Ceril was wandering. He didn't know where he was, but it was dry and cool and he wished he could just sit down and rest. But there was something nagging in his mind, something that was far too important to ignore. If only he could remember something...
He was hearing a sound, or many sounds, somewhere nearby, but no matter how far he walked, it never grew louder. It was so hard to think clearly. He tried to concentrate all his awareness on that strange noise, but his mind clouded up. The ground lurched, and he was on his knees, and his arms and ribs hurt. But the noise was louder.
He had to remember, it was important! Something had happened, or was happening, and he had to be there. Pain swirled through his head and he dropped forward onto his hands. What was it? There was someone...
"Adonai," he wispered to the sand beneath his palms, and suddenly he recognized the noise. The clashing and ripping and screaming and bellowing grew louder and a light blazed brightly in the distance over his shoulder.
"Adonai," he whispered again, pulling himself up and facing the light. He took a step forward and pain ripped down his back.
Gasping and almost sobbing from the agony in his bones, he staggered on toward the sounds of battle and disappeared into the light.
Post by Christian Soldier on Nov 5, 2007 4:50:35 GMT -5
Gra'el's sights was narrowed down until all he could see or think about was his prey. He split the skull of one creature and roared his defiance. His enemies formed a circle around him. He crouched low, prepared to counter attack when necessary. His feral instincts screamed to attack, but something was wrong. Up until this moment, they had simply fallen before him, now they were planning something.
Gra'el's eyes narrowed. It was as if-- They charged and all though was obliterated in the heat of battle. One swing took out four of them, but before he could move on, something jumped onto his back. His heart raced as he reached back and struggled to dislodge the small target, but it dug in its claws. *Crack* A sharp pain flared from the back of his head, and his world went white.
You can't kill me, I'm already dead!
[br]This is the martyr's cry!
Gwelx dispatched another enemy in a single swing. The old man glanced around, he saw Gra'el in his half dragon form fall to the ground in the middle of a circle of enemies. And he couldn't Teya anywhere.
Gwelx turned back to the battle before him barely blocking a sword from a foe. He sneered and hacked at the skeletion beast before him. The beast blocked it and grinned. Gwelx steped back as the creature unleashed a round of blows. Gwelx then counter attacked relieveing the beast of an arm.
Gwelx saw his advantage then lept into the air and landed behind the beast and cut him in half. The bones fell to the ground and turned into dust.
Gwelx gazed around, something was amiss, something dark was happening he could feel it in the air. He saw a clearing and lept towards, when he landed he saw a bright white light, but what was it?
Gwelx ran towards the light. He squinted at the light trying to make out where it came from. Gwelx slowed to a quick walk as he reached the top of a sand dune. He looked behind him, the skeleton people were everywhere, and Telion’s men looked tired. Gwelx then turned and faced the new peril ahead of him. The bright light was coming from the bottom of the dune and there laid Gra’el in his dragon form. Next to Gra’el lay Teya and Ceril, all three unconscious. Gwelx started down the dune slowly, not sure if a trap lay at the bottom. As he walked the light vanished and was replaced by Elosa. Gwelx stopped and watched, she bent down next to Ceril and poured something into his mouth. She then did the same to Gra’el and Teya. As soon as Gwelx saw Elosa he had started running down the dune, but just as he was about to reach Elosa, who was next to Teya, the ground shook. Gwelx stumbled and fell. When he got up, his eyes met Gra’el’s huge dragon eyes. “Gra’el, you’re alright!” shouted Gwelx. Gra’el turned his head to the side and growled, “How dare you call me that name! I am not Gra’el; I am Sil’Lithan, servant of the great, powerful, and beautiful Elosa.” Gra’el moved closer to Gwelx, “And because you have tried to kill her, I am going to kill you.” “But I’m you fri-” Gwelx was cut off by the roar of Gra’el. The old man drew his sword and held his staff in his other hand. Gra’el growled then opened his mouth releasing a fury of fire. Gwelx jumped to the side, the fire singeing the side of his cloak. Gwelx began to circle Gra’el trying to figure out what to do, he didn’t want to kill Gra’el nor hurt him. “Gra’el, what is wrong with you? Why are you attacking me? I’m your friend!” shouted Gwelx. Gwelx watched Gra’el closely who then spoke as if he were half asleep, “I am Sil’Lithan, servant of the great, powerful, and beautiful Elosa. I do as she says.” Gwelx slowly continued his circle around Gra’el, and then the dragon whipped his tail around to hit the old man. Gwelx jumped and dogging the tail. Gwelx looked around for Elosa; she was smiling with her hands clasped together. A thought struck Gwelx, kill Elosa. The old man bolted towards Elosa, but Gra’el saw where Gwelx had looked and was after the man in seconds. Gwelx felt the ground rumble again, and watched as Ceril and Teya stood up from where they lay on the ground behind Elosa. They went and stood beside Elosa and waited, the queen said something and both rushed towards Gwelx. Gwelx looked to the right at Gra’el, the dragon pounced on Gwelx. However, the old man was too quick. He leapt out of the way, rolled, and then stood up. Gra’el took a second to recover his long jump, and in that moment Gwelx ran his sword into the dragon’s foreleg hoping to slow the beast. Gra’el roared in pain and frustration. While Gra’el was hurting, Gwelx continued his charge at Elosa. Gwelx was however delayed again, by the oncoming Ceril and Teya. Teya drew her bow back and fired an arrow at Gwelx. The old man shouted some word of magic and the arrow froze in its tracks and fell to the ground. Teya fired arrow after arrow unable to hit the old man. Gwelx looked behind him, Gra’el was after him again. The old man glanced back at the two humans, Ceril was about to reach him. Gwelx turned back to Gra’el, the dragon was almost on top of him. Gwelx threw out his hand at Gra’el and shouted; the dragon flew through the air away from Gwelx and landed angrily in the sand. Gwelx then whirled around to face Ceril. Ceril swung first and the blades met with a loud clash. Gwelx then countered aiming at Ceril’s feet, but the boy jumped over the sweeping blade. However, just as he landed Gwelx brought his staff across Ceril’s cheek. The boy fell to the ground, blood running down his nose. The old man made a quick dash away from Ceril, to met by Teya who stood a few paces away. She stood before him, tiny and innocent looking. She sneered, then raising her hands into the air screamed. The ground shook and at least two dozen stones came out of the sand. She laughed and threw her hands at Gwelx. The stones flew towards him. Gwelx dogged one rock and stopped another with magic; but the third crashed into his side knocking the wind out of him. He fell to the ground; he felt several more rocks hit him in the back before the volley stopped. When it did, he rolled over and stood up slowly. He looked around. Ceril, Teya, and Gra’el all stood with Elosa. How can I stop them? There are four of them and one of me? I need to kill Elosa; but how? Gwelx limped forward slowly, he watched Elosa giggle then tell her new slaves something. Ceril, Teya, and Gra’el marched forward. A thought struck Gwelx as he walked. Yes he would do it. Gwelx ran forward, this would take all his strength. He stopped just a few feet from the enemy; he dropped his sword and then drove his staff into the ground. He spoke a few magical words then spread his arms out and screamed. His staff burst into light, the light was so bright it made him close his eyes. He heard Elosa scream in terror. Gwelx turned his face upward and shouted, “Adonia!” Gwelx could feel the poison running through his veins. This would be the end of the road. Memories flooded his mind, some beautiful and others horrific. But he knew the reward was worth the cost. Gwelx felt his head begin to swim, and then indescribable pain ran through his body, he screamed and fell to the ground, all went black.
Ceril blinked, he glanced around. Teya was standing next to him, and Gra’el was next to her. He shook his head; he looked at the sword in his hand. What have I been doing? Ceril turned around and saw Elosa on her knees on the ground with tears running down her face. She was muttering something, but he couldn’t understand her. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, everything came back, the battle, the dragon, him being captured, and even his enchantment and the fight with Gwelx. He turned towards Teya, “Let’s end this.” Teya blinked quickly then looked at Gra’el and Elosa, “Yes, this must end.” Gra’el growled, “By Adonia lets rid the world of this foul monster.” Ceril and the others turned towards Elosa. The stood and stopped before her not sure what to do. They didn’t want to kill her in cold blood. She glanced up at them then yelled, “Fools, kill him! Kill Gwelx the old fool!” Ceril knelt down next to her, “No, we are here for you.” She shrieked and jumped up, “Never, I will not die this way or be take prisoner. I am Elosa, queen of nations. I’ll never fall!” Ceril took a step closer towards her to kill her but was stopped by a commanding voice, “Stop Ceril, I will finish her.” Ceril turned around and saw a tall figure, majestic in form, and held the air of a king. It was Adonia. Adonia stepped forward, “She has caused much pain and sorrow for worthless praise and power.” He walked up to the queen, sword in hand, “You have much to answer for, but I offer you a choice. Retire your throne, release your slaves, and forget your magic and I’ll let you live. But if you don’t, the penalty is death.” She wiped a tear from her cheek, “You offer me peace with one hand and hold a sword in the other. Fool, do you think I’ll give up my throne for reconciliation with you? I HATE you!” She drew a long sword, and lunged at Adonia with a quick side stroke. Adonia easily blocked it and let her dance around as she battered at his defenses. But she couldn’t have laid a finger on him unless he had let her. Adonia blocked a few more stokes then with the twist of his wrist and a quick slash sent Elosa’s sword sailing through the air. Elosa fell to her knees; Adonia stepped forward and looked her in the eyes. “Be gone!” he shouted. The sand around her began to move until it looked like a whirlpool. Elosa screamed and her eyes looked frantically about. But with Adonia, she could do nothing. As soon as her scream had started the sand swallowed her up and Elosa the Queen was no more.
Ceril snapped out of his daze as he looked at Adonia who turned back towards them. The king walked towards him. Ceril looked at Teya and realized she was bowing. Ceril followed her example and knelt down before Adonia. “Rise faithful Oracles,” said Adonia. Ceril stood up, “Sir, what happened to us?” Adonia raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?” “Well, sir, we were enchanted or something, why couldn’t we resist the magic of Elosa?” Adonia smiled, “Ceril, there are some things your finite bodies cannot resist, and magic is one of them.” Ceril started to ask another question but Adonia put up his hand. “Now is not the time for questions. Two of the Blood Phantoms have been defeated, but five remain. This battle is over, but it is not without its sacrifices and loses. The tide has been lessened but not defeated, more is to come.” Adonia stopped and choked, “And an old friend is coming home because of his sacrifice for his friends.” Ceril looked at Adonia questioningly, “What do you mean?” Adonia let a tear roll down his cheek, “I mean Gwelx has saved you and lost himself.” Ceril’s eyes got wide and looked at Teya, but she wasn’t next to him, he glanced around. She was next to Gwelx’s body in the sand with Gra’el. Ceril rushed over to Gwelx and knelt down beside his mentor. “Gwelx?” he choked, “Can you hear me?” Gwelx’s eyes cracked open, “Ceril?” “Yes! Its me, I’m here,” answered Ceril. Gwelx lifted his head off he ground to look at him, “You’re safe. That is go-” Gwelx coughed and laid his head on the ground. “Gwelx!” The old man cracked his eyes open, “Yes Ceril?” “Don’t go. Stay, don’t leave me here without you,” sobbed Ceril. Gwelx shook his head, “It is too late, the moment I took on the poison I was doomed to die like you would have. It is time Ceril. I have lived a full and adventurous life; I have few regrets and many joys and one of those joys was training you. And then end is not like would have thought. I am excited to go, don’t morn for me. Goodbye Ceril, take care of the others.” Gwelx coughed again and grimaced. “Gra’el?” asked the old man. The dragon leaned his head over his friend’s body, a huge dragon tear fell. Gwelx gave one of his serious looks, “Gra’el old friend, don’t get these good kids into too much trouble. I trust you will be a good example…hopefully.” Gra’el gave a grim laugh, “I’ll try.” Gwelx turned his head to Teya, “My dear, keep these two boys in line for me. I’m afraid they’ll get into a lot of trouble other wise.” Teya smiled, “I will.” “Now, goodbye my fellow oracles, I’ll see you on the other side.” Gwelx went into a coughing fit, and then breathed his last. Gra’el raised his head into the air and gave a loud sorrowful roar. Ceril put his head in his hands, “I’m going to miss you Gwelx.”