After a solemn dinner with the surviving nine heroes, Cecil was the only one who did not go back to his room. Overwhelmed with grief at the death of his beloved, he was unsure what he would do now. Zemus would pay for this... all of it. The deaths of so many innocents... the King of Baron... Tellah the Sage, and his daughter, Anna... all the people killed by the Giant of Babil. And now Rosa. Zemus had turned them all against each other. No one trusted those who had been close friends, and it had gotten to a point where the most innocent of all of them was killed. Cecil was sure Zemus' mindslave would strike now. But at who, he could not say for sure. He picked one of his friends, and decided to guard his door while he slept, in the hopes that the dark one would strike there tonight. He would end this madness, and proceed onwards with the rest of the group to the moon, where they would destroy Zemus completely.
Cecil stood in the darkness outside his charge's door for what seemed like hours, wide awake and ready to take on the servant of Zemus. Finally, out of the darkness, a voice spoke: "Oh, look at you, Cecil. Quite the vigilant one, aren't you?"
"You're finally here. Show yourself! I will not permit you to kill the one inside this room!" was Cecil's reply.
A voice, this time from the other direction, uttered a nasty laugh, and then spoke: "Oh, but you must be mistaken, Cecil. We didn't come here for him. We came here for you!"
Cecil barely had time to react before a huge shard of ice was launched in his direction. he just managed to soften the blow with his shield, then he surged forward with his blade. "Oh, too bad, you missed," sounded the voice from behind him. Cecil felt the sharp shock of pain as he was slashed in the back by an unknown blade.
He spun and slashed, his sword colliding with the assailant's weapon. The two engaged in a duel, neither being able to touch the other, until another attack came from behind. Cecil felt himself burning from the inside out as the magic lightning pierced him from behind.
"Damn it," he gasped, "there's two of them. How can I beat them?"
Unlike the ice and lightning, Cecil could easily see the fireball shooting towards him in the darkness. He dodged, and as the flames passed, they lit up the face of the other assassin. Shock came over Cecil's face.
"No... not you..." he sputtered.
"Yes," the figure replied, impaling Cecil with his weapon. "Me."
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The others woke up to find Cecil dead. Who would lead them now? How would they manage to defeat Zemus without the hero of the prophecies?
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