even been committed by him. Stale food and water for meals. Mistreatment from the guards and other inmates. An uncomfortable bed such as this. Sitting in a cell with nothing to do. Men and women who could survive such conditions went mad during imprisonment. Those who could not died from fever or disease caused by bad food and water, rats, or cold temperatures.

And the others imprisoned at the Scourges base? Edward? Kains bride-to-be Gwendolyn? His own mother? And what about Penelope, Albrecht, and Anges? Had the ship already returned to the base to imprison them? Or was the ship still stationed at the harbor? What were the conditions that the Scourges hostages and prisoners were enduring?

Outside, he glared towards the two Scourge soldiers posted outside as his guards. Theyre the ones who should be locked in here, not me! Logan vowed to himself that when this war ended, if Iconoclast was victorious, he would do everything in his power to ensure that any surviving Scourge soldiers were imprisoned under these conditions. It would be a fitting punishment. They would suffer much worse than what they inflicted on the entire population.

At last, sleep came. Even death would free him from such misery.
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The sun hadnt even shown itself above the rosy horizon when the door to his cell was unlocked and a dozen Scourge soldiers marched him through the empty streets towards the harbor where a fleet of the Scourges ship waited.

He wasnt the only prisoner taken from the castle. Another squad of soldiers forced Murlock on board one of the ships. Although Murlock had pinpointed the location of Leviathans cove on a map, Revelin ordered him on board anyway. Perhaps it was because he suspected Murlock was trying to deceive them by giving them an incorrect location. Whatever the reason for his presence on board the ship, Murlock did not resist, readily agreeing to accompany them. Logan felt slightly at ease to know that he had at least one ally aboard.

For the next two hours, Logan was a prisoner on board the Scourges vessel. This was one smaller than their previous ship which had been imbued with the power to travel between the worlds thanks to Garibaldis power. He suspected that they had several other boats of similar size; such a fleet would be necessary to transport their army across the sea.

Murlock was kept under guard above on deck to act as lookout. Somewhere below, Albrecht, Penelope, and Agnes were locked away, perhaps in the cargo hold or one of the cabins. He had hoped to be locked up with them, but sadly it was not to be. Revelin kept him locked up separately.

Outside the door of the chamber where he was imprisoned, he heard several of the soldiers load and cock their weapons ready for a fight. Yet what they were preparing for was their long-awaited revenge against Logan, revenge that Revelin had denied them once already. They were confident that their commander would not allow another chance to pass up. It was an atmosphere of impending triumph.
The sun had only barely peeked up from the horizon so it was still dark inside the cabin. The early morning sky was cloudy and lavender with the smell of the sea in his nostrils. Above, sea gulls sang their songs while searching for food, only to be silenced by gunshots from one of the Scourges soldiers. There was the sound of a thud as the still body of several plunged to the deck. Another splashed into the sea, food for the sharks.

The gentle rocking of the boat upon the sea did little to relax him. It would only be a matter of time before they arrived and he began his search. The round porthole in the wall was too small for him to crawl through. Even if he did escape, they were miles from land. He would only drown in the sea, his muscles exhausted from swimming. Peering outside, he saw their destination half a mile away.

Twin multi-ridged stone cliffs shaped like curved upside-down horns extended from a tower of basalt. There was an opening in the rock like the mouth of a great beast taking in massive gulps of saltwater every second.

The door to the cabin was unlocked and he was forced onto the deck. A small boat secured in place by metal davits hung over the edge of the ship. The Scourge dropped anchor as he was forced into the boat. Inside were a few supplies to help his search, including a diving suit constructed out of rubberized canvas sealed to a copper helmet with a single round hinged window in the front. An iron-cast belt would provide buoyancy to allow easier descent and ascent. The suit was also equipped with a compressed air source, enough for one hour of submersion. He doubted it was thoughtfulness on behalf of the Scourge; they only wanted him to survive long enough to retrieve and deliver the sword. Lying upon the bottom of the boat was a wooden oar.

Do be careful, said Revelin. It wouldnt do for you to get yourself killed trying to recover the sword.

What do you need me for? asked Logan. Why not send one of your own inside?

And risk losing another soldier? Revelin replied. What do you take me for? A fool?

What about you? Logan smiled. I suppose youre too much of a coward to go in yourself? He smiled in triumph at the glare Revelin threw him. But I guess thats part of being commander. You get others to do your dirty work for you so you can keep your hands clean.

Youd better shut your mouth and get going Mr. Logan or well execute our prisoners, starting with your dead girlfriends double!

Logan forced himself to keep quiet as two soldiers turned the cranks of the davits to lower the boat into the sea. He picked up the oar and used it to paddle his way toward the cavern. Within the depths of the cave, he heard the roar of a mighty waterfall.

I certainly hope I know what Im doing! Logan muttered to himself as the boat sailed towards the mouth of the cavern.