The sun slowly began to dip down and the sky turned a reddish orange. Ibaeran looked out to the horizon and saw the sun setting from afar signaling that evening was upon her and the shadow of the night was fast approaching.
She didn’t have much time left, shifting her gaze to the towering palace that stood not to far away from the grassy floor she sat on, Ibaeran pondered to herself, what was she going to do, fight or do what came naturally to her, cower and submit. As fear and submission was all she knew to do when faced with powers greater than herself, her Uha Tamunaran masters made sure to beat it in to her along with every single slave that dared to defy them in anyway. Fearing them was all she knew and even with the power of the Su Baera, she just couldn’t make that fear go away. She felt as though that fear was imbedded in to her and she just couldn’t bring herself to stop being afraid of them especially the king, the greatest monster of them all whose power was only rivaled by his level of cruelty. As a slave she was taught to fear the Uha Tamunarans but as for the king, the mere mention of his name alone was enough to make her cower and tremble in fear. And even though she knew all the horrible and inhumane, and despicable acts he was responsible for, she couldn’t bring herself to let go of her fears and face him as the Su Baera.
She knew what had to do, such a monster as cruel and twisted as the king had to be put down for the sake of not just her people but everyone including the Uha Tamunarans. She couldn’t bring herself to ignore the evil he was responsible for and knew that for the sake of the world, something had to be done. She then brought out Menjikiri’s journal and simply stared at it for a few brief moments while reminiscing on the tale told within its page, tale of a warrior of immense power and strength who despite standing tall with a power that far exceed everyone and everything around, chose to live a life in servitude to the world, being it’s protector and wanting not more than that to save it, even if it was from itself. It was truly a remarkable tale, *sigh* it’s a shame it ended in a tragedy.
Ibaeran then took a deep breath while looking at the two items in her possession, one source of all of life and key to the power that tyrannically king Datubo hunger for and the other tale of the champion the world needed to be. Then after then, after a few moments of contemplation as the sun went completely down and shadow of the night took over, Ibaeran let out a final sigh before extending out the steel from her back and taking off, flying towards the palace to fulfill her duty ether as a slave or the Su Baera.
The king seated on his branding throne that was a massive as a house, the towering regal giant wore an impatient look on his face with a finger violently tapping the handle of his massive throne. The look of impatient, as the sky slowly grew darker and darker, slowly began to morph in to look of rage and fury, as he began to internally contemplate of setting the entire ablaze if that blasted slave girl didn’t come bursting through the doors his eyes were fixed on with his Dumo Stone. Those dark thoughts seemed as though they were moments away from becoming reality at moment as his power slowly began to leak out of his due to the intense rage and fury he was feeling at that moment, making the air around feel heavy and grow still.
The king then sensed a familiar present enter the palace and was making her to him. He then smile in joy and anticipation as he continued to tolerate being patient knowing his prize was coming.
Ibaeran then burst through the doors to the throne, flying in with steel wings of the Su Baera attached to her back and there she found none other the king who stood as tall as mountain and on a throne that suited his massive stature.
“You have finally arrived Su Baera and here I was thinking that you might have fled out of fear”, the king spoke while chuckling.
Ibaeran land on to floor not too far away the king, looking up at him and seeing massive beast before, a beast who she detested above all else and at the very same time feared like no one. She felt her body began to tremble and shake along with her that pounded from within her chest as she stood within the massive shadow of the king.
The king after taking a moment to laugh turned to Ibaeran, with his gaze turning cold and serious, resembled the gaze of a beast ready to lash out and devour anything within a moment’s notice, before saying, “The Dumo Stone”.
The king then extended out his massive hand with an open palm to receive the Dumo Stone, the source of the ultimate power.
Ibaeran upon seeing the massive open palm extended out to her paused for a moment as she began to contemplate what she was going to do. Looking at the arm stretched out to her and seeing glimpses of two horrible possibilities, one filled with torment and the bloodshed of her very own people, and the other was one where the world was plunged in to a greater evil by a Datubo madden and consumed by the power of life itself. Both paths laid before seemed to all lead down to dark and grim fate for her people and the world and wasn’t sure which to take so she just stood there motionless while staring at the opened palm presented to her.
She then heard Ton’Onama words echoing in her head:
“… whatever path you choose to walk on, whatever choice you make, walk it and make it because you believe it’s right. Don’t be a slave to anyone, not the Uha Tamunarans, the king, or your fears. Be who you are meant to be, a warrior of peace and order, a protector, be the Su Baera”
Be the Su Baera were the final and last words of wisdom Ton’Onama gave to her, and at that very moment those words were the only she had to guide and help make a decision between the two paths before her. The Su Baera was meant a guardian and protector, a warrior that stood firm and strong against the evils of the world and that was what Ibaeran had to be for the world’s sake. So, she took in a deep breath and steeled her resolve before daring to look the king in the eye and say, “No”.
There was a moment of silence in the air the moment that word left her lips as both Ibaeran and the king were taken aback by the word Ibaeran dared to utter in defiance against the king. Ibaeran upon hearing the word as she uttered it, felt her skip a bit and for a moment she was certain her soul had departed from her body, *sigh* but still she choose to stand by those and ignore the overwhelming fear and dread she felt during that moment that far exceeded anything she had ever felt before, she was the Su Baera after all.
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The king looked at her with a look of shock and disbelieve, find it hard to hard to believe that Ibaeran had dared to utter a word in defiance against him and for a very brief moment a part of him began to worry as he recalled of Niyanlafu’s warning about Ibaeran but then he casted his gaze upon hear and listened to the way her heart pounded underneath her chest before chuckling lightly and slamming his down had to handle of his throne.
Ibaeran then felt the air around grew thick and heavy before she began to struggle to take a breath. She then felt an overwhelming pressure pull her down to the ground.
“Su Baera”, his voice boomed like thunder.
“When I asked for the Dumo Stone I was simply being casual but I am still king”, the spoke with his elbow rested at the handle of his and his face on his arm while looking down at her as though he was watching a worm struggling to crawl.
Ibaeran then tried summoning the strength to get up only to manage to raise her head and spot the king with a devilish grin on her face and as she did so she felt a wave of fear and horror wash over her. She then, at the instance her gaze met the king’s, felt all her strength vanish and her head went back down to the ground.
The king just smiled as watched Ibaeran struggling to get up only to fall underneath the pressure of his overwhelming power.
“Did you honestly believe you stood a chance against me”, said the king before lifting up a single one of his fingers and causing Ibaeran rise off from the ground and reach his face.
He then stared at her with his one good eye before chuckling a little.
“I don’t know whether to feel insulted or amused at you”, the king said while chuckling lightly.
“You know, there was a time along, long, long time ago where the mere mention of the Su Baera would could my heart to tremble with fear. Defeating the Su Baera back then was an impossible; many ambitious kings had tried before me. The E’Uhas and E’Tamunarans before they were unified both tried invading the nations of man but they never succeeded because of the Su Baera”, said the king with a smile on his face.
“Oh how they feared the great Su Baera even to the point that they were willing to swallow their prides and end their petty squabbles and a rivalry that had lasted for as long as the two races had existed and make peace with each other all because a Su Baera threatened to wipe them all out if they didn’t” said the king with chuckle.
The king then brought Ibaeran closer to him.
“I’ve seen the Su Baera face to face”, the king said as crushed his hand to a tight fist, crashing her with his power.
“I’ve watched tear through legions upon legions of the finest Uha Tamunaran soldiers as though they were nothing”, said the king as fist already clenched fist tighten causing his grip over her tightened as well, crashing and squeezing the life out of her.
Ibaeran tried her very best to summon the power, strength she needed to break free from the king’s hold on her but try as she may, every time she looked in to his eyes and saw that twisted grin on his face that seem to lit up as he watched her struggle, whatever strength she managed to muster vanished in an instant.
The king then placed an arm on his eye patch, before saying, “I fought the Su Baera in the greatest battle fought on the on earth and this is the mark he left behind. The Su Baera was warrior who understood what he had to do and did it, not a coward and spineless little slave girl who can do nothing but cower and tremble with fear”, the king’s last words were laced with bitterness and disgust.
He then used his power to fling out of his sight and send flying before crashing straight in to a wall. Ibaeran then fell to the ground in immense and excruciating pain.
“I thought it was crystal clear from the very begin”, Ibaeran heard the king’s voice from the floor, her vision slowly blurring up as struggled not to lose consciousness due to the overwhelm pain her body was in.
“You were never meant to be the Su Baera and from the very beginning you were nothing more than a tool to be used to achieve my goals” the king the extended his hand and used his power to reach out and grab hold of something.
Ibaeran eyes widened with fear and shock upon spotting a familiar box flying away from her grasp and towards the king.
“Those wings never made you the Su Baera Ibaeran, you still are and always a slave. That’s reason why you’re down there gravelling underneath my feet and have this”, said the king as the box landed on his open palm.
The words hurt Ibaeran form more than the pain in tremendous pain she felt flowing through her body. To hear that, after everything she had been through up until that point and despite the power of the Su Baera flowing through her, she was still a slave inflicted pain far greater than any physical wound could.
He then crashed it within his palm and then smiled upon seeing the brilliant glow of emerald light escaping from his clenched hand.
“N-no”, Ibaeran spoke softly as she mustered whatever she could to try and get back up on her two feet.
“Your majesty please, you don’t understand. That power is nothing something that should be trifled with”, Ibaeran begged the king, knowing that power would consume he wasn’t able to control.
The king just smiled wickedly before turning to look with green glowing veins beginning to form on the very arm he held the stone with.
“Oh, I’m well aware how great the power of life is. Such raw, savage, and untamable power, it’s very reason I sought for it. And now it’s all mine”, The king’s voice morphed in to a distort almost beastly one before he began laughing like a mad man with his laugh slowly transforming in to the yells, howl, and roar of beast.
Ibaeran then looked upon him with an even great level of horror and dread on her as she was currently witness one of her worst fear, the king of Uha Tamunaran completely and utter consumed with the savage power life itself.
The ground then began to tremble and shake, then massive roots and vines began sprouting out from the ground and spreading everywhere. Ibaeran, sensing a massive vine was about to sprout out from underneath her feet, leap of the ground and flew away, dodging the massive vine by a hair.
Ibaeran let out a deep sigh before shifting her gaze to the king whose beastly roar like yell continued to echo all throughout the palace with the vines growing and surrounding themselves around him before wrapping and sealing him within them.
Ibaeran was taken aback upon the king be completely wrapped and sealed within the vines but was brought back in to reality upon seeing another vine sprout of the ground with it splitting and forming massive mouth filled with razor sharp and wide open to consume Ibaeran. Ibaeran then quickly, flew high up, bursting through the palace’s roof, narrowing the massive green jaws chasing after her.
Ibaeran then let out a sigh of relief, thankful that managed to escape, albeit narrowly, the green jaws of death that was after her. She then looked the palace below her, seeing the way the vines and roots continued to spread throughout the palace, with a single thought crossing he mind, “What have I done?”
