A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Baron or the song 'I will not bow'.

Yes, I did write Baron as a hero, kind of, in this one.

As darkness fell over what was left of Galaluna, the Mutradii warriors ceased their attack and returned to their master for their orders, leaving the wounded Galalunian soilders to rest and try to pull themselves together for the next fight, which they knew would be most of their lasts but it wouldn't be an end to the war still raging on their world. By now they were down to only a few hundred soilders, some of them slewn by their enemy, and the other few who just dropped their guns and ran the second they saw the blood.

Amoungst the few who remaind to fight, Baron was amoungst them. Even he had hated the way things were originally on Galaluna, especially with the attempted murder stunt holding it blade to his neck where ever he went, and would even admit the war life did make his life more interesting and from the performance he had seen from the other soilders he was sure that if he switched sides and destroyed the rest of Galaluna this lost cause would be over a lot sooner, he didn't.

He stayed on the road that would lead him to nowhere, or even sooner death, and he never gave into a single offering from the enemy once. If he did this, he was even more sure that after the battle was won he would have to bow down to his new 'king' and that was a Fate worse than death.

So he tredged on towards the remains of the once proud kingdom. Gun ready and all his combat skills fresh in his young mind he contiuned to walk and as he had planned, the guards stepped aside and let him in, thinking that the lone and brave soilder might have been here to surender. That was far from true, but his dying eyes and his beaten and bloodied body did not revile any of this. This would be the end of the war, he swore by this, but he was to tired and weak to change the look in his eyes and demenor. As he walked through the darkness of the hall, his plan rushing through his head, he knew that no matter what happened it would all end the same. No one would ever forget what happens next.

He trembled slightly when he entered the throne room and saw the corpse of his former king, laying and rotting at Modula's feet. He looked up slowly at the man. Their eyes then met and Modula grinned at the sight, flashing an inhumanly, white and fanged smile. Despite the was raging on outside, the ex-general still seemed to hold an element of grace to him. It made Baron want to gag but he quickly swallowed the urge back and proceeded forward.

"Have you come to take up my offer?" His voice was a low growl.

The young soldier did not nod his head in any direction, he simply averted his gaze and dropped his weapon, the plan in his mind being replaced with the shout of TRAITOR! but he locked that word away. Slowly Modula rose from his new throne and approached the boy, taking caution to step over the boy before coming eye to eye with the white haired boy.

"Bow down to me minon." The 'king' growled slowly, and watched as the boy stayed standing. "Bow down to your king."

Baron didn't move, his hands dangling limply at his sides with his head bowed. Oh if only the king could see the smirk scrawled out on his face. Baron had no intentions of bowing down, or even dying that day. He planned to survive, and see through to the end of this war, if there was one. He didn't know how, but he did know one thing.

"I will not bow."