A Nation Reborn

[Gilgamesh]

A flickering light pierced the veil of darkness in the depth of Gilgamesh’s sleep. Gilgamesh raised a hand lazily to cover the bright light of torches placed everywhere around him. He smelt the burning wood and saw the black smoke raise into the night sky. He looked around and noted the black iron bars around him as he realized what had just happened. He sat upright and glared all around him, a expanse of shrubbery and greens laid around him as he heard chants coming from in front of him.

How dare they subject their King to conditions like this? They dare make me their prisoner! I shall show them the pleasure of being killed by such a Hero. He saw another torch flame come from beyond the distance, slowly bouncing and getting ever more closer. He saw a barbarian with a small animal pelt covering him approaching behind the shrubbery. He walked up and peered in the darkness before finding Gilgamesh in the prison and slowly strolled over to him with a stupid grin on his face.

He bent over and looked at the King and seemed to inspect him for any meat on his bones before pointing at him and laughing. "How dare you laugh at me, worm! Your death shall amuse me!" The barbarian just laughed as he continued to point at Gilgamesh. His finger drawing in closer to Gilgamesh’s cheek as he glared at the large man.

“If you value your life, you shall free me now and take me to your barbituistic leader.” The savage responded in laughter before talking in his heavy, booming voice. “You have have no power over me weakling!” He poked the King’s cheek and a flash of yellow light appeared and was followed by blood that streaked on Gilgamesh’s face. He watched the lifeless body slump to the ground as the sword stuck out of his chest and his face showing signs of agony and surprise. The torch fell to the ground and the flames died down to embers as the ground snuffed out the warmth and light. Gilgamesh just glared at the dead man and held out his hand before him and the warm rainbow orb came through his hand and after a few minutes of concentration a white handkerchief was in his palm. He casually wiped his face and reached out towards the dead guard. The keys were sprawled out next to the barbarians dead body and he reached out of the cage to get the keys. His arm extended and the keys were just barely in his reach before he snatched it and started sifting through the keys. He fumbled through the keys in the darkness and it took him several minutes before finding the right key and the iron gate screeched open and he stepped out into his world.

He glanced at the corpse in front of him and pushed it to the side with his leg. The gravel shifting as the body moved. He looked away from the grotesque body and looked towards the straightforward path before him and the torches lighting the way. This must be the path to the heathens and mongrels. They shall suffer for this. The King walked down the road looking for the mongrels.

Drums echoed in the distance and a giant wave of mist was started to swallow Gilgamesh.. The steady beat pounded in his heart and helped instil a sense of looming fear over him. How could this beat make a King be anxious? Maybe it was the help of the mist or possibly the faint chanting in the distance but it was certainly unnerving. Gilgamesh turning in closer to the noise and found himself at the base of the village with not much in sight. The white fog preventing any actual depth in his sight and was limited to the gravel on the floor and the wooden huts that lay on the base. He continued to follow the sound until he heard them around the corner. He walked out and started his path towards the cannibals before he saw a group of them playing drums and dancing around a fire with his citizens tied to sticks waiting to be cooked. The apparent King of Barbarians sat on a throne of skulls and the stench was unbearable. The Chief has black feathers in his headdress and he had a obsidian spear that had a twinge of red. How dare these barbarians force him to come to his citizens need! The gall of these savages!

“Hello you pathetic fools! Cower before me and kneel if you wish to keep your lives. My citizens shall be released this very moment!” The drummers and dancers stopped immediately as the Chieftain of the barbaric group stood up and brushed past the savage dancers. As it came closer he saw the the black war paint on his face and as the creature grinned it showed his sharpened, gleaming teeth. Its face came close to Gilgamesh’s as it peered into his eyes and licked his lips.

“You do not fear me, fake Chief King? I am Durango! Stand before me and fear my tribe or else you shall be eaten!” The Chief laughed and brought up his spear before Gilgamesh and he thrusted it at the King. Gilgamesh jumped back at the thread and glared down the Chief and pulled out a sword from the golden portal. Gilgamesh smiled and his eyes widened a bit with insanity.

“Maybe toying with you shall relieve me of my boredom.” The King dashed forward and slashed downwards and the chief barely blocked in time and let out a grunt as the pressure of the sword began to make his arms tremble. The dancers in the back gasped and began to rush forward to help the chieftain.

“No! Stay back! I’ll take care of this meal MYSELF!” He growled as he shoved the King off and he began to chant in a foreign language. His eyes began to glow purple and the King laughed him off as he thrusted his sword forward. The creatures hand bolted down to the sword and grabbed it, blood trailing down from the blade and onto the floor.

*SNAP*

The sword broke into two and dissipated into the air and a vein bulged on Gilgamesh’s forehead. His eyes narrowed down and he backed up before the portal opened and the golden hilt came out and Gilgamesh took it out. The man was already upon him. His fist forced out and Gilgamesh flew back into a rock. The man teleported in front of him and thrust his spear before a purple barrier stopped his blow. A Golden Portal Opened up behind Gilgamesh and threw a couple of spears at the native. He managed to block all the shots but Gilgamesh had closed in and managed to stab underneath the man’s weapon in his gut.

Gilgamesh eyes widened with pleasure as he felt the blade sink into the man’s skin and he heard the blood spill from his body. The satisfaction he received as he withdrew the blade and the man began to spurt out blood of his mouth as his purple eyes blinked in and out of their colorful state. The man stumbled back, eyes returning to that purple color as he readied his spear again with a sour scowl on his face. He paused for a moment and closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. The spear resonated with his eyes and matched the purple hew before the chief grabbed with both hands. The spear began to bubble and ripped into two new spears as the Chief pulled apart his arms.

The monster went on an offensive, constantly stabbing and jabbing at the King, forcing Gilgamesh to go on the defensive. He could hardly keep up with the amount of blows. The Chief gave him back his blood laced grin as Gilgamesh struggled to evade and parry every blow. The barbarian went in to thrust with both weapons as Gilgamesh shouldered it as it grunted in pain and fell on it’s ass on the floor. The King smiled cruelly as he saw the spear’s clatter on the ground next to him and roll over to one another before it rejoined. The False King raised up his hands begging for mercy but the King did not hesitate. His blade found a place in its chest sinking in and soaking in all of the heretic blood that dared to defy him. The Beast went limp and Gilgamesh put his foot in the creature's chest and pushed it off his weapon. He wiped the blood on the beast’s face and let his treasure go back into his vault.

The rest of the pack stared at Gilgamesh wild eyed before they whispered murmurs. Gilgamesh gave them a glare before standing lazily and commanding them. “Now that I have established myself, you shall run off and tell the rest of you savage tribes to leave my Kingdom alone. If anyone dares to attack my citizens again, it is you who shall be left for dead. Now run along before I change my mind.” The rest of the barbarians scrambled into the forest...hopefully to never be seen again. Gilgamesh walked over to the spear, bathing in the pool of blood and he picked it up and inspected it.

“I do not believe that this treasure is in my vault. The damn thief. I am glad to reclaim another one of my possessions. He glanced over to his gagged, blindfolded, and tied up citizens. He could leave them there...would be quite convenient for his trip back. I mean the purpose was to teach the savage leader a lesson...but his people would be more loyal if he brought back his citizens. The King sat down again casually and forced the Omnilium to resummon his bike. After a few minutes the bike came back to life and Gilgamesh walked over to the held captives and took out a sword to cut them free.

“My KING! You came to save us! You really are the best!”

“Yes, thank you my subject. I will never abandon you.