The remaining Heroes of Albion serverd as a last hope of the people. The Heroes and Heroines stood on the eastern side of Albion, and there were one-hundred of the Heroes there. And on the other side was one giant of a man -- Jack of Blades. Jack had grown so powerful on the outside, but no one knew of his external weakness. And now that Jack has had no interference from within himself since over a year, he is confident that the curse of the mask has become dormant.

I looked in front of me, three-hundred bloody souls, waiting to die. There was a lack of words on either side. We didn't need words now, the Heroes were waiting for me to attack. And so I gave them that. I had a flicker of a thought -- yes, all I need is a mere thought and whatever spell I conjure up is done -- and suddenly my body shimmered into invisibility. The Heroes were greatly confused by this, no doubt had they ever seen something so powerful. I teleported behind one Hero that was in the front, next to Thunder. I whispered in his ear, so that only he heard me. "How does it feel, knowing that you have just heard your death?" I taunted. The Hero turned around, a look of horror on his face. I continued doing this to many of the Heroes, causing confusion in the ranks. After a while, I reappered, visible, in front of the line of Heroes. I jumped, and slaughtered one with a lightning bolt well shot, and the other with a flick of my sword. And so, the battle was on.

The tactic of the Heroes was to surround me. When they got to close, I released a blast of pure energy that killed a few, but wounded many. All around I saw men and women drinking will potions, and health potions. That could not be allowed. I bade the potions inside of the bottles to burst out, and they all came to me. I absorbed the energy from the mass of potions, and I grew in strength. The Heroes knew now that this was no mortal they were fighting. Their ranks tightened, and the general fury increased. I fought like a savage, and many succumbed to me and my blade. After a while, the Heroes started to retreat to a hill, they were going to try to snipe me out. I waited until they were all in position at the top of the snow-capped hill, and I shot an arrow. In mid-flight, I willed the arrow to multiply, and by the time the arrows hit the Heroes, I had taken twenty by my first shot.

The great Heroes decided to leap down. Thunder, Briar Rose, Whisper, and even Sythe joined me down here. They were making a ditch effort in a losing battle. They surrounded me, and I had to keep blocking attacks to prevent from getting hit. Whisper stabbed at me with her spear, but I used my sword to knock it out of her hands. She got down on her knees in mercy, but I just finished my move with a clean swipe at the neck. He head flew to the right, and Thunder 's eyes began to glow with hatred. His attacks came much faster now, and Briar Rose and Sythe took much advantage of this. I backflipped over Sythe, and stabbed him in his back. I brought my blade down further, and Sythe fell and turned into green powder that floated away into the wind. Briar Rose grew nervous, and her fatal flaw was when she tryed to cleave at me near my hamstrings. I grabbed her sword in my hand, and crushed it into peices, ignoring the pain that it bought upon me. I kicked Briar in the face, and she flew backwards. I jumped over her, sword in hand, ready to stab out her heart. When my blade was about to cut out her chest, she quickly brought up a spear that stabbed me all the way through my stomach, and came out. I slid down the spear, and my blade severed her heart. I jumped backwards, dodging a great blow that was aimed at me, but Thunder couldn't stop his blade in time and it sliced clean through Briar Rose's arm. Briar coughed up blood, and I charged Thunder, whose blade was stuck in the ground. He abandoned his blade and used his shield to block all of my attacks. He tried to get round to his sword, but I was one step ahead of him. When he grabbed the sword he was blast with pure fire that melted him and his armour instantly.

I looked up at the Heroes on the hill, who had stopped fighting to watch my battle with their only leaders. I cackled, and my cackle was heard throughout the area. I was going to jump up on the hill and finish the last hope for Albion, when suddenly...

The voices inside of me screamed. They had the advantage, many souls were inside of me, including the Heroes I had just slain.

"Jack!" they screamed. "You didn't heed the warning! This is the day you fall forever!"

"NO!" I fought. But I was losing. The souls of those I had killed were coming back to me.

"Remember me, Jack?" asked one voice. "Remember me? It's Deathbringer!"

I screamed. The Heroes in the hills watched me, unsure of what to do.

"This body doesn't beling to you, Jack!" screamed Necromancer. "It's MY body!"

I rolled on the ground, using every ounce of will I had in me.

"It's no use, Jack. You're too pathetic to win," said Thunder.

I rolled into the icy water. With my heavy platemail, I began to sink. I was at the mercy of the souls inside of my mask. They blasted me out of the water, and I landed with a painful thump.

Then, all the voices combined together and screamed at me inside of my mind. And suddenly...

The mask was thrown off of the body by a pure force. The mask landed in the water, carrying only Jack's soul. Hundreds of people were affected by Jack's evil reign of terror in the form of the true hero.

Jack of Blades never did die. He waited in the bottom of the Ocean, waiting for a chance at escape, but knowing that it would never come. The curse he had put on himself was absolute.

Albion was healed. Although the buildings were destroyed, the river's were intoxicated, the people of Albion were there, and they all shared the hard and long journey of repairing the home they lived in.

Evil never died out, and Jack had left a permanent scar on the land. The legend of the Mask would be told for countless centuries later.

And so, now our story comes to an end. Even though Jack had seemed like he had absolute power, all he had was an abolute ending. It wasn't one voice that conquered Jack, but the voices of many.

The moral of the story: You often sow the seeds to your own destruction.