Way Of The Warrior

 Chapter 1- 

'''300 Years Before The Events Of Origins Of The Shadow... '''

   Rhorg was about to die.    A small, insignificant foot soldier in Makuta Teridax's arsenal, he now found himself fighting for his life amid mounds of his dead companions, many of which had been his friends, on the unnamed Northern Continent. His foes: the beastal Savages under Carapar's brutal rule, hungry for blood, and to expand their puny empire.    Rhorg lifted up his short sword in defense to parry an overwgelming blow from a rather large brute. Rhorg himself was only barely bigger than a matoran, with discolored armor that no longer matched, the result of many battles, and had a face only a sickened Muaka could love. Despite this, Rhorg managed to fight with every bit of ferocity his tiny frame would give him, as a brute who now found his gleaming silver sword now lodged in between his eyes.    Like naughty faeries, Rhorg found eight more pursuers popp out <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">from behind the mounds of heavily armored bodies. Renforcements should <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">be here soon, Rhorg thought. Makuta Welvyrn would not let us down. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Makuta Welvryn, dear reader, would be this curious little <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">figure's Commander, whence he was assigned to by Makuta Teridax <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">himself. Welvyrn assigned Rhorg to the front lines here, but something <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">had gone amiss. They did not countnon the bruted draining a nearby <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">river in their crazed madness, effectively cutting off Rhorg's squad <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">from the bulk of the army. Before separation, Welvyrn had swore to <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">rescue his lost comrades, but it's been so long since the river swept <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">them away, and there was little sign of Welvyrn. In their wait, the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">party was ambushed, hence Rhorg is now the lone survivor of the lost <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">unit. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Oh this shall be fun!" Exclaimed a brute. "Why don't we toss him <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">around and play with our food awhile, boys?" <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Nah. I fear we would just break our toy," countered another. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Really," Rhorg said, blade slashing towards the first brute's <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">ankles. "I believe it is I who shall break you!" <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   A large brute rushed up to Rhorg in response, effectively sweeping <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">him to the ground with his rusty longsword. "It's time for you to die <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">now." <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     In respinse, Rhorg slashed at a gap in between his armor and <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">rolled over to avoid the giant brute from crushing him as he lost his <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">balance. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Really, Imbeciles? Can't handle someone half your size?" <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">     Suddenly a filthy brute reached into his pack and pulled out a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">curious object Rhorg had never seen before. It reminded him of a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Kanoka Launcher. Later on, he would recognize this as a Rhotuka <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Launcher. Anyways, like lighting the great emerald spinner flew at <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Rhorg, who ducked, only to hit..... <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    One of Welvyrn's reinforcements. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    Disregarding the passing of a possible friend, the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">reinforcements, lead by Welvyrn himself, a black and reddish hued <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Makuta of minimal height, rushed at the brutes and killed mercilessly. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">The fight was furious but brief. Afterward, they all assembled in a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">clearing (after all the bodies had been burned, of course), where <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Rhorg told his solemn tale. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "That is very unfortunate, soldier. I'd think at least half of <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">your squad would've survived. It seems I have overestimated the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">largest of allies and underestimated the smallest. Unless," Makuta <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Welvyrn said in a rasping voice, "You are a traitor, and this is all a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">set up." <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">  "Commander, I can assure you the only payement I get is the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">treasures you pay me monthly. I have no love for the Six Kingdoms," <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">Rhorg Confessed. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "You say that, but how can I truly be sure? If what I suspect is <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">true, then you wouldn't just admit it, would you?" Welvyrn inquired. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">    "Welvyrn!" A mottly red warrior rushed in, spear in hand, by the <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">name of Raithos. "Pridak and Takadox are launching counterattacks now. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">We need new orders!" <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "So soon? We barely just wrapped up this one!" Welvyrn said. "All <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">right. Same formations as last time. We fight to kill, not capture." <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">  "Yes Commander" With that, Raithos ran out, and Welvyrn's attention <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">returned to Rhorg. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">   "Mmmm. So you single handedly fought off more than your share of <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">brutes supposedly, even after your companions' death. I have an idea," <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">like searing beams, Welvyrn's eyes bore into Rhorg's. "I shall give <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;">you a chance to prove your meddle once again. On the front lines."