“No seriously, watch…aaaaand he goes limp.” Both Sylo and Jimmy sat on a couch watching a huge LED TV which, currently, played reruns of Grendel going limp as Sylo choked him out. Both had laughed over and over at the fact until Sylo’s phone began to ring. He looked over at Jimmy and held the phone up, his pupil just shrugged, and Sylo answered anyway.
“Hello?”
Sylo sighed heavily and mouthed “I’m putting this on speaker.”
With a push of a button the conversation could be heard on both sides.
“You still there? It’s Max. Max Hopper?” It was everyone’s favorite paranormal investigator or residential pain in the ass however you wanted to view it.
“Yeah Max, I’m here. How’d you get my number this time?” Sylo sighed again. By this point Aria had walked in and was leaning over Sylo shoulder. She nudged him and winked playfully as Sylo just scowled.
“I’m the world’s leading expert on all things paranormal plus an investigator so you should know—“ Sylo cut him off.
“Know that you called jOlt headquarters and since you were a former wrestler there you were able to get my number…yet again.” Jimmy and Aria both put their hand over their mouths chuckling.
“So what do you want, Max?”
“Okay well I think I’m on to something huge. I’m talking the Titanic hitting an iceberg huge, I’m talking Pluto becoming a pissed off comet because they said it wasn’t a planet huge, I’m talking Justin Bieber as President—“ Sylo cut him off again.
“Just get to the point.” Sylo snarled a little, annoyed by the fact he was even letting Hopper waste his time.
“Okay well your first interview for the IGC. The Protein shake that was in it sat there untouched and I’m glad it was. I believe inside that shake contained the ghost of none other than Adolph Hitler’s ghost who is working with extraterrestrials to start an intergalactic war with earth being the first of many planets hit!” By this point Aria and Jimmy were burying their faces in the couch.
“Uh huh. So the Ghost of Adolph Hitler just happened to be in my protein shake. I’ll bite, why?” Sylo leaned back and scowled and both Jimmy and Aria.
“No NO! It’s the GHOST of the ghost of Adolph Hitler! Isn’t it obvious? You were built in a lab, as I’ve said for years, so your advanced body could contain his ghost and you’d be a suitable host.” Max spoke excitedly.
“So you’re saying I’d be some sort of super Hitler?” Sylo spoke apathetically.
“I’m not positive but I’ll update you with any results I find.”
“Yeah, don’t do that, bye Max,” Sylo went to hang up.
“Wait!”
It was too late. Sylo had already hit end as he turned on Aria and Jimmy.
“I’m glad you two find that shit funny. I swear the guy is straight loony toons. Aria, you ended up drinking the thing, maybe you have the ghost of Hitler inside you,” Sylo wiggled his fingers at Aria who popped him on the arm.
“Alright hot shot, when are you coming to bed?” Aria stared down the mammoth of a man.
“In a few, Jimmy and I were just about to go over Ocho’s promo.” Sylo replied as he switched DVD’s to Ocho’s promos.
“You have five minutes.” Aria smiled and walked off. Jimmy looked at Sylo a bit confused.
“I’ll explain the birds and the bees when you’re older, kiddo,” He smirked at Jimmy. Jimmy just shot him a bird in response.
“So this Ocho guy, he’s pretty serious about this, eh?” Jimmy looked over to Sylo.
“As serious as a heart attack. He seems to be the only guy coming out with both guns blazing besides myself. I got to give it to him, I’ve done some research, he’s a hell of a competitor but people expect me to be the big dumb brute that attacks everyone and goes all rawr smash. Their downfall is the fact that I can change strategies mid match. I proved that with Grendel.” Sylo fast forwarded the video a bit.
“He’s the type of guy I could sit down and play video games with. Too bad he’s on the opposite side of the ring from me. That’s not some where you want to be. Anyway, we’ll watch more tomorrow, plus I’m upping your training so get some sleep, man.” Sylo stood and stretched. Jimmy did the same. The two slapped hands and went their separate ways.
After some pillow talk with Aria the two finally drifted off to sleep.
And for Sylo he would enter that dream world again:
What Dreams May Come pt. 2
The battle for control.
A messenger in tattered clothing ran into the royal tent, kneeling as he did so. The guards unsheathed their blades but their king, Sylo, held up a hand. He looked intently at the messenger before allowing him to rise and bring whatever news he had found.
“My liege, it seems King Atken would like to see a resolve to this war because it’s spilling over into other kingdoms. He proposes a duel between you, House Ocho, House Eagles, as well as the Necromancer Xoesh the Zith.” The messenger only looked up for a brief moment before shifting his gaze.
“Just like Atken. He feels he controls us all. I swore no fealty to the so called “king” yet he thinks he can call the shots in this battle? We’re already winning. We’ve sank most of House Ocho’s ships, House Eagles are running around blind because we’ve taken most of their strong holds, and the Necromancers are becoming corpses themselves. The North is winning this war and he wants this?! What are his terms?” Sylo sat on a throne next to Queen Aria.
“He has said that anyone that wins this battle shall have the right to challenge for the true throne.”
Sylo spat to the side out of disgust.
“The true throne? What would he know of a true throne? Tell Atken I plan to march on and my march will end when I arrive at his door step and remove his head placing it on a pike for the world to see. Everyone mount up but remember if we see any colors but our own we take their heads,” Sylo ordered as a roar from his troops went out.
The battle raged on. Many good, solid, strong men lost their lives in the name of their country but in the end the sea ran red with the blood as the roar of King Sylo and his men could be heard from every corner. It was always the same, every battle, Sylo was at the front lines fighting shoulder to shoulder with men that would die to protect him and he would do the same. Their battle cry would inflict nightmares on the impending doom that was about to come crashing down like a raging tidal wave upon their weak armies.
The house of Eagles were the first to fall. Their strategy had been weak and they thought that stone walls crafted by men could keep them safe but that wasn’t so. As House Eagles fell their “king” was taken as a captive as well as a trophy, yet King Atken had not intervened. The next to fall was the necromancers and their leader Xoesh was bonded in chain and his mouth was gagged so that none of his dark sorcery could infect the mighty army of the North. By the time the battle was over there were burning piles of corpses everywhere that lit up the night sky like an artificial sun. As the last of the necromancers fell there were more corpses than those that could control them. It was easy because the North didn’t fear their darkness, they had seen death, and had embraced him as a brother.
The last to fall was House Ocho which had proven to be more of a fight. Even without most of their fleet they still had enough land troops to bring quite the battle but the army of Sylo and the legendary blade Legacy drank it’s fill in blood. Ultimately, Ocho delivered himself as a prisoner so no more of his people would fall. King Sylo had done it, he had conquered all his rival kingdoms but kept his head on straight and his ears open for other houses looking to rebel. He wasn’t even sure of his alliance with King Aran and his house though they had worked together for generations.
Two months later the armies of Sylo and those that joined the ranks found themselves outside the gates of none other than King Atken. If he would ignore Sylo’s claim then Sylo would bring it to his front door. All three of his prisoners were on their knees in the mud as Sylo paced back and forth with Legacy drawn and in hand.
“King Atken! Coward! You hide behind your walls even as I bring oblivion to your door! I bring you but a taste of the hell I’ve spread just to prove a point and now, on your ground, on your hands, I will spill the blood of these would be kings.
One precise slice and off went the Necromancer, Xoesh, rolling in the mud and muck.
“I bring you death while you hide on a throne!”
Slice and off went Eagles head.
“And if anyone dare stand in the way of me taking the throne let this be a lesson to them. Let this be a warning to all houses and a call to you, Atken, for the throne you claim is false! I claim these kingdoms and yours in the name of King Sylo and THE NORTH!”
Slice.
Ocho’s head fell to the ground as the skies became gray and rain began to trickle from the sky. It seemed as if the sky had begun to weep for all those that would be lost under its sight as Sylo continued his warpath.
To be continued…
