Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

“You said we were taking the Hell Dragon’s soul shards back to Hell so Lord Spiphy can be released,” said Hanz Cratel as he looked around at the odd cavern they had ended up in.
“Lord Spiphy?” William, the Wyyvern of Intellect sighed rhetorically. “Give them to me.”
Hanz did as William asked and gave to the Wyyvern the three pieces of the Hell Dragon’s soul. “Now what?”
“Turnaround,” William replied.
Hanz turned around and, instantly, his eyes widened. He froze in place, petrified by the one who stood before him. “William?” the realm grew cold and absolute. Hanz took a step back, “William?” The very concept of hope disappeared from the realm’s reality. He turned back to his friend who was leaving the Realm without him. “William!”
“Trusting me was your own mistake,” William shouted back as the portal he left through closed behind him.
Hanz turned around, “Not you.” He had realized he was alone with the Mad Wyyvern. The Wyyvern Knight’s Gender, Wyyvern Weapon, and element were unknown. No one who has crossed the Mad Wyyvern’s path remembers the event or their own name. Hanz took a step back, “Not you, anyone but you.”
* *
Utilizing the six-inch retractable claws on his feet, Aleister ran along the side of a cliff face avoiding the fogged smite of the Wyyvern of Famine. Enormous clouds of the raw element Famine crashed through the cliff face wall just behind Aleister’s heel. “I think it is on to us,” he commented.
“Wyyverns do not like it when their trials are ignored,” replied Hubris.
Famine struck before Aleister and he was thrown through the cliff face wall and launched into a city. On the asphalt of a street intersection he rolled upon landing, but still came down too hard. As he slowly got to his feet he was greeted by the local law enforcement and their guns.
“Everybody get indoors, now!” The city turned to a panic as the law enforcement urged everyone to run.
Aleister turned around slowly and his eyes widened, “What is that?” he asked.
“Locusts,” Hubris replied.
Before Aleister was a thick cloud of smog made of locusts, a wall that reached the tallest skyscraper, “cover.” Quickly Magnus drew, mounted on Aleister’s shoulders, and fired off two shots. Aleister immediately turned and ran for the tallest building in the opposite direction of the plague barreling towards him. The shots fired from Magnus exploded, enveloping the locusts in flames. The Wyyvern of Famine burst through the fire with a dry angry bellow. Aleister was already running up a skyscraper and nearing the top. “It is times like this when I wish I had retractable claws on my hands too.” He unsheathed Sun and Tzu, who then shrunk down to the size of a pair of daggers, and leaped from the skyscraper just as he reached its top. “You’ll do nicely though,” he said as he drove the twin swords of War into the Famine Wyyvern’s spine. Sun and Tzu then changed back to their normal size and the Wyyvern of Famine fell to the city streets below.
“Foolish fox,” said the Wyyvern of Famine, “ignoring your trials will have far reaching consequences.”
With the Incense Burners of Famine wrapped around the Wyyvern of Famine’s neck, Aleister pulled. He pulled the chains that bound the burners that bound the wyyvern until the Wyyvern of Famine choked to death, “I can live with that.”
At that moment the raw element Famine was absorbed into Hubris and he was the Wyyvern Incense Burners of Famine again. “I am complete,” Hubris exclaimed as he wrapped himself around Aleister’s waist. The raw Wyyvern element Famine cloaked Aleister like robes and lifted him into the air.
“War,” Aleister unsheathed Sun and Tzu. “You’re next,” he said as he left the realm.
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The Mad Wyyvern left Hanz Cratel with nothing but the knowledge of who did this to him. He was little more than a husk when the Wyyvern of Intellect returned. “I would say I am sorry, but I am not,” said William. “You were so strong willed it was just easier to format you.”
Hanz looked up at the Wyyvern who did this to him and asked, “Why?”
“I did not leave behind a lich lord trying to atone for an unredeemable past so that I could join up with a mad warrior chasing after a beautiful death,” with that the Wyyvern of Intellect flew into the hollow man and took sanctuary in the empty space that was once Hanz Cratel’s conscious mind. “Lots of room here,” he said as he stretched and cracked his neck, back, and shoulders, “and such agreeable clothing too. Intellect wears a long coat,” he said as he left the realm.