You Are The Only One That Understands

Lightning sizzled through the air as a Guild swordsman fell over on his back, and groaned, smoke curling in a wisp around his chest. The other swordsman all held back, warily eyeing the cheeky Will user, the golden blades above his head pointing at them.

Beside him, Theresa blankly stared at the men, eyeing them with a well disguised flash of contempt. How she detested them. Weak simpletons.

Garth grinned. "Who's next?" He cracked his knuckles for added effect, energy humming between his fingers.

One Guildsman raised his hand stupidly, and for his troubles was quickly impaled on a blade.

Garth laughed. "I don't think the rest of you are quite so stupid."

Two swordsman roared, and ran at the wizard. Suddenly they just melted, and their skeletons collapsed on the ground. Garth smirked. "Guess you are."

The two swordsman stood shoulder to shoulder, scowling. One then drew his pistol quickly, and fired randomly. Garth prepared to deflect the bullet when he saw Theresa suddenly take a step back, instinctively holding her shoulder.

Next instant the two swordsman suddenly were thrown off the ground and into the air, and soon Garth could not even see the flailing bodies in the air.

He turned to Theresa. "That was powerful magic there."

Theresa glanced at him. "Garth, it would be ill advised to continue on this topic."

She turned to leave, but Garth stepped in front of her. "But that was completely Will! I'm interested in that power!"

Theresa, surprisingly, laughed, lightly though. It was still very strange. "Garth, the first person to say that was killed by my brother."

Garth smirked. "Protective brother?"

Theresa shook her head. "My brother had actually intended killed Twinblade before he realized that I was with Twinblade."

Garth put a huge eyebrow up. "I thought the Hero Chicken Chaser killed Twinblade for justice."

Theresa held a knowing smile. "Chicken Chaser did defeat Twinblade, but in the night, when the boasting was done, and the world knowing, the Hero returned in the night. But it wasn't the Hero that murdered Twinblade, it was my brother that let the blade fall."

Garth bit his lip. "Theresa, Chicken Chaser lived 500 years ago."

Theresa smiled. "You've spent more than your average span traversing your home sands too. So has Reaver for that matter."

Theresa looked to the sky. "My brother did many things, most of them as the legendary hero of Chicken Chaser. But there was the noble selfless Chicken Chaser, and my little brother, passionate and vengeful. He was a human being too, just one with the power to cover up all his flaws. My brother was a very emotion-based and whim fulfilling being, which caused him to marry a girl from his old village. That same character caused him to strike his pregnant wife and kill her."

Garth gulped. She might have been lying, but all this information about his hero….

Theresa smiled. "Anybody that caught a hint of his flaws was either executed, or bribed. And anyone that escaped just thought of the Will corrupting him." (1)

Theresa looked to the moon. "The Will binds us, it shapes us, it gives us power, and in the end, it destroys us."

Garth looked at his hand on instinct, his glowing veins clearly visible. Theresa smiled again. "Already you feel the pains? I have for nearly 400 years, as well as my brother half-way into his life, as does Sparrow a mile to the west."

Theresa's blind eyes were suddenly filled with a hazy image of Sparrow descending onto a bed beside Hammer, and she knew that the two were in love, merely from their motions. It was not far into the future too.

Theresa looked to Garth. "We must hurry to Sparrow and Hammer."

Garth nodded. "To help them?"

Theresa lightly shook her head. "To separate them before they do something to unhinge their future."

To her, it was critical they not bring forth a child. Sparrow must marry the right woman.

And nothing was to stop her plan.

1: Trust me, there is no way that story idea is passing me by.