Something Beautiful

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“I’m gonna tell you something beautiful…”
Water poured over the man’s head in thin streams, two field assistants standing on either side of him. One of them set down the jar from where the warm water had been poured and then they both stepped over, scrubbing the man’s hair with their fingers, and then rinsing it, the foamy water pooling on the stone floor of the castle room.
“So just imagine it…for a moment…”
The figure’s back straightened at the two servants toweled his head dry. He spread his arms and the two men on either side of him began fitting a set of bronze armor around his simple, firm fitting black under cloths. His fingers curled, the rich colored armor creaking slightly. The gloves were flexible, but every joint was serrated, making it a sharp and rigid looking weapon in itself.
“The world…empty…Except for a special, chosen, two.”
The rest of the man’s armor was fastened around him, the torso and leggings looking like thin, angled triangles all fitted firmly together. Walking forward solemnly with their head ducked, the one servant approached the man with a black colored helmet. It was tri horned, and it depicted a grotesque, lined face that appeared to be screaming in enraged agony, a thin spike protruding from the back of its throat and out from in-between the pointed teeth. The servant reached up, placing it gently over the man’s head.
“No more conflicting opinions, no more bickering, impure races, species, or conflict. And everyone knows there place…”
The two servants bow low as they opened a set of double doors, letting in the bright afternoon sun. The armored figure walked confidently forward. His armor edged, well fitted, and expertly made. It gleamed in the light shining from the sky. Two columns of similarly armored men and half breeds stood on either side of him. They wore simpler armor, and did not possess the decorative helmets. They stood rigid, bowing their heads as he past them.
“But your place is different than mine…because when the end of the world is over…”
He stopped in front of another few men who also possessed higher rank, and they all nodded to each other once in a show of mutual respect. But as the man walked past the others, his lip curled under his helmet. He came to the end of the ceremonial courtyard, starring at a monarch. He reached over, plucking the ink quill from the king’s hand and bending over, scribbling down an illegible name on a long contract before setting the pen down flatly, his hidden eyes coming up to bore into the monarch’s. Then his head slowly turned, meeting the faces of the all citizens, soldiers, and the royal family members of that kingdom, who had just been drafted over to him.  
“I will be here…”  
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Category:Season 3
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