Dueling With Darkness

By: Phoenix Ride

Ch.1: A Wizard's Rage

Cold eyes watched as thunder roared, staring into the depths of a crystal ball, that stood still, clutched in a dragon's hand. The hand was made of dark grey stone, carved into the floor of this wicked temple where Asteroth and his ancestors had ruled for years.

Asteroth, the dreaded Lord of the Red Dragon, and heir to the Dark Zone throne, was once known as the powerful wizard in the magical realms. But now, all that great power was lost, and the sorcerer could do nothing but revel in the despair of his defeats.

The crystal orb revealed all, displaying the moments like movies in its mist.

There went the time he had taken the throne from Prince Borg, humiliatingly brought to end by the assistance of some feathered fowl. Those same irksome creatures had interfered once again, when Asteroth appeared to take revenge by destroying their world.

It was during that second attempt that his amulet had been destroyed and his power lost. Now, he could no longer cast very deadly spells, and his rule for dominance was gone. Now, only one person could dare lead the Dark Zone.

"Troubles brother?" said a nasty voice, sneaking in.

Asteroth turned to see his younger sibling suddenly enter the room, his blue eyes frozen like ice, and hair as black as Asteroth's beard.

"Ramo" said Asteroth, looking towards his brother " come to laugh at an old man's fate."

"Don't insult me brother" said Ramo mockingly " even though your ignorant and powerless I'll love you still. You were the one who left to conquer the dimensions alone. Overconfidence…this is why you were destined to fail."

"Father always did admire your talents best" growled Asteroth in his throat " but victory would have been mine if not for these beasts getting in my way."

"Yes" said Ramo, looking towards the crystal orb " the ducks. Such a pity that you have no power left to take revenge, especially against the one drake that was responsible for both of your fails."

With that said, Asteroth looked back at the orb, seeing what his brother meant. The grey-feathered fowl wielding a sword, he was the one responsible for both of his defeats. He was the one who had taken Asteroth's power from him. He was the one the sorcerer should kill.

"Yes him" growled Asteroth to his brother with disdain " he's the one who should suffer dearly for my pain, but, like you said brother, I no longer have the power to take my revenge."

"But I do" said Ramo, smirking evilly " if it would please you brother, I can help you get your revenge."

"Really?" said Asteroth, a bit skeptical about the deal " You would…destroy him for me?"

"Destroy him" said Ramo vaguely " or…have him serve us."