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[Tay Thormear]

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Beowulf awoke a few minutes later. The wound that had drained him of most of his blood was now sued close. His wound still ached, but the bleeding had stopped. Smokey, his daughter, was tightly gripping his hand.

“Hummer, I can’t believe that name stuck.” Necrian chuckled from across the room. Necrian was Beowulfs old teacher, he aided him in taking his kindom back from his crooked brother and miss guided daughter. He was the one who had reunited Beowulf and his daughter. “I use to call you that too, but I never thought it’d stay with you this long. Hell, it even stayed with you long enough to convince people you were a different person!” Necrian continued to chuckle.

Beowulf pushed himself to sit up; he wasn’t about to lie around while his city was about to be raided. Pain shot through his body, he pushed the pain to the side and began to speak. “Aye, who would have thought? I carried the name with me to the other world, so people wouldn’t know my true identity. By now I suppose it doesn’t really matter.” He smiled slightly.

Smokey looked a slight bit confused. She always thought her fathers real name was Hummer, she didn’t quite understand what everyone was talking about. How did he get the nickname Hummer?

“How did you get the nickname Hummer?” Smokey asked curiously.

“Long story my dear, let me shorten it up a tad.” Necrian began to speak. “Beowulf here use to study his magic, and dark arts as often as possible. When he wasn’t studying, he would quietly hum the incantations of spells to himself. He began to hum them so often, that we just began calling him Hummer.”

“I hummed words to spells to often, that I began casting spells while I hummed.” Beowulf chuckled. At that precise moment he jumped up off the bed and began yelling. “Tell the archers to prepare to fire, let the mages know they can stop casting the stonewalls now. There is no time to sit around, we will finish this now.” Beowulf spoke quickly.

“Your in no condition to fight…” Necrian began to speak, but the look he received from Beowulf stopped him instantly.

Beowulf quietly mumbled to himself, he was casting spells on his own body, making him stronger. Finishing the last of his strengthening method, Beowulf walked determinedly over to the stairs. He suddenly cursed at himself, realizing in the Underworld he processed the ability to levitate. He snapped his fingers and levitated up the stairs, taking himself to the roof of his castle.

Mages from all around the city met with him on the roof. Beowulf began to explain the plan to the mages; they began to put them selves in order, creating a circle around Beowulf. He snapped his fingers and began to rise, his body levitated just above the other mage’s heads.

A couple on moments later stonewalls protecting the city began to crumble. Arrows ambushed the enemy raiders being caught off guard. The mage circle on the top of Lord Beowulf’s castle began chanting loudly. The ground began to shake, cracks opened under the enemies.

Soldiers out side of the city began falling uncontrollably into the cracks of death. The earth continued rumbling, arrows continued piercing the armor of the soldiers. The united city’s had no idea what was happening, how was this one city so powerful? Just than a loud voice echoed around the surrounding area.

“I am Lord Beowulf Thorimear! I am the one ye all call Lord Hummer; we are one of the same! I cannot believe that ye foolish Kings assumed I had perished, or that some traveling man was able to rid me of my title!” the voice was so loud, so powerful. “I am the King of this city, of this land, soon to be of this world! My daughter will soon be taking my place on the throne, and none of ye will be able to do a thing about it! It is to late to surrender; yer armies will find the fait of their lives here! After ridding yer cities of their soldiers, my city will move in a take every last city over. This is my world, this is the Thorimears world!”

Cheers of triumph erupted from inside the city. The gates were opened for the now ambitious soldiers to storm out and rid the land of the enemy scum. It was impossible to stop them now; they were soldiers of hope, and soldiers of Beowulf.

A few hours later, black smoke filled the lungs of the citizens of any other city either than Beowulf’s. It hadn’t taken long at all for the enemy’s to be disposed of; Beowulf’s soldiers were to full with adrenaline to be stopped now. The soldiers continued slashing people apart, and putting fire to buildings. Smokey, Beowulf’s daughter was helpful in suggesting that they rid the cities of all their resources to strengthen their own crops. Smokey wanted to have ever last person slashed to bits, and beaten to death.

Beowulf in his older days would have supported her idea of the deaths. Now though, he was feeling a bit of regret killing all of those people. He let the women and children run free, the ones that got past his troops that is. He took the entire have decent boys he could find, and made them workers and soon to be soldiers of his new city. It made no sense to him killing all these people, it would be smarter to expand his city and having new citizens who would be easily controlled by his daughter. He showed no regret in setting fire to each and every one of they buildings; it just meant there would be more work for the slaves to make more buildings in his city.

A couple of days later Beowulf was at the end of his return. He handed the crown down to Smokey and gave her many quick lessons on leading. Necrian had offered to be her guide, help her through tough situations. Beowulf had no doubts that his daughter would be a strong Queen.

On his way out of the castle, Necrian had caught up to Beowulf and stopped him.

“Take kona’zak with you, he is a strong hawk and will protect your home.” Necrian said while handing Beowulf the hawk. This was the same hawk that delivered the letter to Beowulf as his home. He gave a slight smile and left for home, leaving behind his new kingdom, his queen of a daughter, and taking his new pet hawk kona’zak.