(Lights on. Staring back at Gimm'r was Abigail, his teacher who was now wearing a frown on her face)
ABIGAIL: Where have you been Gimm'r? I've been looking all over for you when I discovered that you were missing.
GIMM'R:(Stammers and scratches his head) I... I...
ABIGAIL:(Flags her right index finger at him) You better not try to lie to me young man. You'll get into serious trouble if I report you to the authorities.
GIMM'R:(Starts sobbing as he speaks) I saw my dad pointing a gun at a man in the bar.
ABIGAIL:(Places her right palm on her mouth to show her surprise) Oh my goodness, your father wanted to kill someone?
(Gimm'r nodded his head and then started crying. Abigail embraced him and tried to console him. While consoling him, she saw the police carriage passing by with the hunters cuffed and seated on the wooden floor. Amongst them was Fidal, looking depressed and miserable to the point that he didn't even knew that Abigail was consoling his son. Only Abigail saw him as he was lead away, and she wondered what would make a man like Fidal get himself into this mess)
ABIGAIL:(Releases Gimm'r from her embrace and smiles) Come on dear, wipe your tears away and let's head back to school shall we?
(Gimm'r nodded his head in approval and together they both walked as though they had a strong bond. Gimm'r however wondered why he experienced the strange changes of his body and whether there was still more to come)
(Lights off)
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(Lights on. A spinning axe flashes out from the blues and killed a man when it hit his skull. A blade was drawn out from it's sheath and sliced a man's throat. The killer, wearing a black hood and a long nose mask with a black and white  assassin clothing, drew out the other sword and cut off a leg each from two men. She quickly finished them off by pinning them to the wooden floor with her swords, grabbed an axe, held it in the opposite direction and threw it behind her back without looking. The axe pierced a man's chest as he brought out a gun to shoot, and so great was his fall due to his weight that he broke through the wooden fence, fell down into the lower floor and crashed on top of a table. Another killer who had the same resemblance to the first killer kept herself busy on the lower floor by throwing small knives at various parts of her antagonists, especially in the eyes. She grabbed the gun from the dead man, dodged an attack from a man with a knife, shot his left leg and finally killed him by leaving a gaping hole through his head.
There was still another killer also having the same resemblance to the first. She was more brutal than the others and first fought with her fists and teeth, chewing off men's ears left and right. She moved her head back sharply to avoid a punch from a man, kicked him in the balls, side kicked him to a wall, grabbed a knife on a stone table and stabbed him repeatedly without mercy. After letting the poor fellow slump to the floor dead, without looking, she threw the knife to her left which pierced a man's eye as he was charging towards her with a cub at hand. She hastened his death by side kicking the knife so that it went deeper and reached his brain. She looked to her right, sighed, grabbed a bow and an arrow, aimed and let go. The arrow pierced a man's skull as he was about to attack a woman wearing a long black sleeved gown and having black wings on her back. She seemed to ignore the horrible bloodbath her environment was experiencing and was concentrated on a map that she used to navigate through the large ancient stronghold she found herself in. Any man that tried to attack her was either arrowed, knived, axed or died with a snapped neck from the three killers. This woman later bent down to adjust her left shoe, stood erect and bypassed a dead man whose head was pierced by an axe. She finally reached a dusty but magnificent double doors that was four or five times taller than her. While she marvelled at the sight of the doors, the last of the guardians of the stronghold ran towards her with a knife admist his yell, hoping to stab her at the back. However, he was killed by an arrow that pierced through his neck, a knife that pierced the back of his head and an axe that perfectly axed him on the head. The woman looked back and saw the man slumping down to the floor dead. Behind him was the three killers who merged into one person that still had their resemblance)
LAROVI:(Humms) Hmm, nice work sister.
NAROVI:(Pants a little) you know, if you had just helped me out a little it would have made my work easier.
LAROVI:(Smirks) Last time I helped you were saying I was a show off. So I just decided to let you have the fun. Happy now?
NAROVI:(Rolls her eyes) Fine I'm sorry. I know that's what you want to hear.
LAROVI:(Smiles and taps on Narovi's shoulder lightly with her map) Now that's my sister.
NAROVI:(Sighs) Let's do what we came here to do sister.
LAROVI:(Returns her gaze to the doors) I was just getting to that.
(She placed her right palm at the centre of the doors and muttered some incantations. The same black-green mist emerged from the fingertips of her hand and covered the double doors. Then with a gentle push, the door were swang open to reveal a stone coffin at the centre of the room. There were statues of people hauling curses at the coffin, and on the coffin itself was written several languages, both known and unknown, all over it. The stoney lid of the coffin had half the lateral view of a headless body on it. Both women walked towards it as Larovi's magical mist guided them towards the coffin)
NAROVI:(Looks at the statues and asks) Why are they cursing the coffin?
LAROVI:(Speaks while her eyes are on the coffin) Because it houses the headless body of the man who once dreamed of ruling the world. He was a powerful and cruel sorcerer, having learned the most superior magical powers within and even beyond our realm.
NAROVI:(Looks at her sister and frowns) And you want to bring such a man back to life?
LAROVI:(Sighs) We talked about this Narovi.
NAROVI:(Looks away and rolls her eyes) Whatever. Let's just get on with this.
(They reached the coffin and stood beside it. Larovi muttered more incantations and finally pushed the lid aside. They looked inside and saw the headless body of Dagona, still as fresh as it was during the days of Arthur)
NAROVI:(Looks at the corspe) Why hasn't his body become a rotten corpse through the decades?
LAROVI:(Looks at the body as well) He made a convenant to the god of death to grant him immortality. However, Hades cheated him and gave him the immortality he longed for, but not invulnerability. So Arthur was able to chop off Dagona's head easily, but he never killed him, because the only way to kill him is to break his convenant with the devil.
NAROVI:(Looks at her sister) So where's his spirit?
LAROVI: In a spiritual place where souls like his are kept away from hell until someone resurrects them back to life.
NAROVI:(Sighs and folds her arms) Well let's bring him back to life shall we?
(Larovi nodded her head and opened her right palm. The black greenish mist evolved from her palm and disappeared to reveal Dagona's head. She placed the head inside and adjusted it so that it came in contact with the neck. After ordering her sister to take a few steps away from the coffin, she starts muttering new incantations until her tone gradually rises. The room began to glow to life as powerful magic could be felt within the walls, surging out from them and entering the coffin. Various dark colours even emerged from the very floors they stood upon and were sucked into the coffin. The whole building rattled and shook as Larovi's voice thundered in it's highest pitch. The clouds became as red as blood as thunder clapped and danced among the clouds. Strong winds were blowing from all directions and shook the trees to their very roots. Then a bright scarlet energy fell out from an opening on the sky, surged through the whole building and entered through the nostrils, ears and mouth of Dagona, uniting his head with his body. The lid magically flew back into it's position and the whole coffin stood erect and faced the two women. It was at this moment that the supernatural events came to a complementary close, and all the noises finally ceased as though nothing had ever happened)
NAROVI:(Looks at her sister) Now what?
LAROVI:(Replies while her eyes are fixed on the coffin) He lives.
(The lid suddenly gave way by itself and fell down flat to the floor. Inside stood the man, a younger and fresher version of his older self. At first he looked as though he was still the same old dead man, but that was short lived as he finally opened his eyes and inhaled the breath denied of him for years)
(Lights off)