The Story Of Johan Close Final Part

 Birth Of The House

Over the course of a couple of months Johan Close became a great and mighty fighter. He took down army after army. In fact, word got out to Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh himself, that all that came against him soon fell. He, out of simple curiosity, decided to take an interest in this man. So he set off to his seeing pool.

“Gorcor, send an army against this young man, the one called Johan Close!”

“Yes, my Lord Master.”

It took only a day before he was watching the battle. He saw the young man take a bow and fire shot after shot at the front row of them. He charged at a group of them and took out a sword and slashed the opposing sword down to the right and sliced multiple to the left. He did this again and again and again until one dodged out of the way and went to slash up. He pulled out a dagger and blocked it then stabbed him. He then kicked him in the face to get his sword out of his head. Then one went to strike him and he flicked his sword out as he spun away. Killing him.

That was good. The thought, licking his lips as he got up to his feet.

“Where are you going Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh?”

“I want to see this with my own eyes.”

He vanished in a black smoke. He appeared on a cliff. He observed Johan fend off orc after orc, goblin after goblin, troll after troll.

He smiled and chuckled.

He is so good!

He then dropped down and walked onto the field he then ran on and on. He swung his sword left to right, just to get his men out of the way and soon reached the young man. Then he blocked tje sword.

“Are you the one known as Johan Close?”

“I am, you?”

Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh let out a laugh.

“Tell me, young man, what did you do before you joined the army?”

“Farm. Why?”

He let out another laugh then he leaned in close to him and licked his lips.

“You are so adorable!”

He rolled his eyes as he pushed harder. His blade moved back slightly as he let out a chuckle.

“You certainly do have the strength of a farmer!” He sang as he took a step forward and pushed on. “But I was trained better!”

He pushed him back easily and kicked him off him. He hit the ground rolling. He ran to him and kicked him up and then hit down. He pulled Johan up by the throat and smirked. Johan kicked him in the stomach again and again and again and it did nothing. He took out a dagger and cut his arm. He let go.

“Good, good boy! Now get back up.”

He looked up and swung his blade at him. He met the blade then went to strike him again and again and again, yet he met each and every strike. Then Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh swung his sword and this too was met. Johan took out a dagger and went to strike the throat. He quickly grabbed his arm and soon he felt pain run throughout each and every part of his body.

Quickly he kicked him off him.

“Thought so!” Johan panted.

“What?”

“You’re Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh, aren’t you?”

He laughed.

“I am”

“Well, I’ll say this, there was another thing I was before I was a farmer. I’m the keeper of this!” He shouted as he pulled out a pendant with one of the three Reality Spheres on the end! 

At this Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh’s eyes lit up.

“Now, where did you get a powerful little thing like one of those?”

“Reality Sphere keeping doesn’t put food on the table, especially if you’re of the long line of Phorap The Mad. So my family did farming. Married a beautiful girl. Honestly, last place people like you would look!”

He nodded as he chuckled.

“You’re smarter than you make yourself out to be!”

“Also, I don’t fully know how to use these things, but I do know that it responds to my will. So whatever price I have to pay to bring this war to an end I will pay it now!”

Then the Reality Sphere lit up and Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh vanished and his Reality Sphere shattered and vanished too.

“The gods are grateful for what you have done. So your price is your life and your life alone!”

“No!” He heard Islesif cry.

He looked at Rého as he turned into none other than his wife. She ran towards him.

“Islesif?”

She had almost reached him when he was struck down. The next moment she was holding him in her arms. Not wanting to see her husband die she looked inside her and used all the magic and willpower within her and used it to stop him from dying.

This, the gods did not like, so to punish them both they cursed him.

“You have denied us! For that we shall curse your beloved to become a house, and a house he shall remain and you Islesif, your blood will be tied to it and in him will be doors that will connect to all the worlds in the multiverse. Until the broken Reality Sphere is whole he will become a snare to all who are not of your blood that will trap them in any of those worlds and never return. And we will send you both into another world where you shall die.”

Then Islesif became helpless but see her husband turn into a house. The next moment she found herself in the middle of a field nearby an ocean under a blue sky and not the multicoloured sky of Merth. There she lived and gave birth to their son and there he lived and his children lived and their children. Some moved away, some stayed until they had children and buried the last. So on and on and on until they all moved away. Soon more houses were built around it. Soon more houses were built but none could tear the house called Johan Close down and soon the street was called Johan Close and the town around it was called Blackpool. The house was now called number thirteen Johan Close.

Soon people moved in and vanished into the worlds the doors in his attic led to. Then more moved in shortly after. Then they would disappear and more and more would also disappear. Soon it became known as the hose that people disappeared in. Then people would theories why, some said ghosts, some said aliens, others came close to the mark but never hit the nail on the head. 

This continued until a girl called Scar, an unknown descendant of Johan and Islesif Close moved in with her adopted mother Charlotte, who had a secret to keep, and her adopted brother and sister who were twins.