7 January 5555
Zen Varum, outskirts of village
[Kalvin Clarke]
The sky started growing darker as the Skythen stood his ground, getting into a battle-ready stance for any further surprises his enemy might have in store for him.
Kalvin picked himself up, brushing away the dust and stone on his body, for the first time in months Kalvin has felt an incredible surge of pain through his entire body.
"Who the fuck are you?" Raoul glared angrily his forminable foe, clenching his glowing fists once more, gathering his power into them. What might his enemy do next?
Kalvin took a hugh, deep breath, with eyes cold and dead like a lizard's, he mustered his remaining energy and took a quick burst to his right, attempting to run around the Skythen to confuse him.
"I SAID WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ASSHOLE!" Raoul screamt as he fired a barrage light energy beams at the high-speed enemy who is running around him, but all to no avail as the beams miss his foe by a long margin due to the breakneck speed Kalvin was moving at. Raoul was running out of stamina, and fast. "I need my spear, where is it?" thought Raoul to himself.
It was this instant that the Skythen realised his folly. Kalvin had rushed over to Raoul's spear and had impaled it on the back of the Skythen, directing piercing through his heart with pinpoint accuracy. What sounded like multiple tomatoes being squashed was soon followed by the skythen's blood splattering across Kalvin's face.
Thoughts of dying ran though Raoul's mind. "I cannot die here, I cannot die here, it cant end like this!", however, not even being able to muster the strength to talk, the Skythen fell to his side, slowly drawing his last breath before Kalvin went over to pick up Tyki's spear.
"What a pathetic death.." thought Raoul to himself, as his vision started to fade.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Chapter 14: Two against one
7 January 5555
Zen Varum, outskirts of village
[Kalvin Clarke]
Kalvin dodged the beam of the Skythen with ease. He knew that this was going to be a long fight with him not having any ranged weapon or spells. Kalvin was not able to fathom the way the skythens fire their beams. This was no ordinary spell.
Tyki and Raoul now realise that the blank-faced enemy at hand was no ordinary human, possibly a backup mage that the barbarians have employed, there is odd something about this foe, the way his 3's pression stays the same, the way he moves, it feels lacklustre yet sharp, dead yet alive. There is something seriously wrong with Kalvin. The skythens knew that they have to defeat him, and quick.
The two skythens descended a little lower and fired multiple blasts at Kalvin, destroying the land but however missing the opponent by a inch everytime it was about to land. Kalvin, taking the chance that they were flying lower, immediately created two extra limbs and leapt like a cricket towards Tyki's right, right after Tyki's last blast which barely scraped through his shoulder.
"On your right!" Raoul roared towards Tyki. Kalvin wasted no time and grabbed Tyki tightly by his throat, preparing to drag the thinner skythen onto the ground, possibly breaking some of his bones. Tyki now realises his folly of flying lower to increase the possibility of hitting the strange man before him. Panicking, Tyki dropped his spear and attempted to use a more versatile way of attacking, with the beams that can now be fired from his hands.
Readying for a shot to Kalvin's heart, Tyki took aim. However, the prodigy was not going to let that happen. Grabbing tightly to Tyki's firing arm, Kalvin forcefully pushed it away. The beam of light flew into the sky, a beautiful scenery if only it wasn't so deadly. As the prodigy grabbed the crippled skythen by the throat, Tyki braced himself for pain.
Raoul dropped his spear and rushed over to save his ally, but it was too late, The two enemies crashed into the ground with Kalvin mounting over the perished Skythen, with his neck broken by the force of the impact and the grip of Kalvin's arm.
"YOU!" Raoul screamt as he threw a punch fortified by the speed of his flight towards Kalvin's face. Sucessfully hitting the murderer for the first time and sending him flying metres away and finally crashing onto the dirt once more. Raoul took a looked at his throbbing fist, and then at Tyki. He knew that he got in a clean hit, but however it was not enough to bring him down. Any carelessness shown will lead to his demise just like his buddy over there.
Readying for a shot to Kalvin's heart, Tyki took aim. However, the prodigy was not going to let that happen. Grabbing tightly to Tyki's firing arm, Kalvin forcefully pushed it away. The beam of light flew into the sky, a beautiful scenery if only it wasn't so deadly. As the prodigy grabbed the crippled skythen by the throat, Tyki braced himself for pain.
Raoul dropped his spear and rushed over to save his ally, but it was too late, The two enemies crashed into the ground with Kalvin mounting over the perished Skythen, with his neck broken by the force of the impact and the grip of Kalvin's arm.
"YOU!" Raoul screamt as he threw a punch fortified by the speed of his flight towards Kalvin's face. Sucessfully hitting the murderer for the first time and sending him flying metres away and finally crashing onto the dirt once more. Raoul took a looked at his throbbing fist, and then at Tyki. He knew that he got in a clean hit, but however it was not enough to bring him down. Any carelessness shown will lead to his demise just like his buddy over there.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Chapter 13: The Angels and the Prodigy
7 January 5555
Oberolis
[Luke Carlson]
After nearly escaping death, Luke Carlson returned safely to the Sky City, Oberolis, and met up with three of his closest comrades.
"There. Your eye should be fine now Luke," said Luke's friend, Tyki as he patched up Luke’s wound. "Those darned mages!!!" scowled Luke in rage.
"I know I know.. Stop it Luke, it’s awfully annoying to hear you complain after a while now," said Raoul, a bald headed Skythen, another of Luke’s comrades. Luke calmed down to reorient his thoughts which flooded his mind. His eyes sparkled with determination.
"Let's strike them together. All four of us,” proposed Luke all of a sudden.
His other three friends blinked.
"Are they really that strong?" asked Raoul.
"No, but I want to ensure their annihilation," Luke growled."I need your help in achieving that.”
The three of them glanced at each other as if they could come to an agreement simply by the look in their eyes.
"Ah, if its what Luke wants.." Tyki said.
The four Skythens then wasted no time and headed to the Armory to obtain their spears. Without hesitation, Luke led them on their journey to the barbarian base at Zen Varum.
******
Hours later
Barbarian Base of Bluebeard at Zen Varum
[Luke Carlson]
Melvin, the third of Luke's friend, was the first to arrive. Using his "skycat" powers, he had transformed into a winged cat that soared at breakneck speed. Gripping his spear tightly with his fangs, Melvin located the barbarian base a few miles ahead. He glanced behind him into the distance to see only the clear sky. The others were way behind him.
"They're slow," snickered Melvin to himself as he skyrocketed towards the base, emerging from the clouds above.
"Skythen!!" hollered the barbarian guards, and raised their bronze daggers at Melvin who hovered above them.
"I guess I'll do a little bit of cleaning up before the others arrive,” said Melvin to himself. He swooped upon the guards and fired quick beams of Light energy with his spear. The guards were immediately fried, collapsing onto the ground. Their skin was severely scorched.
"Too quick.. They couldn’t even react. This isn’t fun,” mumbled Melvin as he landed on the ground, morphing back to his human form.
He raised his spear and began to randomly fire beams of Light energy at the gate of the heavily fortified barbarian base and the sentry towers around it, charring everything he assumed was property of the barbarians. Melvin restrained the urge to intrude into the base by flying over its fortified walls. It wouldn’t be such a grand entrance if he swooped in by himself.
"This guy's beserk!!" howled the barbarian frantically as he barged into Bluebeard’s tent at the heart of the base. "Boss!!!"
Arkos and Bluebeard were playing a game of poker while Stex was admiring Bluebeard's pelt-covered throne when the barbarian intruded and disrupted their game. Bluebeard ignored his subordinate, and instead played another card from his hand. He was awfully reliant on his hired guardians that he disregarded the seriousness of the situation.
"Damn..." muttered Stex and marched over to the front entrance.
"Wait up, partner!" exclaimed Arkos as he placed his cards faced down on the table, got up and hurried after Stex.
"Come back quickly and finish the game!" shouted Bluebeard at the two mages and took a peek at Arkos's cards. He put an awful lot of confidence on the two mages to finish off the Skythens.
Meanwhile, Luke, Raoul and Tyki arrived and caught up with Melvin, who had already set all the sentry towers ablaze with Light magic.
"Melvin! You bastard!" cursed Raoul. "You didn’t leave any for us!"
"I did, Raoul, which is precisely why I did not enter the base."
The four Skythens have finally assembled, keen on reducing the base to ashes. "Let’s do an opening shot," suggested Luke.
The four of them aimed their spears towards the metal gates. All at once, they discharged a powerful blast of blinding Light energy at the gates. Not only the gates, but the fortification adjacent to it exploded to fragments.
"Now!” commanded Luke.
The Skythens charged in valiantly with their spears aimed towards the barbarians, burning the tents and slaughtering the barbarians like ants. Arkos and Stex looked from a distance, and proceeded back into the tent.
"There’s four of them Mister Bluebeard. That previous Skythen had brought his buddies along. I say we retreat," Arkos suggested.
Just then, a stray Light beam tore into the tent, sizzling through Arkos’ hair. The mercenaries quickly took cover as more Light beams penetrated the walls, forming holes everywhere. Arkos, Stex, and Bluebeard were however safe thanks to Stex's Mirror magic. He had conjured up several mirrors around the trio, which deflected the oncoming Light rays. The ceiling and walls of Bluebeard’s tent soon gave in to all the damage and collapsed onto the ground, revealing the three scums inside.
"Found you, feeble humans," sneered Luke.
Raoul, Melvin and Tyki quickly surrounded the three men and aimed their spears at them.
"Stex, cover us,” ordered Arkos.
At that instant, mirrors started forming around the three men and enclosed them in a cube-like mirror barrier, shielding them from any Light magic. The three men had a clear view of everything outside the barrier. However, from outside, all the Skythens could see was just their own reflections on the at every face of the barrier.
"Dont shoot!" commanded Luke. "Whatever this is, it reflects our magic!"
"Let the party begin!" shouted Arkos.
Suddenly hundreds of silver arrows darted out from below the Skythen's feet. Bluebeard had commanded his men to bury metallic arrows around the tent right, soon after the raid that Luke launched on them. A smart trap indeed, thought the mercenaries.
"As mages, we can’t fight head on, which is why we use our wits to win battles instead of charging head on like you Skythens," commented Arkos. The arrows pierced through Raoul and Tyki's legs. The two of them weren’t capable of quickly escaping to the skies like Luke and Melvin.
Tyki and Raoul screamed in excruciation, unable to stand on their feet properly. Tyki had two arrows pierced up his knees while Raoul had one on his foot and another in his shin. A number of levitating arrows circled around the mirror cube, forming the perfect defence and offense.
"You two shall retreat immediately. Luke and I will take care of things here. Go back and rest," instructed Melvin.
"Darn it!!" barked Raoul, as blood oozed out his wounds and dripped onto the ground. He was completely dissatisfied.
"Let’s go, Raoul,” called Tyki as the two Skythens zoomed into the horizon, not intending to risk their lives battling crippled. Being able to levitate in the air freely was a blessing to the Skythens.
"Now it’s just the two of us Luke," said Melvin. "We're the two strongest people around here, you're got the most destructive abilities I’ve ever seen and I've got the quickest speed in my Skycat mode."
A few arrows surrounding the mirror cube flew towards the two Skythens. They parried the arrows away with ease with their spears.
"Looks like it’s a stalemate from this moment on," said Luke, still levitating in mid air with Melvin. "Whatever we do, we can’t land now, who knows what other traps have in store for us?"
Just then, the ‘mirror cube’ unexpectedly ascended into the air, along with the arrows circling it. The Skythens watched in mere astonishment. Stex was levitating the cube with his magic. The perfect offense and defense.
"If we get hit by too many of those, we might really die." Melvin said, " I have a plan, lets aim for the "tips" of those cubes, they're probably the more fragile parts of it."
"Be careful Melvin, if you hit any part other than the tip, your magic will be reflected right back."
Just then, five arrows orbiting around the cube suddenly flew out towarads the skythens. "Perish!!" Arkos screamt. The two skythens deflected the arrows with ease. "Time to act Mel, this is do or die."
Melvin transformed into a winged cat and they both started circling around the cube, trying to find an opening and at the same time, dodge the arrows that were fired at random towards the skythens.
"If only Raoul was here. Hes one of our most offensive skythens." Luke muttered under his breath and aimed at one of the 8 tips of the cube, sucess! Firing a immensely concentrated beam of light, it hit the top directly and the cube started forming a little crack. "Its working Mel." Luke whispered as he flew past Melvin. And they continued their "Tip tactic" on their three foes.
"This isnt good.." Bluebeard mutter from inside the cube. "Should I use my Shaman technique to surprise them? But if I do, these two mecenaries would find out about my technique which I've kept secret for so long.." Bluebeard thought. The skythens conti nued circling arond the cube which was protected by arrows orbiting around it, they cant fly too close.
"Let them fly." Stex said. "they'll get tired soon enough.". "So will we, we might run out of magic soon." Arkos said. "I have already prepared a potion here for the both of us. It would allow us to replenish our mana, here have some." Stex said as he passed Arkos a vial of blue, translucent, liquid. Arkos immediately drank some and felt a surge of mana flowing through his body once again. "How many more of this do you have?" Arkos asked
"Two more." Stex said. "Should be enough." As soon as Stex finished his sentence, outside the Cube, Luke has suscessfully shot at another tip of the cube, causing a small crack.
As Raoul and Tyki were slowly levitating away, Tyki noticed the shadow of a man coming from the village outskirts of Zen Varum. It was Kalvin, and he had been resting up since the fight after the orcs. The prodigy immediately noticed the Skythens as well as the injuries on their legs. Curiousity struck Kalvin again as he waved his newly accquired wand at the two skythens, attempting a fire a bolt of lightning at them as he had witnessed from the orcs. Shamefully, nothing appeared.
"Damn the wand is broken" thought Kalvin to himself. Never once doubting his personal learning skills and snapped the wand into two.
"Its a hostile!!" Shouted Tyki as he aimed a blast towards the prodigy.
Oberolis
[Luke Carlson]
After nearly escaping death, Luke Carlson returned safely to the Sky City, Oberolis, and met up with three of his closest comrades.
"There. Your eye should be fine now Luke," said Luke's friend, Tyki as he patched up Luke’s wound. "Those darned mages!!!" scowled Luke in rage.
"I know I know.. Stop it Luke, it’s awfully annoying to hear you complain after a while now," said Raoul, a bald headed Skythen, another of Luke’s comrades. Luke calmed down to reorient his thoughts which flooded his mind. His eyes sparkled with determination.
"Let's strike them together. All four of us,” proposed Luke all of a sudden.
His other three friends blinked.
"Are they really that strong?" asked Raoul.
"No, but I want to ensure their annihilation," Luke growled."I need your help in achieving that.”
The three of them glanced at each other as if they could come to an agreement simply by the look in their eyes.
"Ah, if its what Luke wants.." Tyki said.
The four Skythens then wasted no time and headed to the Armory to obtain their spears. Without hesitation, Luke led them on their journey to the barbarian base at Zen Varum.
******
Hours later
Barbarian Base of Bluebeard at Zen Varum
[Luke Carlson]
Melvin, the third of Luke's friend, was the first to arrive. Using his "skycat" powers, he had transformed into a winged cat that soared at breakneck speed. Gripping his spear tightly with his fangs, Melvin located the barbarian base a few miles ahead. He glanced behind him into the distance to see only the clear sky. The others were way behind him.
"They're slow," snickered Melvin to himself as he skyrocketed towards the base, emerging from the clouds above.
"Skythen!!" hollered the barbarian guards, and raised their bronze daggers at Melvin who hovered above them.
"I guess I'll do a little bit of cleaning up before the others arrive,” said Melvin to himself. He swooped upon the guards and fired quick beams of Light energy with his spear. The guards were immediately fried, collapsing onto the ground. Their skin was severely scorched.
"Too quick.. They couldn’t even react. This isn’t fun,” mumbled Melvin as he landed on the ground, morphing back to his human form.
He raised his spear and began to randomly fire beams of Light energy at the gate of the heavily fortified barbarian base and the sentry towers around it, charring everything he assumed was property of the barbarians. Melvin restrained the urge to intrude into the base by flying over its fortified walls. It wouldn’t be such a grand entrance if he swooped in by himself.
"This guy's beserk!!" howled the barbarian frantically as he barged into Bluebeard’s tent at the heart of the base. "Boss!!!"
Arkos and Bluebeard were playing a game of poker while Stex was admiring Bluebeard's pelt-covered throne when the barbarian intruded and disrupted their game. Bluebeard ignored his subordinate, and instead played another card from his hand. He was awfully reliant on his hired guardians that he disregarded the seriousness of the situation.
"Damn..." muttered Stex and marched over to the front entrance.
"Wait up, partner!" exclaimed Arkos as he placed his cards faced down on the table, got up and hurried after Stex.
"Come back quickly and finish the game!" shouted Bluebeard at the two mages and took a peek at Arkos's cards. He put an awful lot of confidence on the two mages to finish off the Skythens.
Meanwhile, Luke, Raoul and Tyki arrived and caught up with Melvin, who had already set all the sentry towers ablaze with Light magic.
"Melvin! You bastard!" cursed Raoul. "You didn’t leave any for us!"
"I did, Raoul, which is precisely why I did not enter the base."
The four Skythens have finally assembled, keen on reducing the base to ashes. "Let’s do an opening shot," suggested Luke.
The four of them aimed their spears towards the metal gates. All at once, they discharged a powerful blast of blinding Light energy at the gates. Not only the gates, but the fortification adjacent to it exploded to fragments.
"Now!” commanded Luke.
The Skythens charged in valiantly with their spears aimed towards the barbarians, burning the tents and slaughtering the barbarians like ants. Arkos and Stex looked from a distance, and proceeded back into the tent.
"There’s four of them Mister Bluebeard. That previous Skythen had brought his buddies along. I say we retreat," Arkos suggested.
Just then, a stray Light beam tore into the tent, sizzling through Arkos’ hair. The mercenaries quickly took cover as more Light beams penetrated the walls, forming holes everywhere. Arkos, Stex, and Bluebeard were however safe thanks to Stex's Mirror magic. He had conjured up several mirrors around the trio, which deflected the oncoming Light rays. The ceiling and walls of Bluebeard’s tent soon gave in to all the damage and collapsed onto the ground, revealing the three scums inside.
"Found you, feeble humans," sneered Luke.
Raoul, Melvin and Tyki quickly surrounded the three men and aimed their spears at them.
"Stex, cover us,” ordered Arkos.
At that instant, mirrors started forming around the three men and enclosed them in a cube-like mirror barrier, shielding them from any Light magic. The three men had a clear view of everything outside the barrier. However, from outside, all the Skythens could see was just their own reflections on the at every face of the barrier.
"Dont shoot!" commanded Luke. "Whatever this is, it reflects our magic!"
"Let the party begin!" shouted Arkos.
Suddenly hundreds of silver arrows darted out from below the Skythen's feet. Bluebeard had commanded his men to bury metallic arrows around the tent right, soon after the raid that Luke launched on them. A smart trap indeed, thought the mercenaries.
"As mages, we can’t fight head on, which is why we use our wits to win battles instead of charging head on like you Skythens," commented Arkos. The arrows pierced through Raoul and Tyki's legs. The two of them weren’t capable of quickly escaping to the skies like Luke and Melvin.
Tyki and Raoul screamed in excruciation, unable to stand on their feet properly. Tyki had two arrows pierced up his knees while Raoul had one on his foot and another in his shin. A number of levitating arrows circled around the mirror cube, forming the perfect defence and offense.
"You two shall retreat immediately. Luke and I will take care of things here. Go back and rest," instructed Melvin.
"Darn it!!" barked Raoul, as blood oozed out his wounds and dripped onto the ground. He was completely dissatisfied.
"Let’s go, Raoul,” called Tyki as the two Skythens zoomed into the horizon, not intending to risk their lives battling crippled. Being able to levitate in the air freely was a blessing to the Skythens.
"Now it’s just the two of us Luke," said Melvin. "We're the two strongest people around here, you're got the most destructive abilities I’ve ever seen and I've got the quickest speed in my Skycat mode."
A few arrows surrounding the mirror cube flew towards the two Skythens. They parried the arrows away with ease with their spears.
"Looks like it’s a stalemate from this moment on," said Luke, still levitating in mid air with Melvin. "Whatever we do, we can’t land now, who knows what other traps have in store for us?"
Just then, the ‘mirror cube’ unexpectedly ascended into the air, along with the arrows circling it. The Skythens watched in mere astonishment. Stex was levitating the cube with his magic. The perfect offense and defense.
"If we get hit by too many of those, we might really die." Melvin said, " I have a plan, lets aim for the "tips" of those cubes, they're probably the more fragile parts of it."
"Be careful Melvin, if you hit any part other than the tip, your magic will be reflected right back."
Just then, five arrows orbiting around the cube suddenly flew out towarads the skythens. "Perish!!" Arkos screamt. The two skythens deflected the arrows with ease. "Time to act Mel, this is do or die."
Melvin transformed into a winged cat and they both started circling around the cube, trying to find an opening and at the same time, dodge the arrows that were fired at random towards the skythens.
"If only Raoul was here. Hes one of our most offensive skythens." Luke muttered under his breath and aimed at one of the 8 tips of the cube, sucess! Firing a immensely concentrated beam of light, it hit the top directly and the cube started forming a little crack. "Its working Mel." Luke whispered as he flew past Melvin. And they continued their "Tip tactic" on their three foes.
"This isnt good.." Bluebeard mutter from inside the cube. "Should I use my Shaman technique to surprise them? But if I do, these two mecenaries would find out about my technique which I've kept secret for so long.." Bluebeard thought. The skythens conti nued circling arond the cube which was protected by arrows orbiting around it, they cant fly too close.
"Let them fly." Stex said. "they'll get tired soon enough.". "So will we, we might run out of magic soon." Arkos said. "I have already prepared a potion here for the both of us. It would allow us to replenish our mana, here have some." Stex said as he passed Arkos a vial of blue, translucent, liquid. Arkos immediately drank some and felt a surge of mana flowing through his body once again. "How many more of this do you have?" Arkos asked
"Two more." Stex said. "Should be enough." As soon as Stex finished his sentence, outside the Cube, Luke has suscessfully shot at another tip of the cube, causing a small crack.
As Raoul and Tyki were slowly levitating away, Tyki noticed the shadow of a man coming from the village outskirts of Zen Varum. It was Kalvin, and he had been resting up since the fight after the orcs. The prodigy immediately noticed the Skythens as well as the injuries on their legs. Curiousity struck Kalvin again as he waved his newly accquired wand at the two skythens, attempting a fire a bolt of lightning at them as he had witnessed from the orcs. Shamefully, nothing appeared.
"Damn the wand is broken" thought Kalvin to himself. Never once doubting his personal learning skills and snapped the wand into two.
"Its a hostile!!" Shouted Tyki as he aimed a blast towards the prodigy.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Chapter 11: Orc Slayer
3 Jan 5555
Orcus plateau
[Kalvin Clarke]
With the help of his new magic skills, he clambered up the steep rock wall like a frenzied lizard without any difficulty whatsoever. After all, he had, literally, ‘helping hands’ which branched out of his knees and shoulders like tree branches as he ascended upwards.
After half an hour of climbing, Kalvin was already only few metres below the peak of the mountain. The air was much cooler and it appears that the peak was shrouded in mist. Tirelessly, he continued to ascend and a thin layer of clouds obscured his view of the ground. Soon, he hears noises coming from the top of the mountain. They seem to be voices, a bizarre cacophony of grunts, roars and screeches, far from human. The din only invoked Kalvin’s curiosity to discover what lies on the peak of this mountain. He doubled his pace in scaling the mountain, finally reaching the peak ten seconds later.
Kalvin heaved himself up to the peak of the mountain and stood up. He took a few steps forward, he was surrounded by thick fog. The weird voices echoed in the distance. He darted forward through the fog advancing closer and closer to the source of the noises.
Within moments, he found himself on standing on a small cliff, overlooking vast plains, specked with hundreds of tiny beings running around. It was a massive village comprising of ten thousand mud huts, bustling with activity. The countless villagers, scrambling from one hut to another, were definitely not humans.
Though he was excited, Kalvin’s face remained as cold as ever. With the agility of a cat, he somersaulted off the cliff and plunged down onto the plains below, landing perfectly with both feet on the sandy ground. He stared ahead at the village, about a few yards from where he stood. The creatures did not seem to notice him walking closer and closer to their town.
They were small, midget-like humans whose features resembled apes. They were bald and had bark-coloured skin, and were sparsely dressed, revealing their stout, rotund statures. Kalvin had absolutely no idea who these creatures are but they are known to mankind as the Orcs.
Only a few paces away from the outermost hut, some of the Orcs started to notice Kalvin approaching them. They shrieked in hysteria, darting off into the village and hollering out madly to warn the others of their uninvited guest. Soon, the whole village burst into insane chaos, with everyone fumbling in and out of their huts, completely baffled at this unforeseen occurrence. It appears as if these maniacs have never had visitors in a long time, thought Kalvin as he walked through the aisle which led to the centre of the village.
Moments later, the ground began to tremor. Up ahead, Kalvin saw a huge cloud of dust, moving in his direction. It was the Orcs, rampaging their way up to him, waving their clubs and swords in the air. Kalvin raised his eyebrows, completely unmoved by the fact that he might be trampled alive by these moonstruck midgets. Huts crumbled in the path of the deranged Orc warriors as they had their sights set on their intruder. Kalvin waited for the stampede to advance closer to him. He’d been craving for a good challenge in days.
In a blink of an eye, Kalvin zoomed right into the stampede. The Orcs halted in mere disbelief. He stood in the middle of the entire army, looking right and left, mocking his opponents. Without hesitation, the Orcs sprung into action, flailing their weapons aimlessly in every direction, hoping to land a blow on the man. Instead, they knocked themselves out one by one, as Kalvin parried every attack upon him with his generated limbs.
The half-witted Orcs only pulverized their own comrades in this uncontrollable fray, leaving their sole enemy to easily batter the last remaining few to death. Some even cowardly attempted to retreat but their fate was just similar to those who stood their ground. Kalvin would pummel them rapidly, shattering every bone in their bodies.
Within five meagre minutes, the entire Orc army was obliterated. Some A young Orc came running up to Kalvin and gallantly attempted to bite his shin. He wasted no time and with one ruthless punt to its head, he sent it flying across the battlefield and crashing into the roof of a hut.
Suddenly a loud explosion thundered in the sky above him. Showers of fireballs were descending towards him from above. In a flash, he leaped over the Orc corpses around him, dodging every fireball that collapsed onto the ground. They were definitely no ordinary meteors, as more continued to rain on him whichever direction he went. The corpses and the huts were soon reduced to ashes as the whole village was set ablaze.
Kalvin then realized what was happening. As he leaped onto the roof of a near hut, he noticed in the distance, a group of about forty Orcs standing in a formation on the outskirts of the village. Behind them, stood a massive, horned Orc, clad in bulky metal armour and deadly-looking gauntlets. The other ordinary Orcs around him were clad in silver chain mail and were waving their wooden rods in the air, in strange circular motions. Kalvin realized they were Orc shamans, desperately trying to kill him by casting their spells. The huge, menacing looking one must be their leader, he thought.
The Orc shamans fruitlessly destroyed their village with every miss of their unconquerable target. Kalvin leaped from one roof to another towards the Orc shamans, leaving behind a trail of scorched rubble behind him with every meteor explosion. He sprung one last time off the last roof, and swooped upon the Orc shamans.
They surrounded him with their wands pointing towards him. The Orc leader let out a furious roar which echoed into the distance, but Kalvin did not feel one bit intimidated. His eyes met the Orc leader’s when suddenly a blue orb of light appeared above the leader’s left shoulder. The orb then turned into a petite, slender creature which stood on the shoulder of his boss. Its eyes twinkled in the sunlight as it gave Kalvin a nasty grin.
“Welcome to Orcus Plateau, human,” spoke the creature in a shrill, cunning voice. Kalvin stared at it silently.
“I am Kara Kiri the goblin, and this is our King, his Greatness, Goro Gombobo. His Greatness says that you have atrociously wiped out the entire tribe of Goro Goro and wants to make a negotiation,” screeched the goblin sinisterly. “His Greatness wants you, human, to surrender and we will spare your life. But you must henceforth live of servitude to His Greatness. What say you, human?”
The goblin waited a few moments for the intruder to reply. However Kalvin remained silent and kept his eyes fixed on the amusing creature, trying to contain the urge to respond with a nasty kick to the jaw. Other thoughts too, whirled in his mind.
Is this guy for real? Why does the hell does he have to use big words? Does he really think I'm gonna sell my soul for these butt-faced losers?
The Orc boss suddenly bellowed again in impatience, startling the goblin who hastily seized his master’s thick neck to keep himself from falling off.
“Aiyeee! His Greatness has had enough of your foolish antics! Surrender now and humbly bow before His Greatness or be annihilated!” screeched the goblin waggling his tiny clenched fist in the air. The Orcs gave their enemy a final chance to respond.
Kalvin blinked.
The Orc leader then went berserk and shattered the silence with a wrathful roar at his enemy. He clasped his huge hands together and hammered the ground, setting off a deadly fissure pulsating towards Kalvin. Kalvin reacted effectively, leaping up onto the nearest Orc shaman and delivered a bone-shattering kick to its skull. The victim groaned in pain and tumbled helplessly into the fissure.
The Orc leader then lowered his head, his horns glistened in the sunlight, intending to gore his foe to death. He charged towards Kalvin like a provoked bull. But Kalvin was too fast for him, luring the rampaging Orc leader to accidentally obliterate his own wand-waving minions, one after another. The goblin on his shoulder grabbed hold tightly to his shoulder guard, squealing meaninglessly, asking his master to stop.
The remaining orc shamans desperately yelped out incantations, waving their wands in the air. Fireballs continued to rain from the sky, massive frozen spikes emerged from the ground, blue lightning bolts blasted out their wands. Yet every attempt to attack their enemy backfired as the predictable and unforgivably harebrained Orc shamans continued to unintentionally vanquish their own comrades.
Only five orc shamans remained unscathed and finally the Orc leader screeched to a halt. His eyes suddenly glowed a bright red. Kalvin suddenly found himself immobile. His feet had turned to stone and he was rooted firmly to the ground.
The goblin giggled hysterically, sitting on his exhausted master’s crown. The Orc leader appears not to have much stamina, thought Kalvin as he watched his main enemy panted heavily. The five Orc shamans aimed their wands at Kalvin in rage.
“Farewell puny human!” declared the goblin.
All at once, five devastating missiles blasted out their wands and bolted towards Kalvin. The Orcs smiled in satisfaction at the cloud of black smoke wisped into the air, shrouding the aftermath of the explosion. As the smoke faded, sadistic grins formed on the horrid faces of the Orcs, as they waited to see the body of their defeated enemy. However their happiness was short lived and turned into immense shock as they stared at Kalvin.
He was sitting on the ground, completely unharmed. The Orcs had, unfortunately, missed their target again. Kalvin yawned as he stood up, his feet still implanted on the ground as he anticipated the enemy’s next move.
The Orc leader then roared in impatience, shoving his minions aside and charged at Kalvin once more. His goblin advisor hopped onto the ground, realizing that he could have been the next accidental victim. Kalvin initiated a countdown in his mind, he needed to muster enough strength to neutralize the impact of the collision. He knew exactly when to strike.
At the moment the horns of the Orc leader was only a foot’s length from his neck, he unleashed about twenty arms from his body, with all its hands seizing securely onto the bulky skull of the Orc leader. The Orc leader grunted and pushed tenaciously, kicking back the dirt and sand off the ground, but it was futile. Kalvin had caught him by the horns.
Four more legs then sprouted out Kalvin’s things, and they repeatedly battered against the torso of the Orc leader, crushing his ribs, sending blood splattering out his fangs. The other Orcs and the goblin watched in pure horror as their forsaken king was pounded ruthlessly by this mysterious, devilish man. Soon, the Orc leader fell unconscious as all his strength was drained away. As soon as Kalvin realized this, he stopped kicking his foe. He turned his attention to his implanted feet as the rock layer vibrated and then crumbled into dust, revealing his gray, stained toes.
The other Orcs became instantly panic stricken, dropping their wands and and hustled away in fear. Kalvin noticed them attempting to escape. Without hesitation, his twenty-two hands only grasped harder onto the Orc leader as he spun around, swinging the body of the five-hundred pound Orc leader in mid air. He twirled and twirled, picking up speed at every turn.
In a mere 5 seconds, he transformed into a calamitous tornado of dust, sucking up the surviving Orcs into his vortex. The goblin managed to vanish into a blue orb of light in the nick of time. With a sudden halt, the Orc leader, together with the other Orc shamans catapulted into the skies, far beyond the boundaries of the plateau.
Kalvin then sat down on the ground to rest. He looked around, there was not a soul in sight. This had definitely been one great achievement – to be responsible for the extinction of the Orcs of Orcus Plateau. He then noticed one of the discarded wands which was previously used by an Orc shaman. He walked over to it and picked it up.
This’ll make a good souvenir, thought Kalvin to himself.
Orcus plateau
[Kalvin Clarke]
With the help of his new magic skills, he clambered up the steep rock wall like a frenzied lizard without any difficulty whatsoever. After all, he had, literally, ‘helping hands’ which branched out of his knees and shoulders like tree branches as he ascended upwards.
After half an hour of climbing, Kalvin was already only few metres below the peak of the mountain. The air was much cooler and it appears that the peak was shrouded in mist. Tirelessly, he continued to ascend and a thin layer of clouds obscured his view of the ground. Soon, he hears noises coming from the top of the mountain. They seem to be voices, a bizarre cacophony of grunts, roars and screeches, far from human. The din only invoked Kalvin’s curiosity to discover what lies on the peak of this mountain. He doubled his pace in scaling the mountain, finally reaching the peak ten seconds later.
Kalvin heaved himself up to the peak of the mountain and stood up. He took a few steps forward, he was surrounded by thick fog. The weird voices echoed in the distance. He darted forward through the fog advancing closer and closer to the source of the noises.
Within moments, he found himself on standing on a small cliff, overlooking vast plains, specked with hundreds of tiny beings running around. It was a massive village comprising of ten thousand mud huts, bustling with activity. The countless villagers, scrambling from one hut to another, were definitely not humans.
Though he was excited, Kalvin’s face remained as cold as ever. With the agility of a cat, he somersaulted off the cliff and plunged down onto the plains below, landing perfectly with both feet on the sandy ground. He stared ahead at the village, about a few yards from where he stood. The creatures did not seem to notice him walking closer and closer to their town.
They were small, midget-like humans whose features resembled apes. They were bald and had bark-coloured skin, and were sparsely dressed, revealing their stout, rotund statures. Kalvin had absolutely no idea who these creatures are but they are known to mankind as the Orcs.
Only a few paces away from the outermost hut, some of the Orcs started to notice Kalvin approaching them. They shrieked in hysteria, darting off into the village and hollering out madly to warn the others of their uninvited guest. Soon, the whole village burst into insane chaos, with everyone fumbling in and out of their huts, completely baffled at this unforeseen occurrence. It appears as if these maniacs have never had visitors in a long time, thought Kalvin as he walked through the aisle which led to the centre of the village.
Moments later, the ground began to tremor. Up ahead, Kalvin saw a huge cloud of dust, moving in his direction. It was the Orcs, rampaging their way up to him, waving their clubs and swords in the air. Kalvin raised his eyebrows, completely unmoved by the fact that he might be trampled alive by these moonstruck midgets. Huts crumbled in the path of the deranged Orc warriors as they had their sights set on their intruder. Kalvin waited for the stampede to advance closer to him. He’d been craving for a good challenge in days.
In a blink of an eye, Kalvin zoomed right into the stampede. The Orcs halted in mere disbelief. He stood in the middle of the entire army, looking right and left, mocking his opponents. Without hesitation, the Orcs sprung into action, flailing their weapons aimlessly in every direction, hoping to land a blow on the man. Instead, they knocked themselves out one by one, as Kalvin parried every attack upon him with his generated limbs.
The half-witted Orcs only pulverized their own comrades in this uncontrollable fray, leaving their sole enemy to easily batter the last remaining few to death. Some even cowardly attempted to retreat but their fate was just similar to those who stood their ground. Kalvin would pummel them rapidly, shattering every bone in their bodies.
Within five meagre minutes, the entire Orc army was obliterated. Some A young Orc came running up to Kalvin and gallantly attempted to bite his shin. He wasted no time and with one ruthless punt to its head, he sent it flying across the battlefield and crashing into the roof of a hut.
Suddenly a loud explosion thundered in the sky above him. Showers of fireballs were descending towards him from above. In a flash, he leaped over the Orc corpses around him, dodging every fireball that collapsed onto the ground. They were definitely no ordinary meteors, as more continued to rain on him whichever direction he went. The corpses and the huts were soon reduced to ashes as the whole village was set ablaze.
Kalvin then realized what was happening. As he leaped onto the roof of a near hut, he noticed in the distance, a group of about forty Orcs standing in a formation on the outskirts of the village. Behind them, stood a massive, horned Orc, clad in bulky metal armour and deadly-looking gauntlets. The other ordinary Orcs around him were clad in silver chain mail and were waving their wooden rods in the air, in strange circular motions. Kalvin realized they were Orc shamans, desperately trying to kill him by casting their spells. The huge, menacing looking one must be their leader, he thought.
The Orc shamans fruitlessly destroyed their village with every miss of their unconquerable target. Kalvin leaped from one roof to another towards the Orc shamans, leaving behind a trail of scorched rubble behind him with every meteor explosion. He sprung one last time off the last roof, and swooped upon the Orc shamans.
They surrounded him with their wands pointing towards him. The Orc leader let out a furious roar which echoed into the distance, but Kalvin did not feel one bit intimidated. His eyes met the Orc leader’s when suddenly a blue orb of light appeared above the leader’s left shoulder. The orb then turned into a petite, slender creature which stood on the shoulder of his boss. Its eyes twinkled in the sunlight as it gave Kalvin a nasty grin.
“Welcome to Orcus Plateau, human,” spoke the creature in a shrill, cunning voice. Kalvin stared at it silently.
“I am Kara Kiri the goblin, and this is our King, his Greatness, Goro Gombobo. His Greatness says that you have atrociously wiped out the entire tribe of Goro Goro and wants to make a negotiation,” screeched the goblin sinisterly. “His Greatness wants you, human, to surrender and we will spare your life. But you must henceforth live of servitude to His Greatness. What say you, human?”
The goblin waited a few moments for the intruder to reply. However Kalvin remained silent and kept his eyes fixed on the amusing creature, trying to contain the urge to respond with a nasty kick to the jaw. Other thoughts too, whirled in his mind.
Is this guy for real? Why does the hell does he have to use big words? Does he really think I'm gonna sell my soul for these butt-faced losers?
The Orc boss suddenly bellowed again in impatience, startling the goblin who hastily seized his master’s thick neck to keep himself from falling off.
“Aiyeee! His Greatness has had enough of your foolish antics! Surrender now and humbly bow before His Greatness or be annihilated!” screeched the goblin waggling his tiny clenched fist in the air. The Orcs gave their enemy a final chance to respond.
Kalvin blinked.
The Orc leader then went berserk and shattered the silence with a wrathful roar at his enemy. He clasped his huge hands together and hammered the ground, setting off a deadly fissure pulsating towards Kalvin. Kalvin reacted effectively, leaping up onto the nearest Orc shaman and delivered a bone-shattering kick to its skull. The victim groaned in pain and tumbled helplessly into the fissure.
The Orc leader then lowered his head, his horns glistened in the sunlight, intending to gore his foe to death. He charged towards Kalvin like a provoked bull. But Kalvin was too fast for him, luring the rampaging Orc leader to accidentally obliterate his own wand-waving minions, one after another. The goblin on his shoulder grabbed hold tightly to his shoulder guard, squealing meaninglessly, asking his master to stop.
The remaining orc shamans desperately yelped out incantations, waving their wands in the air. Fireballs continued to rain from the sky, massive frozen spikes emerged from the ground, blue lightning bolts blasted out their wands. Yet every attempt to attack their enemy backfired as the predictable and unforgivably harebrained Orc shamans continued to unintentionally vanquish their own comrades.
Only five orc shamans remained unscathed and finally the Orc leader screeched to a halt. His eyes suddenly glowed a bright red. Kalvin suddenly found himself immobile. His feet had turned to stone and he was rooted firmly to the ground.
The goblin giggled hysterically, sitting on his exhausted master’s crown. The Orc leader appears not to have much stamina, thought Kalvin as he watched his main enemy panted heavily. The five Orc shamans aimed their wands at Kalvin in rage.
“Farewell puny human!” declared the goblin.
All at once, five devastating missiles blasted out their wands and bolted towards Kalvin. The Orcs smiled in satisfaction at the cloud of black smoke wisped into the air, shrouding the aftermath of the explosion. As the smoke faded, sadistic grins formed on the horrid faces of the Orcs, as they waited to see the body of their defeated enemy. However their happiness was short lived and turned into immense shock as they stared at Kalvin.
He was sitting on the ground, completely unharmed. The Orcs had, unfortunately, missed their target again. Kalvin yawned as he stood up, his feet still implanted on the ground as he anticipated the enemy’s next move.
The Orc leader then roared in impatience, shoving his minions aside and charged at Kalvin once more. His goblin advisor hopped onto the ground, realizing that he could have been the next accidental victim. Kalvin initiated a countdown in his mind, he needed to muster enough strength to neutralize the impact of the collision. He knew exactly when to strike.
At the moment the horns of the Orc leader was only a foot’s length from his neck, he unleashed about twenty arms from his body, with all its hands seizing securely onto the bulky skull of the Orc leader. The Orc leader grunted and pushed tenaciously, kicking back the dirt and sand off the ground, but it was futile. Kalvin had caught him by the horns.
Four more legs then sprouted out Kalvin’s things, and they repeatedly battered against the torso of the Orc leader, crushing his ribs, sending blood splattering out his fangs. The other Orcs and the goblin watched in pure horror as their forsaken king was pounded ruthlessly by this mysterious, devilish man. Soon, the Orc leader fell unconscious as all his strength was drained away. As soon as Kalvin realized this, he stopped kicking his foe. He turned his attention to his implanted feet as the rock layer vibrated and then crumbled into dust, revealing his gray, stained toes.
The other Orcs became instantly panic stricken, dropping their wands and and hustled away in fear. Kalvin noticed them attempting to escape. Without hesitation, his twenty-two hands only grasped harder onto the Orc leader as he spun around, swinging the body of the five-hundred pound Orc leader in mid air. He twirled and twirled, picking up speed at every turn.
In a mere 5 seconds, he transformed into a calamitous tornado of dust, sucking up the surviving Orcs into his vortex. The goblin managed to vanish into a blue orb of light in the nick of time. With a sudden halt, the Orc leader, together with the other Orc shamans catapulted into the skies, far beyond the boundaries of the plateau.
Kalvin then sat down on the ground to rest. He looked around, there was not a soul in sight. This had definitely been one great achievement – to be responsible for the extinction of the Orcs of Orcus Plateau. He then noticed one of the discarded wands which was previously used by an Orc shaman. He walked over to it and picked it up.
This’ll make a good souvenir, thought Kalvin to himself.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Chapter 5: Observer
31 Dec 5554, the day before the descent of Omnipotence
Avemorph Forest
[Kalvin Clarke]
Kalvin peered through the bushes, remaining motionless in his spot. Kalvin had always returned to Avemorph Forest with the hope of finding the clues that will lead him to the answer to the question that never left his mind: Who am I?
Kalvin has lived with his foster parents for three years now and he was always praised for being a "prodigy" for his inconceivable speed in learning by observance. In mere seconds, he would have attained the highest level of competence in an art simply by watching a master demonstrate his talents. Kalvin however, never once smiled whenever anyone praised him. He was cold, like a robot.
In the midst of the forest exists a wide, empty patch of grass - the perfect place for a duel. The enchanted radiance emanating from the full moon shone onto two figures standing in the centre of this plot of grass. One wears a mask which conceals his entire face and another clad in just common civilian clothes. Kalvin observed silently in the shadows as the two men both took a step closer to each other.
"Hello traitor. We meet again," said the man in the mask. His eyes behind the mask seem to sparkle at every word.
"Leave me alone Eintium, I dont want to have anything more to do with that guild," replied the other man, his fists clenched in fury of the man standing before him.
"Of course you wouldnt," said Eintium. "Not after you managed to get yourself a big bounty after the completion of that mission now, huh? Don't you find yourself a little immoral? Using the guild to obtain missions and once you've earned enough money, you just leave without saying goodbye.. You self-centered ingrate.. I really pity you..," continued Eintium in a calm, yet intimidatory manner.
Suddenly the man in civilian clothing vanished in front of Kalvin's eyes. The next thing Kalvin and the knew, the man was clutching tightly at the Eintium's throat. Kalvin squinted - it was Superspeed magic.
"I warned you, Thorne," voiced Eintium, as the man's fingers squeezed harder on his neck, forcing him to take a few steps back.
Without warning, an arm sprouted out from Eintium's abdomen giving Thorne a hefty punch at his ribs. Thorne instantly freed his assailant's neck and collapsed onto the forest floor.
"It's pointless to run away from the Mercenary Mages, Thorne," growled menacingly. The strange, brawly arm which spawned from Eintium's abdomen recoiled back into his body. Thorne winced in pain from the blow landed on him earlier. He snarled angrily at Eintium and spat out some blood on the ground before he got to his knees.
Kalvin remained attentive as Thorne picked himself up. The moment Thorne got on both his legs, he immediately threw a barrage of punches at Eintium, sending him flying towards a tree. Immediately two legs extended from his back and tore through his shirt. He then made use of these two legs to kick himself away from colliding into the tree.
Thorne wasn't eager to give his opponent any time to rest. The moment he noticed Eintium recovering back on his feet, he grabbed a large stone on the ground and bolted towards his enemy. Relentlessly, he smashed the stone into Eintium's face, shattering his mask, sending blood gushing out his nose.
Thorne got the job done in a mere one and half seconds, but it was enough for Kalvin to meticulously study his every move.Gasping for breath, Eintum struggled to keep his distance from Thorne, but it was all for naught. Thorne had the ability of superspeed.
"Y-You traitor! The guild wont let you off!" threatened Eintium, wiping the blood from his face. Thorne chuckled to himself. It was a dark cynical chuckle, as he awaited for Eintium to pick himself up.
Eintium summoned five hands on his back pushed himself up, returning into his battle stance in no time.
"You'll regret ever messing with me, Thorne!" yelled Eintium.
As Kalvin observed the battle he was also, at the same time, trying to figure out how these two men are able to employ their magic abilities at such ease. Kalvin closed his eyes for a moment to focus his mind when suddenly, a little finger sprouted out from his palm. It was Eintium's magic! Kalvin looked unemotionally at the finger he had summoned, as if he wasn't surprised at his rapid acquirement of this new, unique ability.
Eintium began to sprout more limbs from his body, but Thorne had given up on giving his opponent anymore chances. Using the blood stained stone gripped firmly in his right hand, Thorne charged towards the "limb" mage once more and attempted to thrust the stone into his eye. However Eintium successfully managed to grab hold of Thorne's hand just moments before it reached its target. Thorne seethed in frustration.
"Nice try," sneered Eintium. Suddenly another figure, darting at an extreme speed, appeared behind Eintium. Before Eintium could turn around, a sharp tree branch pierced through his neck. He choked desperately as blood oozed out his mouth. He collapsed onto the ground, motionless as he wheezed his last breath.
Thorne glanced in bewilderment at his 'saviour'. It was Kalvin, whose eyes locked coldly onto the man he had just saved. Puzzled, Thorne decided to turn his attention to this mysterious character who had just killed his foe. The frosty glare in Kalvin's eyes reminded Thorne of a phantom.
"Who are you, kid? You're way up past your bedtime," Thorne said. Kalvin did not answer and instead, reached for the branch that was sticking out from the back of Eintium's neck.
"I said, who are you? What are you doing here?" asked Thorne, growing more impatient. Kalvin still did not answer, and forcefully yanked the branch out from the dead man's neck.
Before Thorne could speak another word, Kalvin lunged the branch at his left shoulder. Thorne had made a quick sidestep before it was too late and had only sustained a minor scratch.
"Who the hell are you!?" demanded Thorne once more. Suddenly there was an ear-splitting thunderclap followed by a devastating whirwind which blew across the forest.
In a flash of lightning, the two men engaged in a fierce battle.
Kalvin and Thorne whizzed frantically as they evaded each other's strikes. Moving at such astouding speeds, even a single blink of an eye would lead to a painful demise. The storm began to brew even more furiously and dark clouds started to gather, depriving the land of the moonlight. Thorne had lost his vision of his opponent completely.
The battle ended with Thorne, lying at the feet of Kalvin with the same branch pierced through his chest. When light rays suddenly started to pierce through the shadowy cloud cover, Kalvin looked to the skies. He saw colourful orbs of light swirling in the night's sky.
Avemorph Forest
[Kalvin Clarke]
Kalvin peered through the bushes, remaining motionless in his spot. Kalvin had always returned to Avemorph Forest with the hope of finding the clues that will lead him to the answer to the question that never left his mind: Who am I?
Kalvin has lived with his foster parents for three years now and he was always praised for being a "prodigy" for his inconceivable speed in learning by observance. In mere seconds, he would have attained the highest level of competence in an art simply by watching a master demonstrate his talents. Kalvin however, never once smiled whenever anyone praised him. He was cold, like a robot.
In the midst of the forest exists a wide, empty patch of grass - the perfect place for a duel. The enchanted radiance emanating from the full moon shone onto two figures standing in the centre of this plot of grass. One wears a mask which conceals his entire face and another clad in just common civilian clothes. Kalvin observed silently in the shadows as the two men both took a step closer to each other.
"Hello traitor. We meet again," said the man in the mask. His eyes behind the mask seem to sparkle at every word.
"Leave me alone Eintium, I dont want to have anything more to do with that guild," replied the other man, his fists clenched in fury of the man standing before him.
"Of course you wouldnt," said Eintium. "Not after you managed to get yourself a big bounty after the completion of that mission now, huh? Don't you find yourself a little immoral? Using the guild to obtain missions and once you've earned enough money, you just leave without saying goodbye.. You self-centered ingrate.. I really pity you..," continued Eintium in a calm, yet intimidatory manner.
Suddenly the man in civilian clothing vanished in front of Kalvin's eyes. The next thing Kalvin and the knew, the man was clutching tightly at the Eintium's throat. Kalvin squinted - it was Superspeed magic.
"I warned you, Thorne," voiced Eintium, as the man's fingers squeezed harder on his neck, forcing him to take a few steps back.
Without warning, an arm sprouted out from Eintium's abdomen giving Thorne a hefty punch at his ribs. Thorne instantly freed his assailant's neck and collapsed onto the forest floor.
"It's pointless to run away from the Mercenary Mages, Thorne," growled menacingly. The strange, brawly arm which spawned from Eintium's abdomen recoiled back into his body. Thorne winced in pain from the blow landed on him earlier. He snarled angrily at Eintium and spat out some blood on the ground before he got to his knees.
Kalvin remained attentive as Thorne picked himself up. The moment Thorne got on both his legs, he immediately threw a barrage of punches at Eintium, sending him flying towards a tree. Immediately two legs extended from his back and tore through his shirt. He then made use of these two legs to kick himself away from colliding into the tree.
Thorne wasn't eager to give his opponent any time to rest. The moment he noticed Eintium recovering back on his feet, he grabbed a large stone on the ground and bolted towards his enemy. Relentlessly, he smashed the stone into Eintium's face, shattering his mask, sending blood gushing out his nose.
Thorne got the job done in a mere one and half seconds, but it was enough for Kalvin to meticulously study his every move.Gasping for breath, Eintum struggled to keep his distance from Thorne, but it was all for naught. Thorne had the ability of superspeed.
"Y-You traitor! The guild wont let you off!" threatened Eintium, wiping the blood from his face. Thorne chuckled to himself. It was a dark cynical chuckle, as he awaited for Eintium to pick himself up.
Eintium summoned five hands on his back pushed himself up, returning into his battle stance in no time.
"You'll regret ever messing with me, Thorne!" yelled Eintium.
As Kalvin observed the battle he was also, at the same time, trying to figure out how these two men are able to employ their magic abilities at such ease. Kalvin closed his eyes for a moment to focus his mind when suddenly, a little finger sprouted out from his palm. It was Eintium's magic! Kalvin looked unemotionally at the finger he had summoned, as if he wasn't surprised at his rapid acquirement of this new, unique ability.
Eintium began to sprout more limbs from his body, but Thorne had given up on giving his opponent anymore chances. Using the blood stained stone gripped firmly in his right hand, Thorne charged towards the "limb" mage once more and attempted to thrust the stone into his eye. However Eintium successfully managed to grab hold of Thorne's hand just moments before it reached its target. Thorne seethed in frustration.
"Nice try," sneered Eintium. Suddenly another figure, darting at an extreme speed, appeared behind Eintium. Before Eintium could turn around, a sharp tree branch pierced through his neck. He choked desperately as blood oozed out his mouth. He collapsed onto the ground, motionless as he wheezed his last breath.
Thorne glanced in bewilderment at his 'saviour'. It was Kalvin, whose eyes locked coldly onto the man he had just saved. Puzzled, Thorne decided to turn his attention to this mysterious character who had just killed his foe. The frosty glare in Kalvin's eyes reminded Thorne of a phantom.
"Who are you, kid? You're way up past your bedtime," Thorne said. Kalvin did not answer and instead, reached for the branch that was sticking out from the back of Eintium's neck.
"I said, who are you? What are you doing here?" asked Thorne, growing more impatient. Kalvin still did not answer, and forcefully yanked the branch out from the dead man's neck.
Before Thorne could speak another word, Kalvin lunged the branch at his left shoulder. Thorne had made a quick sidestep before it was too late and had only sustained a minor scratch.
"Who the hell are you!?" demanded Thorne once more. Suddenly there was an ear-splitting thunderclap followed by a devastating whirwind which blew across the forest.
In a flash of lightning, the two men engaged in a fierce battle.
Kalvin and Thorne whizzed frantically as they evaded each other's strikes. Moving at such astouding speeds, even a single blink of an eye would lead to a painful demise. The storm began to brew even more furiously and dark clouds started to gather, depriving the land of the moonlight. Thorne had lost his vision of his opponent completely.
The battle ended with Thorne, lying at the feet of Kalvin with the same branch pierced through his chest. When light rays suddenly started to pierce through the shadowy cloud cover, Kalvin looked to the skies. He saw colourful orbs of light swirling in the night's sky.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Chapter 2: Birth of Atrocity
1st January 5547
Exactly 8 years before the descent of Omnipotence
Avemorph Forest
Waking up in a the middle of a sunlit forest, a young boy crawled to his feet. He was stark naked. The boy does not remember anything of his past. He looked around and noticed a little black cat a few paces away from him, looking in his direction. He tilted his head slightly to his right, studying the critter. The cat then started to scamper towards him.
"What is this furry little creature?" thought the boy silently to himself.
The cat stroked its fur onto his ankle, purring softly. The boy, being of ten years of age, picked up the innocent looking cat and caressed it. The cat continued to purred gently when suddenly it let out a loud yelp. This boy whom it assumed was lost, lonely and lily-white was remorselessly squeezing its neck and paws.
Avemorph Forest
Waking up in a the middle of a sunlit forest, a young boy crawled to his feet. He was stark naked. The boy does not remember anything of his past. He looked around and noticed a little black cat a few paces away from him, looking in his direction. He tilted his head slightly to his right, studying the critter. The cat then started to scamper towards him.
"What is this furry little creature?" thought the boy silently to himself.
The cat stroked its fur onto his ankle, purring softly. The boy, being of ten years of age, picked up the innocent looking cat and caressed it. The cat continued to purred gently when suddenly it let out a loud yelp. This boy whom it assumed was lost, lonely and lily-white was remorselessly squeezing its neck and paws.
The cat unleashed a fury of swipes on the boy's arm, scratching his skin until he bled. It scowled in agony, noticing the cold look in his beady eyes that were like two ominous black holes. He glared back at it keenly, as if observing the little feline desperately struggling to free itself from his clutches. The boy only squeezed harder, only to withdraw a last breath from the poor creature.
"Interesting, it has stopped moving," the boy thought to himself. He appeared to ignore the wounds the cat had left on his arm.
The boy dropped the carcass onto the grass below and watched for awhile, waiting to see whether the cat would pick itself up and run away. Instead, it remained motionless.
Soon, a group of hunters from a nearby village found the boy and took him with them to their village. There, he was adopted by Dan and Irene Clarke, an old couple who took pity on the boy who has lost his memories. They took him in and named him Kalvin.
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