Rise of Ravatin

The child of the reventar never spoke. He was never one to entertain the likes of the egyptian gods, yet he never spoke to anyone, for that matter. He was distant from every person to come in contact with him. He would walk the lone desert lands by himself. Until he met martin. Martin was the opposite of ravatin. He was a kind and talkative soul. He never got into many problems with people, and he was a very outspoken kid comparative to ravatin. He was the one who talked in the pair, while ravatin was the leader. The quiet leader. Although Ravatin was never a talkative person, Him and Martin’s communication always bested anyone who challenged them. At least, until they were young adults. 

Once they had turned 18, they had been suddenly challenged by two strange and mysterious figures. It was strange for them because they had never really seen anyone outside of the Desert. Yet, they almost didn’t human.

“Hey who are you guys,” Martin questioned. No answer. “Why are you here?”

“God dammit,”Ravatin whispered to himself.

“Kill,” The second mysterious figure stated, “ We must kill the child of ravatin. He must not live to see the day of tomorrow. He mustn't grow strong enough to take power.” There was a force that was pushing on ravatin and Martin's soul. It was almost like they were suffocating and their lungs were pushing into oblivion. They were getting nervous. They were scared. The first mysterious figure pulled out what looked like a scimitar. The second mysterious figure pulled out a skinny dagger.

“It has poison on it watch out,” ravatin murmured. He quickly stepped behind the second mysterious figure, but he suddenly vanished before his eyes. Martin quickly scanned the area to find where he had gone, but couldn't find the man. Suddenly He stared at Martin as he stared back in horror, without saying a word.

“Tell me something,” Ravatin yelled, before he got struck in the back of the head. Martin couldn’t speak, he was shaking. Ravatin barely gained balance, before getting kicked 20 feet away from the figure. “Why… didn’t you say something… dammit.” Ravatin groggily stood up before kneeling on the floor. He was poisoned, he was losing his consciousness, and he knew that he was going to pass out. Martin tried to summon a ball of electricity, but was cut short by the scimitar hurling his way. He had no time to dodge it, or react to it, impaling the side of his stomach.

“AHHHH” He screamed, falling to the floor in agony, “Why?! Why are you doing this?!”

“Like we said, we must kill the son of reventar, he needs to die. We cannot allow such foolishness to run the land anymore. Ever since the beggining of time, that stupid imbisile of a king was bloodridden and thirsty for power. That's all he ever was. He never cared about the people, only about himself and his family. He is controlling and manipulative and finds ways to kill people for his own pleasure, and we cannot have that.”

“And who's to say that I'll EVER end… up like him…” Ravatin started to cough up blood. “I won’t ever become disappointed like him… I can’t turn into him. I never wanted to be a part of his lifestyle. He was a murderer. A killer, only wanting to gain power for h-himself. I never wanted to be like that.”

“We have to take every precaution necessary for the next king not to be you… We have to kill you.” 

Martin never recalled what had happened next. He had passed out and everything had turned dark. Maybe I died, Martin wondered, Maybe this is the afterlife. Martin could feel himself moving in this darkness, as if he was walking in reality. He could see Ravatin but he could never get close to him. He kept running and running and running, but never truly got close to ravantin. For some reason, the distance had gotten farther and farther, not gaining but losing space between them. Ravatin Im Sorry,  Martin attempted to yell, I didn't know this was going to happen! Please come to me! I'm sorry for getting us killed, I don't know where I'm at… If I had told you he was behind you we would be here. I'm so sorry Ravatin. I knew it was a bad idea to play today…. Suddenly the black had become hazy, and he was back to laying in the darkness. He was in the darkness all alone, having to repeat the same notions, over and over for the rest of eternity. He started crying. Martin didn't want to die this way. Because of his own stupid mistakes, and the stupid things that he had always dont to Ravatin. He never wanted to go out like this. He just wanted to have fun. To grow up without any worries. To become a sorcerer and support his friend. That's all he wanted in life. Without it, he was nothing to nobody. He was all alone, at home and at school, and nobody was there to support him in any sort of way. He kept attempting to get close to Ravatin, and he continued to get restarted on the floor crying and crying. He attempted to kill himself multiple times, choking himself, biting himself, scratching his veins in hope this wasn't the after life. But he kept repeating over and over, never getting out of it. Ravatin was the same. Attempting to kill himself just to be with Martin. He tried stabbing himself in the neck. Tried hanging himself. Tried grabbing a dagger and cutting his wrists so the blood would come out and kill him. But it was no hope. They were stuck in this trance for the rest of forever. They hoped that maybe, someday, they could reunite and find the ones who did. Maybe someday. It was coming soon. Very very soon indeed. The resurrection would happen, that's all they heard in the dark layers of the darkness.