Gustave's Last Stand

[10.26.00] » by Miles Miller

The great fort that laid just a few days travel south of the great city Hahn Nova was going about its usual bustle of activity. Soldiers, clad in steel armament patrolled the outer walls as the shine from their armor flickered in the last rays of the fading twilight. The hammers of the workers echoed in rhythm as they continued to reinforce their current outpost to help keep out the occasional monster. Both solider and civilian alike performed their duty with great pride, because they were serving under the world's greatest hero and leader. He was born under the name Gustave the XII, prince and heir to the throne, but he had soon earned the more fitting name: Gustave the Steel.

Gustave, as the history books still and always will tell, that at young Gustaves "Firebrand" ceremony he was found to be without anima, thus proving him to be unworthy of the throne to his own kingdom. He was cast out of his own kindom along with his caring mother, by his father. " Trash", "filth", "good for nothing", .Gustave lived with these insults in his ears for most of his life. Upon reaching the age of twenty, Gustave, along with a handful of brave friends began a campaign to seize his birth right. After conquering the anima using armies of his brothers, Gustave underwent a change. With the help of his companions Gustave began mold into the leader that the people could take pride in following. After the construction of his first new city, Gustave began a campaign to expand his empire and to rid the people of the monster threat. He stationed his forces at the very fort where this story takes place.

The gates flung open as Gustave returned from his recent journey, along with his top advisor, carrying a wounded man inside the fort, who was cluching his side. With a stare as sharp as his sword, Gustave commanded the nearby soldiers to take the young man to receive medical attention. As his arms were quickly hosted over the shoulders of Gustaves men, the young man raised his head to speak. "I can already see why they follow you.." said Johan. Gustave offered a the man a nod. " Just rest and heal for now, then I'll have to ask what you where doing to get yourself like this. And I don't take no for a answer either, understand? " Johan noded.

Gustave then left everyone to retreat to the privacy of his own quarters. The firery haired leader then unsheathed his massive steel blade and gazed into the shining steel metal. The sword itself was a legend. Forged by Gustave himself but only known to its creator, it was tempered more with memories then with strikes of a blacksmiths hammer. He then placed the weapon in its sheath, and reached for the chain around his neck. He opened the secret locket he had placed there, revealing a small picture of a lovely woman. "Leslie" he whispered mentally. She was the one of the few who confronted Gustave when he was on his childish rants as a very young man. Maybe it was admiration of her courage against the strongest man in the world or the smallest spark of affection Gustave saw in her whenever she offered that metal melting smile to him. Dismissing such emotions for about the hundredth time, he tucked the locket back inside his shirt below his armor. It was getting late and Dirk had yet to arrive. He strode out of his room in time to catch the last rays of the sun. But the day wasn't the only thing that would end.

"Dirks arrival is late isn't it"? He said to a guard standing at attention. "Yes sir, we haven't heard a word since the message saying that they had run into a pack of monsters. Our scouts are on the move as ordered" the man replied. Gustave thought a moment and spoke. "Its to dangerous to move now, wait until daybreak". He turned to his lifelong friend, Flynn, "Relax, Flynn, Dirk is quite accomplished, unlike his father" with a teasing smirk. Gustave never lost his old habit of poking fun at his timid friend.

However, dawn never comes.

Gustave was awoken by the shouts of battle, and screams of his men. Smoked filed his nostrils as he put on his armor and strapped his sword to his side to investigate. When he open the door the vision was that of hell. Monsters of all types where coming over the walls in swarms and many of his men lay dead or dying inside the raging fire. He ran to the middle of the fort where his advisor, Ventarbre, and Flynn were waiting. He ordered them both to escape and was met with the insistance that they stay beside and fight. He was not about to let their deaths become a insult to Gustaves teacher, Master Cielmer. He ordered them again. Again they protested but the doors nearby swung open and then appeared the wounded young man. "I will look out for Master Gustave". Ventarbre protested Johan! What can you do in your weakened state"? Johan then unsheathed his blast sword and replied "I'm sure I can fight far better then you, even in this state". Gustave then gave the order for the two to flee, and they reluctantly complied. "Are you sure about this Johan?" He was, both battle hardened men knew that he had not long to live with his injuries, and known only to Johan, the poison that was slowly eating away his life force. Gustave gave the order. "We will meet again Johan" and he closed the door behind him, hearing only Johan's brave amd final challange to the swarm that was soon upon the slowly dying assassin.

But Gustave had his pride, and would not be spoken of as a coward. He turned away from the path that would be his escape and charged a nearby patch of monsters attacking his fort. With strikes from his great sword they soon fell, yet more came. Wave after wave, Gustave continued to hack and slice through the wall of monsters yelling battle cries that would make the rest of history's conquers seem meek. He fought his way to the outside, cornering a giant labor ant who made it's biggest mistake by attacking Gustave from behind. "Weaklings, all of you are - you'll all go to hell where you were spawned from" as he leapt into the air to bring the final killing blow upon the enemy. But before the blade connected he was intercepted by a strong blast of anima from behind and fell onto the dirt. As he fell, his pained eyes saw a second blast fire at his sword, knocking it into the sky and landing behind the fort walls. He picked himself up, wiping the crimson from his mouth. "So...Who has the courage to strike me from afar and behind?" he shouted after spiting a goblet of blood to the side.

His answer came as a cackle of an old man, who smelled of dirt and mud which was suddenly in front of Gustave. "That would be me, monsters of this type are simple to control.-.anima manipulation is such a thrilling hobby". Gustave clenched his fist in anger. "Why? Are you one of those anima cult members? I thought I finished you!" The old man smiled then he frowned as if suddenly experiencing disappointment " This will not do because of the rumors of you lacking anima are true, You would never make a sufficient host for me." Gustave stood ready to lunge at the old man but paused. " Host? What are you talking about!!??" The man cackled again, opening his hand to reveal a shiny egg -shaped object. "For me of course..but a good for nothing like you would never do for a host, it’s a pity being in control of you would be perfect. Using your name and reputation, I could go about fulling my desires as I pleased. You are strong - strong enough to almost finish me with your little raid on the anima cult, but luckily this old man digging for quills had found me. He's a tad too old but I'll solve this problem shortly" and the man laughed again. Gustave growled "I don't have any idea what you mean, but you’re going to pay for this" and he lunged at the old man in order to remove a random vital organ with his bare hands. But the old man lifted the egg before Gustave and released a concentrated beam at the warrior. "You’re strong against anima, but not invincible" the old man cackled again as the struggling warrior fought against the attack, walking towards him slowly. His armor shattering and his skin getting hotter and hotter with each passing second. Gustave knew he wasn't going to make it and shouted his final words "One day...in the future someone using my "good for nothing power" is going to send you to HELL!!!!! Gustave gave no scream of pain, nor shout of anguish. He opened his arms to welcome death’s embrace as his mortal body dissolved into ash and was taken to flight by a soft breeze.

The next morning Gustave friends returned to the charred remains of the fort. Shouts for their friend’s and great leader’s name filled the morning sky but to no avail. The great hero had passed on. Ventarbre , Flynn, and Dirk shifted through the ruins to find some sign of life. Heavy hearted, Ventarbre looked to see a shining object imbeded in the ash. He slowly reached over and yanked this object out, and was humbled by its sheer weight. Was it the anormus mass of the sword Ventarbre pulled that made him slightly falter on his feet? Or was it the weight of the influence that the dead leader would hold in the future?

The End