The Past Returns

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Title: The Past Returns

Author: Lord Rune Artisem

I so love it when everything goes about as planned. I stood within the underground research facility that lay beneath Skara Brae Trammel. It had been created shortly after my coming to power in this silly hamlet, and would play a vital role in the coming days.

The sheep of Skara Brae were more effective workers then I could have ever dreamed, even though they had no a choice in the matter. The production of the four was well on schedule... Once they were completed and activated then it would only be a matter of time...

I let loose a laugh and returned to surface. As I was walking towards my town hall, a man became visible in the streets as he stood directly in front of me. He was an average size man with light blond hair. He looked to be that of a young man, yet it seemed that anger filled his eyes. He held a sword in his right hand as I became more visible to him. I could already tell he was another one of those foolish rats that would challenge me.

"Out of the way, little rat!" I demanded of him.

His eyes glared at me with no words. I waited for a few moments to see what sort of nonsense he would spew forth. Was he here to avenge loved ones that died due to my actions? Or maybe he was some sort of hero who needed to make a name for himself? Perhaps he was a mere loon?

"My name is Teth Corwin. And I am here to give warning to you, the butcher of Skara Brae."

A loon, it seemed.

I gave the young man a small smile and replied: "So you have come to bring me a warning. How thoughtful of you for doing so. Get on with it then. You are wasting the seconds by standing there."

His facial expression did not change the slightest. "The past should not be forgotten nor will it forgive... Your entire life has been nothing but a mockery... Had it not been for him then you would have remained nothing but trash on the streets of Vesper..." He said as the anger drained from his face to that of sadistic pleasure.

How dare this rat speak to me like this... How dare he... He should be set to flames for this display of stupidity!

"You dare?! You filth- covered rat! You come into my domain armed and then you wish to fling such trash at me! Prepare yourself for a most valuable lesson in suffering and despair..."

I raised my hand and pointed towards the young man. Flames spewed forth from my hands, engulfing him. I let loose laughter when I saw the flames take hold of him. His death was at hand and soon he would be nothing more then a pile of burning flesh...

Or so I thought...

It was with a mere second and the flames that were engulfing him were no more. He stood there looking and let loose a dark, inhuman laughter... One of which I had not heard of for ages...

"Still the fool, boy... Thinking that the apprentice can best the master..." came from the young man, but it was no longer his voice...

"W...Who are you?" I asked in fear of what I thought was true...

"I am the one who bestowed the gifts of the Art upon you... The one who sent you on the task of seeking out the Skull so very long ago... I am Monric... And I have come so that you might return my gifts to me!"

This could not be...

"Soon Artisem... Soon... The powers I bestowed upon you those many years ago will be mine once again... Anything that you have learned or gained since then will also become mine... Because you belong to me..."

He then slowly disappeared into nothing without a sound... His eyes gazing upon me as if a father was soon to discipline his child...

And soon he was gone...

I stood in the streets of Skara Brae...

For the very first time...

I was terrified...