The rise of the Overlord

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Taken

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Several peaceful and happy years after, Jared was growing in a warm, loving environment. He got used to people, he was speaking and he did not think about his previous life and his struggle.

One morning that came to an end. He wakened up by the sound of people, taunting and laughing. He was intrigued to hear that as nobody ever, except him and the man who saved him, was here, in his home since he came here. Intrigued, he went outside to check what was that and he could see three desert buggies, equipped with machine guns on top of each, and being manned by some masked individuals, wearing robes all over them and glasses, to protect their eyes from sand and illuminating sunlight that was reflecting from the sands.

In front of them, six more individuals, with similar robes and before them, was kneeling, his savior. His face was bruised and covered in blood. Jared was frozen. He thought that his troubles have ended, and he just couldn't expect anything bad to happen to him again.

"A boy! Get him!" One of the Raiders that was manning the machine gun pointed with his hand at Jared, which woke him up and he immediately went inside to close the doors of the house. However, they managed to get to the entrance before he managed to close the doors, and they began grabbing him from the behind of the doors. Jared was pushing them but he couldn't overpower the Raiders. They eventually managed to break in and took Jared outside, to the man that they as well captured.

"No! No!" - his savior yelled while he was resisting those who held him, but his hands were cuffed and behind his back. "Leave him alone! He has nothing with-" - he said, with a foot hit landing in the area of his stomach. "Rise up, scum" - same one, who kicked him said. Other ones, that were holding him, lifted him up, back to his knees, and their leader took out his handgun and pointed it at the forehead of Jared's savior. Jared was near him, watching all this, once again frightened like he was before. His savior was in agony, bruised all over his face, and saliva was coming out of his mouth, covered in blood. "Accept your faith, Johnatan." - the Raider said while reloading his handgun and placing the bullet in the barrel. "I was looking for you. Years have passed, but now it is over. You are not ghost, as the tales were saying, and I found you. You are just a human, like all of us here."

"Go to hell..." - the man said, and a gunshot to his forehead followed by the sentence after less than second. His lifeless body fell near Jared, followed by the laughter of the Raiders. "Put his body in the back, Khan ordered us not to return without his body. We're taking boy with us, he will be of a use as well."

Jared did not resist. He didn't cry or scream. He was once again feeling same, as before Johnatan took him. Frightened and alone. They were traveling into the deserts, away from the Megalopolis, into the sand storm.