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[darkbeatzaroff]

"...And 'lo, behold the sky above him was dark that day. Dirk stood poised in the beating rain staring into the eyes of the beast his strongest friends and bonds could not defeat. His hair hung in his eyes, but the rage in the air lead his vision into clarity. For eyes were not nessesary in a battle of the soul. Had I arrived on the field just a few minutes earlier I may have been able to save myself from the greatest mistake ever. However, on the flip side I suppose I would have robbed Dirk of his greatest. I digress. I ran though groups of soldier detatchments and many thought me a ghost. Maybe the bowels of the Krypt had left me in a pale state, I do not know. It was then I heard it. I heard the thundering boom of Dirk... I was a power long since hidden by childhood of pain, and a life underestimated. Such a scream would send the devil back to his dark retreat. In visible range now, I saw him... Saw Dirk. He dashed out of place and ran into the Last of the Mystic Lords. Had I not counted the seconds it took I would swear the battle raged a century, and no matter how I called I could not gain the attention to make them recognize my return. A blade of steel and one of fire dance with an elegance I had never thought to see from my third wheel general. The fire in his eyes was almost demonic yet he fought for the just cause, and as he reached the speed of the light itself he readied for an attack I thought he had long forgotten. This day would prove one of many suprises. The sword pulled back and spun in a dizzing array with amazing grace, and he threw it up while holding on. He brought it down, finally with the force of his foot on the front. Had I not seen the Sword of Fire return to its Steel form and dash for his face, I would have counted Dirk unstoppable. Unfortunatly good does not always win... Hmm... The sword impaled his face, and lanced even his brain... But as he died, I would swear he turned to me and smiled. I felt a feeling of joy compiled within the guilt for my abdication... But now I knew he had meant to die there. He knew I would return. He was just buying me the time I needed. The fight did not last much longer. The fighting 121st the general commanded had killed enough to force a retreat. And when the field finally cleared I stood above his body... And for only the third time in my life... I weeped. I vowed then... His sword would be my strength. The Hornet and Red Moon together would win this war... I had not the time to ponder my future, however, as something amazing was to happen next. The field, once a lush green, was slowy slipping into a deep red... "It would be his legacy," I thought. So it was. The Dell Farthing was from then on known as Darlem's Field, and the battle, Darlem's Last Stand..." Leading the march with legions of men and women more than ready to return, celebrate, and morne, I left to return to friends, my children, and my wife,".

-"The Story of a Lifetime", Darkbeat Zaroff