The Fateful War and the Reincarnation of a Hero

“Klaus - it is time.”

A beautiful, female voice whispered to Klaus as he opened his eyes, and rose to his feet calmly, as he’d been kneeling before the sacred oak tree that the great, smooth and perfectly symmetrical, white stone castle had been built around. His tight, thin, lightweight, full-plate chrome armor that was enchanted with Elvish Magic and forged in Dwarven mines, fit perfectly on his light skinned, tall, thin body, with his tightly cut platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. As he rose to his feet, he gazed upon the being whose voice he’d heard.

“Freila, your voice is as beautiful as ever! Though, that is to be expected of the Goddess of the Air and the Sky. Are the defenses prepared? I’ve given my prayers to the pantheon above - and that the Great White Wolves may join us to decide our fate in this cataclysmic battle.”

Klaus asked as the flames from wall-hung torches danced on the chapel of the Holy Oak Tree, his thin, sparkling plate armor with his head-high, semi-circular shoulder plates facing into him cast a slight shadow upon his face, which bore a hopeful, but realistic look.

“You’re a Human who can speak the language of the Great White Wolves - my children. What does your intuition say of their intentions and allegiances?”

Freila responded with a supportive, if slightly flirtatious question. She was only partially materialized before him, mostly being a beautiful, platinum blonde haired, tall, thin young woman in the nude and made of air. She gently stroked Klaus’ face as she smiled in preparation for his response.

“My intuition says that they shall indeed join our cause, my Goddess. As your children, ancestral guardians of the Holy Oak Tree, and friends to the Humans, Elves, and Dwarves. Tall as the oak trees of the forest, as fierce as the biting thunder from yourself and the lesser Air and Sky Gods and Goddesses, as swift as the wind, and as white ad the snow - they shall stand with us, I feel it.”

Klaus stated with confidence as Freila smiled to him, as she nodded and stroked his cheek.

“My disciple and child - your faith and faith-based intuition and leadership shall be rewarded.”

Freila said sweetly as she placed an almost translucent hand on his breastplate, closing her eyes as a small jolt of air went through Klaus, as his eyes glowed like thunder momentarily.

“It has been prophesied in the Pantheon Temple above - that you shall survive this battle - to carry on the legacies and memories of the Master Races and Holy Folk of Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Air Gods and Goddesses, and Water Gods and Goddesses upon the victorious, if pyrrhic, conclusion to this battle.”

Freila continued in her sweet tone but with more seriousness. Klaus looked at her solemnly, before holding out his hands and feeling a tome manifest in his sparkling chrome and flexible armored hands. It was white with gold and silver trimming, with sharp, dignified font as its etchings and script.

“Your knowledge of the Great Wolves will be prime and at the forefront - for their subspecies, their ancestral offspring shall live on, just as you will. This tone shall tell the story of them, and of this battle and its combatants. Spread this word as a Knight and Emissary in the distant future - as you have now. You shall not die, nor shall you fall in the many battles to come - and so your duty shall be forever.”

Freila stated in finality, before ascending swiftly into the air and disappearing, as two others sword-carrying knights dressed almost identically to Klaus came in and kneeled before him.

“Lord Protector of Humanity - the forces of Elves, Dwarves, and Great White Wolves have assembled on the castle’s ramparts within, and in the trench lines and defensive redoubts without. The Gods and Goddesses of the Air and Water alike - are ready as well, prepared to rain down upon the enemy, a thunderstorm like no other.”

One of the knights said as his cylindrical with a flat top helmeted head looked down in reverence to Klaus. Klaus in turn placed the sacred tome he’d been given at the base of the Holy Oak Tree, before putting on his sparkling helm that was identical to that of his knights’, save for that his had profound gold accents.

“So it begins. We shall meet the enemy once and for all.”

It was with those words that Klaus led his knights to the first ramparts of their white brick castle. The Elves, tall and thin like humans, clad in their light purple and silver, sparkling armor with their slightly curved bases swords that had grips as long as the blades themselves and curving the opposite way outwards if the blades just as slightly, stood with their Hellenic-like helms in adjacent ranks next to the humans along the layered ramparts of the castle. 

Outside of the castle on the ramparts, the Great White Wolves, swift, fierce, as white as snow and as large as village cottages, stood at the ready, while in front of them, heavily armored if squat dwarves, stood in orderly ranks with shining bronze and copper plate armor. A thunderstorm rumbled in the sky in preparation, while the wind slowly picked up on the ground: the Gods and Goddesses stood ready too.

The battle soon commenced - as hordes of black iron and obsidian armored orcs and their subjugated giants attacked first, followed by the vampires in their demon-made armor of black iron and obsidian, glowing with a plague-red hue. The two sides clashed - carnage ensuing, the castle gradually breaking down, until Klaus beheaded the last standing enemy combatant, a vampire with his sword!

The battle was over - and there he stood in the ruins of the castle, as Freila once again came down to him. 

“Rest now, my Knight and Emissary - for you have fulfilled your duty as the Lord Protector of Humanity. You shall be reawakened in the centuries to come - known by various names, but in the end, you shall once again be known as Klaus.”

Freila whispered softly to Klaus as he backed up slowly into the Holy Oak Tree, before glowing with light and disintegrating into sparkles - his essence was immortal, and able to be reborn into new forms as needed.

So it continued - known by names such as Achilles, Leonidas, Themistocles, Julius Caesar, Augustus Caesar, Heinrich the Fowler, Hermann von Salza, Heinrich of Silesia, Frederick the Great, Otto von Bismarck, and once again, Klaus von Liegnitz und Marienwerder by January, 1919. He’d seen the West decline, fall, and rise again. 

And now, he stood before a crowd in a beer hall in Munich, in the back room, opening the tome he’d received in 280,000 BC, and looking at the crowd before him. 

“My friends - let me tell you the story of our people as a scholar, and the story of our forest kin, the Great White Wolves. From this, you shall learn of our true destiny in the decades to come.”

Klaus announced as all whispers and chatter in the back room of the beer hall ceased, as Klaus, standing before then with his tall, tight boots and his tight fitting, polished Imperial Army uniform from the last war, began to read aloud. His playin blonde hair, closely cut, and his piercing blue eyes - gave the aura of power - of an immortal who would once again, rise to the title of Lord Protector with his knowledge.