HeartBorn
Thunder crashed. Lightning flashed as I fled up the east tower. He was hot on my foot, and he was faster. No one stood in my way. If any guards from the town below tried to stop me, they were cut down. They never stood a chance against a blade master. But he was a different story. No one had ever been able to track me as long as he had, for I thought I was too good. Now I ran, like a rat hiding from the angry butcher. I finally reached the tower bridge, the one thing that connected the east and west towers together. On the bottom of the west tower stood my operative, and if I could only reach him, then I could lose this man. I was halfway across the bridge when he showed his powers. I heard a streaking of a flying object, and the familiar sound of a fire burning. As I ducked, the fireball streaked over my head, and shattered the passageway into the west tower. With nowhere else to go, I turned, facing him with Morrowblight in my hand. Morrowblight, my sword which had lasted me all these years, was abut to have it's most bloodiest fight ever.
Rain poured on top of my combatant, and me, and spray from Deaths Falls, the waterfall, blew into our faces. It was just another duel. I've never lost a duel before. But then again, I never fought someone using a hammer before either. We circled each other, scanning the other for a weakness, or a sign of feebleness. I found his, and struck like lightning. Although my blade struck home, he showed no sings of pain, or bleeding for that matter. Where I struck him would have killed any man, except for him. He swung his hammer, and the blow sent me flying back into the west tower, leaving a sizeable hole. Now I bled, and it hurt. I stood up, unshaken and continued my massive assault. As if mocking me, every blow struck flesh, and every blow should have slain him. A man without fear knows nothing but the joy of killing. But for once, I felt that my life was at stake here. As I continued my assault, eventually he threw me off balance, by sidestepping my blade and clapping me on the back of the neck. The blow didn't hurt, but the magical energy he channeled through did. I fell, my flesh burning. Again I stood up, but it was endgame, and he was winning. With a sudden charge, he slammed me into the west tower with a force of a charging bull. By the time I stood up, I saw him swing that hammer. It struck my hand, sending Morrowblight out of my grasp, and with a few fireballs as assistance, he send it far off, toward the icy crags. Now weaponless, I was easy prey.
The man was enjoying every minute of this fight, and although his face was hidden, I pictured a devilish grin covering his face. Striding over, he lifted me by the neck, and watched in delight as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Smashing the side rail of one side of the bridge with my body, he was now holding my body high over the sharp rocks called Death's teeth, at the bottom of Death's falls. As his grip tightened, in a gruff deep voice he softly, almost lovingly said, "Goodbye, brother.". With that, he squeezed and twisted all in the same movement, completely snapping my neck around in it's socket. Like a child swats an ant away, he hefted my carcass up, and flung it over the bridge, straight down into the teeth. It was a sickening crunch as I hit the sharpest tooth of all, and my armor broke of in tattered pieces of metal. Regan, the blade master, who's name was feared in all of the land, was dead.
But then again, why was I breathing?
End of chapter 1
Thunder crashed. Lightning flashed as I fled up the east tower. He was hot on my foot, and he was faster. No one stood in my way. If any guards from the town below tried to stop me, they were cut down. They never stood a chance against a blade master. But he was a different story. No one had ever been able to track me as long as he had, for I thought I was too good. Now I ran, like a rat hiding from the angry butcher. I finally reached the tower bridge, the one thing that connected the east and west towers together. On the bottom of the west tower stood my operative, and if I could only reach him, then I could lose this man. I was halfway across the bridge when he showed his powers. I heard a streaking of a flying object, and the familiar sound of a fire burning. As I ducked, the fireball streaked over my head, and shattered the passageway into the west tower. With nowhere else to go, I turned, facing him with Morrowblight in my hand. Morrowblight, my sword which had lasted me all these years, was abut to have it's most bloodiest fight ever.
Rain poured on top of my combatant, and me, and spray from Deaths Falls, the waterfall, blew into our faces. It was just another duel. I've never lost a duel before. But then again, I never fought someone using a hammer before either. We circled each other, scanning the other for a weakness, or a sign of feebleness. I found his, and struck like lightning. Although my blade struck home, he showed no sings of pain, or bleeding for that matter. Where I struck him would have killed any man, except for him. He swung his hammer, and the blow sent me flying back into the west tower, leaving a sizeable hole. Now I bled, and it hurt. I stood up, unshaken and continued my massive assault. As if mocking me, every blow struck flesh, and every blow should have slain him. A man without fear knows nothing but the joy of killing. But for once, I felt that my life was at stake here. As I continued my assault, eventually he threw me off balance, by sidestepping my blade and clapping me on the back of the neck. The blow didn't hurt, but the magical energy he channeled through did. I fell, my flesh burning. Again I stood up, but it was endgame, and he was winning. With a sudden charge, he slammed me into the west tower with a force of a charging bull. By the time I stood up, I saw him swing that hammer. It struck my hand, sending Morrowblight out of my grasp, and with a few fireballs as assistance, he send it far off, toward the icy crags. Now weaponless, I was easy prey.
The man was enjoying every minute of this fight, and although his face was hidden, I pictured a devilish grin covering his face. Striding over, he lifted me by the neck, and watched in delight as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Smashing the side rail of one side of the bridge with my body, he was now holding my body high over the sharp rocks called Death's teeth, at the bottom of Death's falls. As his grip tightened, in a gruff deep voice he softly, almost lovingly said, "Goodbye, brother.". With that, he squeezed and twisted all in the same movement, completely snapping my neck around in it's socket. Like a child swats an ant away, he hefted my carcass up, and flung it over the bridge, straight down into the teeth. It was a sickening crunch as I hit the sharpest tooth of all, and my armor broke of in tattered pieces of metal. Regan, the blade master, who's name was feared in all of the land, was dead.
But then again, why was I breathing?
End of chapter 1