Dear Guildcraftians who do care about this little comic series. I thank you all for reading and for your feedback. Although let's be honest for those of you who do think this is a waste of time, let me explain why I'm still doing them. A wise man once told me 'Finish what you started', so that's what I'm doing. Some of you who don't want to be in this comic may be accidently added, so if you don't want me to add you, just type in who else can be added other than yourself, if you do want to be added. I'll give you the best role that suits you... anyhow on with story. High above into the heavens, where the sun is golden and the floor is a shiny white. The guardian of the heavens Shazil watch above the mortals and behind her was a slumbering Vurow. Relieved of his duties, Vurow finds nothing more to do than, slumber as centuries go by. Troubled by a frightening vision, Shazil wakes Vurow up with haste. Vurow shoos her off, Shazil ignores the warning and pulls him off his comfortable bed. Vurow: Bloody hell! Shazil: Deep apologize, Vurow. But Kocoski is in danger. Vurow: The child? What about him? Shazil: Every second Kocoski is with that lunatic, the more Kocoski becomes a target. Vurow: I'm pretty sure the boy can handle himself. Shazil: I just don't want Kocoski to die. He's only a child. Vurow: Don't interfere Shazil. Remember the last time you flew down to the mortal world. The Corrupted one put scorpions on your mouth, every time you spoke, the scorpions would sting you. Shazil: I remember... but still. That child has so much to live for. Vurow: Shazil… he will die an honest warrior. That's all that matters. Besides... what could go wrong? Shazil: I hope you're right Vurow. I just hope... Back onto the land of guildcraft we see PyroKnight walking along with Kocoski and Luisa through a lush green forest. After a while they came across a dock and a river, on the dock was a big hollow boat. Kocoski: Hey look! A boat! PyroKnight: Your point being? Kocoski: We could use this to go to places faster. Luisa: Kocoski, that boat doesn't look big enough to carry all of us, or PyroKnight alone. PyroKnight: Boy, my armour would be too heavy to get us across on this useless log. Kocoski: What's the matter? You scared? Kocoski starts teasing Luisa and I. Luisa shouts 'Shut up' to him. But it's no use, he goes on and on. Until finally, I walked up to him... I gave him a look in the eye. Confused of what I was going to do, Kocoski takes a step back. I put my hand on his forehead, and gave him and his big ego a push in the river. Luisa: What the hell? He could drown! PyroKnight: Give him a moment. When all seemed silent, Kocoski popped his head up and climbed his way back onto the docks. Exhausted and wet, Kocoski stares at Luisa, then me. Luisa smirked a bit finding it humorous. PyroKnight: Get in the boat. Kocoski: Ugh... I feel weird, is there anything different about me? Luisa: Yeah, there is. You smell a bit nicer. Offended by Luisa's comment, Kocoski sits in the boat and waits for us. Luisa hops in and I take a step into the brown, hollow boat. Using a paddle that laid on the bottom of the boat, I pushed us into the river and untied the rope that held the boat in one spot. The gentle river pushed us lightly across the land, surely to get us to a safe destination. The journey was silent, not a sound was made. Kocoski: Hey... umm. Any of you... got something to... say? Luisa: No. PyroKnight: No speech from me, boy. Kocoski: Really? What about the two knights? Or Vurow? Or Dark Thought? You seem to have a long history with them. PyroKnight: I do. But it's not a pleasure to speak of. Nor a pleasure to hear. Luisa: You know of Dark Thought? PyroKnight: I know about almost every god, creature and titan to roam these lands. Kocoski: Well can't you tell us one? Or two? I stare at the floor, puzzled, paddling across the river. I look back up to Kocoski staring into his green, hypnotic eyes, then I stare at Luisa who had blue, shiny eyes. Finally I looked back at Kocoski and gave him his answer. PyroKnight: Alright... just one. Kocoski: Yes! Luisa: Tell us about Dark Thought! PyroKnight: No. Not him. Him and I go back before your parents were even born. Kocoski: I don't have parents. I was adopted. Besides you said I was Zeus, right? PyroKnight: Correct. Now I can tell you about Shazil, The Last Angel. Luisa: Shazil was an angel? But why was she so... PyroKnight: Faceless? Scary? Luisa: Yeah, scary. PyroKnight: Long ago, Shazil guarded the heavens to keep away sinnners and other creatures from hell. One day, all the angels except shazil were submitted to war against hell. The angels lost, they were all killed. Their blood was drained into the ground. Luisa: That sounds horrible. PyroKnight: Indeed. Shazil was the only one remaining, she waited at gates to welcome back her surviving comrades. But no one returned. Then the Corrupted One... Kocoski: The Corrupted One? PyroKnight: He knew shazil wouldn't survive since being the last of her kind. So the Corrupted One, granted Shazil a wish she had been dreaming for ages. Visiting the mortal realm with no consequences. The Corrupted One took it the wrong way and made Shazil into... a beast. A demon. Able to absorb the life out of living creatures. Kocoski: Wow. So.. it's not shazil's fault? PyroKnight: No. It was not. Let this be a lesson, do not judge based on physical appearance. Always look at their background, to truly know a person. Luisa: Can you tell us one more? PyroKnight: How about this one. Boy? Do you remember the two sisters? Kocoski: Yeah. Xephanez and Viqious, also their father Diyon. Why do you ask? PyroKnight: My next story is about Diyon. The god of shapeshifting. Luisa: You can be a god of shapeshifting? PyroKnight: Yes. But that's to hide his true nature. Kocoski: Huh? PyroKnight: Sure he is capable of shapeshifting. But he is the god of hell. That's right. He's Satan himself. At least summons the powers of Satan into his sword. Diyon can shapeshift into any animal, yet don't let this skill fool you. He is a powerful swordsman as well. he cut down two-hundred trees with one swing of his sword, turning them to ashes. Kocoski: He's very over-protective of his daughters. PyroKnight: Of course. They're his only reminders of his wife, whom perished in a terrible fire. When his wife left this world, he vowed to unleash hell on this earth, literally. So what do you think the moral of this story is? Kocoski: Never judge people based on their appearance? PyroKnight: No. Lust can make you do things you wouldn't even imagine were possible, Diyon's love for his wife drove him mad and day he lost her... he drove into an uncontrollable rage. Kocoski: I feel kind of bad now. For killing him. PyroKnight: Boy, you did nothing... I was the one who butchered him right in front of his children. Kocoski: What about you? PyroKnight: Hmm? Kocoski: Do you have a family? PyroKnight: My... family? Luisa: Yeah. Do you have a son? A wife? A mother? PyroKnight: Mother? Alright... one last story. The day I was created, I was only but a flame small enough to rest on a candle. My mother and father had different ideas to raise me. My mother wanted me to be free and help other... give hope to all those who lost their faith. My father however... planned to use me as a tool. He forced me to a life of slaying and treachery. They were arguing, but he ignores my mother and... kills her. Luisa: What? Kocoski: Your father killed your mother? PyroKnight: Right in front of me. I couldn't bear to... Interrupted by rustling in the trees, I raised my sword, Kocoski did the same, Luisa raised a paddle. Preparing for what might come next. To be continued...
