Chapter 12 Burden of Power
Tiamat´s heads stared at him for a few moments, her gaze held him in place. "Who are you?" she finally began to speak. Her voice was not overpowering or roaring like Arashmiel had anticipated, fitting her massive form and power. No, it was soft and feminine, and seemed strangely mismatched on her.
Arashmield took his baret from his head, fell to one knee and bowed before her. "I am called Arashmiel" he simply answered.
His power would get him nowhere here. He was sure, if she wanted to, she could easily finish him, just like he had finished the treemite. He did not try to teleport, she would easily counter it, of that he was sure, he did not want to do anything to provoke her. And he highly doubted he could outsmart or lie to her. And if neither brawn nor brain worked, he had only one weapon: manners.
If she was pleased with his answer and gesture, he was not sure, but atleast he was still there to ponder about that.
"I now just have your name, but who is Arashmiel? And why do you trespass? I feel immense power from you, are you here to fight with my children?" "No, I have no ill intend towards the proud race of dragons. I did not mean to trespass and I did not mean to offend you or your children, honored dragon. I came here on accident." "I felt your intrusion. To shift space like that takes great power. Do you mean to say that it was a mistake?" The dragons began to roar and discuss among themselves, some even called him liar and intruder. But he did say nothing, just waited patiently. "Silence" Tiamat said sternly. And eventough she had not raised her voice, her voice overpowered the angry roars of the surrounding dragons. Her voice is definitly not normal. "Explain." "Yes. I used teleport to escape, and found myself here." "Escape? With your power you could even fight my children. Did you perhaps encounter a demon lord?"
Great commotion broke out as the dragons began to roar once more. And eventough Tiamat had not raised her voice, Arashmiel could slightly hear her anger in her voice. Apparently dragons and demons were enemies. `I am just glad that I am not one of the demonic races.´
"No, I fled from humans", Arashmiel said after Tiamat had calmed the dragons once more. "Humans?" "Yes, I did not want to kill them needlessly, so I retreated by teleporting." "You fled rather then fighting. Unusual. No, for a someone like you, it might be the reasonable solution." "I did not want to kill needlessly. Eventough they summoned me to this world..." "Summoned to this world?" Tiamat interrupted him. Her voice gave her surprise away. Arashmiel could feel her piercing gaze upon himself, but he was not sure if that was a good sign or not. "Interesting. A flicker of interesting indeed" she murmured to herself.
"Tell me, before you reached this world, have you met someone?" `Before reaching this world?´ He thought for a moment. No, no one came to his mind. He sat on the throne inside Yggdrasil and the next moment, he was in this world. `Does she know how I got here? Does she know a way back?´ "You do not have to answer" Tiamat said, apparently she already knew his answer. And for a moment, she closed her eyes and was deep in thought.
Arashmiel knew, she was deciding what to do with him.
"I admit, you have piqued my interest, worldtraveller named Arashmiel. You came into the dragon valley uninvited and unwanted, but apparently with no illintend. That I do not hold against you. The young nameless child behind you owes you her life. For that you have my gratitude. The blood that has not been spilled and a life that has not been lost form an oath that can not be broken and testify a debt that can not be repaid." `That´s good right?´ Arashmiel thought to himself and hope raised in him. Apparently he had done nothing to displease her. "Yet, your power is a weight that I can not ignore. Balance has to be uphold, this is the way since the dawn of creation."
Immense power gathered around her.
"Please wait!" Arashmiel shouted, but he knew, she had already made her decision. "Please, atleast answer me one question, is there really no way back for me? Back to my world?" Tiamat´s eyes stared at him for a moment, but the gathering of power never stopped. "No. This world is special. It is easy to call someone from outside into this world. It was created this way, but why or how, that I do not know. This is knowledge from the dawn of the beginning, a time where even I was not in existance, and I am older than the mountains that surround us. But to send someone back would need power that surpasses even mine."
He began so smile, defeated. `So there is really no way back for me, huh? To be summonend, to end in jail and then to die, what a short trip in my new life.´ He glanced at Tiamat and balled his fists. He could not win, but would not wait. He would not die like a sheep waiting for the butcher.
He jumped backwards away from her and midair drew his weapon and shield. When he landed, he began to prepare himself.
"[Paramina] blaze!"
With a deafining thunderclap power gathered around him and thick green aura formed around him.
"[Judgement: Destruction]"
Divine wrath gathered in his blade.
"[Stigmata]"
The stigmata on his body began to bleed. The blood quickly flowed on his sword and shield, increasing their power.
"[Legion Overlord]"
A blue ghostly siluette of a warrior clad in armor layed over his form, with a big blue circle hovering behind himself. The circle was surrounded by seven symbols, each indicating one of the [Legion Shards].
"Mag Cul Nos Poe Dan Nobis Erit Usqeue Ad, [Godstrike]"
His blade began to shine.
More spells he did not use, simply because he had no time left. Whatever it was that Tiamat was trying to do, he worried that he would not make it, if he would cast another spell.
The dragons around him roared and gathered power on their own, but Tiamat stopped them. "No, children. You are not to interfere." Then she turned to Arashmiel. "You want to fight?" "The spices of life are the sweetness of love and the joy of battle" he answered, excitement thick in his voice, excitement that he did not bother to supress, for this was all that kept him from running away, eventough he knew that would do him no good. "A very good answer. Keep your iron will, for that is the path to greatness."
Arashmiel was aware that he does not have a chance to win, but he would fight. He prayed to the gods of Baal for a last time. "Valhalla awaits!" Then he charged at the goddess in front of him.
"Farewell, worldtraveller named Arashmiel." She opened her mouths and each of them released a shockwave. All five shockwaves approached him with intense speed that gave him almost no time to defend himself, and made impossible to evade.
Arashmiel concentrated everything on his raised shield. `I´m coming home.´
Then everything turned dark.
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His combatlog?
Goddess Tiamat hits you with [Breath of the Beginning].
[Legion Overlord] has been broken.
[Paramina (Blaze)] has been broken.
[Judgement: Destruction] has been broken.
[Stigmata] has been broken.
Warning. (Lea, Palm of Protection) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Ambra, Fist of Fury) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Silvertaurus (right)) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Silvertaurus (left)) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Astil Manuscript) has been destroyed.
Warning. The set (The Blue Beast) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Onyxleather Harness) has been destroyed
Warning. (Chain of the Scorched Bones) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Cloak of Shaed) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Jeweled Signet of Melandrus) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Liadrin´s Fury) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Horn of Valor) has been destroyed.
Warning. (Memento of Angerboda) has been destroyed.
Your hp reach zero. You die.
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When Arashmiel opened his eyes again, a woman calmly smiled at him.
