My hand clutched my face as Morte gripped his shining scythe tighter.

"So...You brought these...annoyances here didn't you?" I asked coyly and annoyed.

Morte did not falter in his demeanor as he kept his glare narrowed on my own.

"You will pay Thimble, You have destroyed this country, All of Estern stands against you, and more importantly. I stand before you." Morte yelled.

I smirked. He was really pathetic. Morte took a step forward me. Kirem was dealing with the rest of the army so my concern was with Morte. 

"All will feel sorrow for ever thinking they were above me! I'll show you all how perfect I look before you all!" I shouted. Morte walked ever so closer, his stench I swear could rot my soul if not for how incredibly strong mine was.

"All I see Is no where near perfection, I see a pathetic child playing dress up, one that needs to die."  Morte yelled. he grew purple glowing wings from his back and charged toward me. I smirked as I rose the Surukodo in front of me and his scythe clanged against it.

"Yawn." I replied. He actually growled as he flew up and shot a fireball down towards me. I rolled away and summoned my staff. It twirled between my hand as I summoned a shot of lightning. Morte flew left and dived toward me. He hit me as I had been...off guard. we slammed into a wall we broke through. 

So uh, I thought having a room of lava would be like, pretty bad ass, but uh, In retrospect, bad idea. 

We fell into the room of purely lava. Morte's wings kept him by the roof. My eye's went dark as the lava spread apart from where i was, clearing some warm floor for me to stand on. I telekineticly divided the lava sort of like Moses I guess. I sweated from the heat and difficulty from the lifting of lava. 

Suddenly a scythe flew past my face. I stepped back as Morte impaled the ground.

"All these years! You, you were alive!? We killed you! My father did not die in vain! When...When i found out you had taken over Estern!" Morte yelled as he swung at me. 

I dodged again focusing on not letting the lava go and scorching me like a hot dog. 

"My my, your certainly getting heated about this!" I gasped as i rose my hand. Some of the lava I had been holding broke free and shot towards Morte. He gasped and flew up. As he did I groaned and lifted my other hand. From the lava room came four spires of lava. I yelled as they bulleted toward Morte. Expertly he flew around them. Morte's hand summoned fire magic and lit up.

"HOW!? How did you survive!? Morte yelled raining flames down onto me. 

I groaned with all my might and telekineticly lifted myself up as I let go of the lava and floated into the air, A trick I don't like as it certainly is taxing on my energy. 

"I've been known to dance with death, as you have been too." I yelled. My staff appeared and I shot lightning toward him. He just managed to fly away from it. I landed where we had broke through before Morte tackled me back into my room.

"ANSWER ME TERRENCE!!!" Morte screamed. I gave a dark glare. 

"MY NAME IS THIMBLE!!!" I screamed as i shoved him off. I stood up and rose my blade.

"I don't care who you are, I am your king. You are a peasant, and so help me peasant, you will bow ALL HAIL, KING THIMBLE!"

Morte glared at me before going shocked.  Kirem appeared and tugged on my cape.

"Sir." he announced.

"Seriously!? Now!? This is my epic cool moment and your ruining It." I yelled at him.

"We have a guest sir." Kirem responded.

"DUH! We've been fighting them this whole time! You on drugs kirem!?" I yelled again. Morte dropped his scythe as fear scattered on his face. 

"We have a new guest I mean." Kirem said annoyed. I noted Morte was staring something behind me. I groaned annoyed and turned around. I saw a sight that made me gasp.

A tall bulky figure with gigantic black angel wings stood there. His outfit was of war like scraps as his grey scarf tickled his rugged face with piercing purple eyes. Two children stood beside him but I didn't take not of them yet. I was more focused on this man's entity. I knew him.

The Nightmare stood in front of us, the man who brought Pacem Bellum to it's knees, and had killed Morte all those years ago. In Nightmare's hands a purple rugged saw like blade appeared in a shot of dark electricity.

"King Thimble, Is it?" Nightmare asked. Morte still shocked stood beside me.I fixed my hair looking presentable. Kirem made no emotion on his face.

"That'd be me." I responded. He smirked.

"They call me Nightmare, Bringer of death, I am a servant of Negativity. This kingdom of Estern, belongs to Negativity, give it to me, or I will make you into a bloody corpse." He announced.

The black haired child with black wings tried to make a glare at me, while a brown haired angel girl in green tattered clothing held onto him. 

"Estern does not belong to Thimble, nor you! You monster!" Morte yelled. 

Nightmare's blade hummed with electricity.

"You do not get the pleasure of speaking peasant." Nightmare barked. 

I pointed and laughed at morte.

"HAHAHA Get destroyed loser!!"  Morte gave the worst stink eye ever.

"You think your above me? Pathetic king. Your as much of a peasant as him." I stopped. Kirem gasped and took a few steps back. My eyes went dark.

"Did...you..." I asked. I looked up at him pissed off. 

"Shut up. I will make of you what I please, and you will look wonderful as a stain on the wall. 

"YOU CHALLENGE ME!? THE GREAT THIMBLE!?! I AM NOT SOME STUPID LITTLE DEFENSELESS KID ANYMORE. I WILL KILL YOU! MARK MY WORDS. WE'LL SEE WHO THE PEASANT IS!!!"