Chapter 6: Viper’s Past
“Do you remember the day you found me Master Ultima?” The man with pitch-dark hair with golden streaks across his head gave him an arrogant snappy look but soon looked somewhat amused. “Why yes I do my assistant! May I ask why thouest apprentice ask thee?” Viper pondered a bit and soon came to a conclusion for his master who was awaiting a response. “Well, mutilating this pathetic excuse for a nation brought me back to the past. When we murdered any servant and soldier of your sister we found!” Viper proclaimed his enthusiasm while he verbalized his statement. This made Ultima chortle a bit. “That was quite the day I shall always remember, the day I met my wonderful friend.” Ultima gave a pleasant sigh of being content. Ultima loved remembering the few enjoyable times in the war, Viper being his most trustworthy assistant and only surviving one had been the main contributor of these memories.
“Do you think when we get the other staff we could possibly resurrect Plagenithe?” Viper was expecting a positive response from his master. Ultima was being reflective on this woman. She was a serpent tamer who could breathe underwater. Viper imagined her grinning having her enjoyment petting her favorite pet, a titanoboa for which she called “Sanguinem”. She loved it more than any treasure in the world.
All of a sudden, Viper pictured his memory of her talking about how much she loved Ultima. She was a fair maiden, she had leafy eyes, with cat-like pupils. She always wore a sapphire veil with an encrusted pair of snake eyes made of rubies along with this, she dawned a beautiful dress made of scales from her other snakes, all shimmering in the sunlight. She always blushed near Ultima, wanting to carry his child but never got the chance and never would.
Viper soon pictured himself as a child, his purple spiky wolf ears very small at this point. He was an orphan because of the war. Laurasia executed his parents for spying on her war plans. He received a scroll from a messenger of Ultima to hear the news; he knew he’d be next. He had to sprint for his life; he couldn’t bare the loss of his parents. What was simply two hours of nothing but running was feeling like an eternity for the twelve year old boy. He was sobbing softly, knowing he was going to die of exhaustion or execution eventually. He kept trying to evade Laurasia’s guards in their attempts to execute him. Such as the way of war, the cruelest of people are the ones who gain victory. After two days of fleeing, Viper collapsed, dehydrated and hungry. Soon he was sure he’d be dead. One of Ultima’s slaves, who had seen him, immediately picked him up and teleported to the Palace of Shadow, Ultima’s home. Ultima saw this boy, and gave him compressions and gave him a chalice of the purest of water once he awoke. He smiled at the king and he smiled back once he awoke. Viper knew now he was home and accepted Ultima as his father figure. “May I go rest Master Ultima” questioned Viper. “Indeed you may Viper, it’s late in the night.” Ultima smiled. “Goodnight son.”