Ugh! Writer's Block...
REVIEW REPLIES:
-Crimson Endings
Thank you! :D
Heh, the 'Worm' is disgusting, especially in the actual game. :) I screamed the first time I saw it, and that was around Midnight, I believe. He's a really cool villain though. :) Thanks for reading and reviewing! :D
-mozzi-girl
Aww! Thanks Molly! :D That means a lot, especially coming from you! :D Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Alright, just a fair warning, if you're expecting to play the game because of the way I'm wording things in the story, don't get upset when you discover that everything is at least a million times cooler and more difficult. Especially in this chapter. I decided to change some things around. Especially near the end; that doesn't happen at all in the game.
Thanks for reading! And hopefully you guys will like this chapter! :D
"Walter!" Mal shouted and jumped into the arena below. He ran to his friend but halted when he saw the damage.
Walter was suspended in the air with the help of a slimy, black liquid. It was slowly engulfing him as the old man cried out in pain.
Your friend is finished, Prince Malachi. And you will be too.
A loud creak filled the room. The large, bronze knights gripped scythes made entirely of gold, slowly removing their rusted feet from the stand they all guarded upon. One of the majestic knights threw his scythe upon the ground and a pillar of the same ooze trapping the soldier, covered the knight.
My army is unstoppable, Malachi.
From the side, two metallic, steam-punk birds, flew in, cawing. Their cries sounded like someone sliding a fork across a glass plate. Mal covered his ears and backed away.
You must fight alone. You will ALWAYS be alone. When it comes down to the final fight, you will be betrayed by your closest friends. Your armies will crumble underneath my wing.
"I...I thought I killed you," Mal hissed, dropping to his knees. The birds didn't stop their battle cries.
Silly Prince...You cannot kill a shadow.
The knights faced the cowering prince. Slowly, they began to walk towards their target, creaking with every step. One walked faster than the others, raising his scythe and getting ready to throw it down.
With the birds screaming and the darkness laughing at him, Mal figured it would be easiest to give up. He whimpered and threw his arm over his eyes, praying for the end to fall quickly.
It never came.
Mal waited minutes before deciding to look. Instead of gazing upon a killer knight statue, he was looking up at a woman; the blind Seer, Theresa.
"Death is not your destiny today," she whispered calmly and extended her hand. Mal gratefully took it and she pulled him upwards. For an older lady, she was pretty strong. She quietly scanned the arena and approached one of the bronze warriors. "They're easy to destroy," she informed and traced her hand along the suit, stopping by the shoulder for a few seconds, and removing her hand. "All of them; but the Darkness isn't."
"I don't get it," Mal growled, "what is this 'Darkness'?"
"I cannot say much. You will learn more upon your arrival in Aurora. But what I can say is that the Darkness knows your family very well, Malachi."
Mal paused at this. The Darkness knew his family? Either this lady was insane or she was speaking the truth. Then again, she did equip him with a glove that shot out fire.
"You have proved your worth, Mal. You are very much your father's son. He would have been proud to see you like this; on a quest to rescue an entire kingdom." Theresa gave him a serene smile. She quietly removed a parcel from her cloak and put it by Mal's feet. "I trust you'll use it well."
Mal looked towards her, then to the gift. Slowly, he knelt down and picked it up, opening it from his knees. A blinding light shot from the package and Mal looked away.
"What in Albion's name is that?" he questioned. Theresa only smiled before responding,
"Put it on."
Mal looked towards the gift again and frowned slightly. It was a gauntlet, just like the one he was wearing.
"This gauntlet contains the one force that will destroy the knights; Lightning." Theresa nodded as Mal slowly put the glove on. Behind her, a portal arose from the ground and she turned her back. "Don't give up just yet, Your Highness," she commanded quietly over her shoulder before disappearing into the void the portal created. As soon as she left, time swung into motion and the knights began their deathly march. The new gauntlet sparked viciously, arcs of blue lightning circling the glove.
"They're easy to destroy," Theresa had stated as she hesitated on the shoulder. This woman was truly insane.
Mal threw his fist forward, aiming towards the shoulder of the faster knight. A rod of lightning shot out and flew past the shoulder. Mal tried again, and succeeded. The knight vibrated before exploding. Mal shielded himself from the debris and smiled. She's still insane, he thought, but her craziness just saved my life.
He repeated this process until one knight remained. He had seen his comrades fall in battle; he wasn't going to end up like them. He dodged Mal's vicious attacks and disappeared in a pillar of black ooze that shot from the ground. When the ooze settled, nothing remained of the knight. Mal searched the room anxiously. Did he just kill himself?
From behind, a kick forced the prince to the ground. He gasped in pain and rolled onto his back to get a glance at his attacker; the final knight. He raised his scythe and brought it down. The razor-sharp blade plunged into Mal's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. The pain was red-hot excruciating. His vision blurred in and out of reality.
"Exterminate," the bronze knight hissed and ripped the scythe out of Mal's forearm. He gasped in pain again as blood gushed from the wound. He wasn't supposed to go down like this.
The knight prepared for the final blow and Mal knew he had no way to escape. Theresa had lied; Death was definitely his destiny today.
He closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain. Instead of getting severed, he heard a gun shot and the knight grunted, falling back in step. Reopening his eyes, he saw the figure of a younger soldier, directing a pistol towards the attacker. He released two more shots before loading the gun.
"Mal!" the soldier called out and he recognized the voice instantly.
"Oscar?" he questioned, but the soldier didn't respond to his question.
"Use your magic; NOW!"
He fired another shot, and Mal struggled to sit upwards. Unfortunately, the scythe had pierced the arm his gauntlet had been on. He used his other hand to aim his shot and pulsed weakly. The blue lightning shot forward, clipping the knight just in the right spot and he exploded. Mal fell backwards and clenched his eyes shut as an intense pain washed over him.
Another figure –probably Walter— hit the ground and gasped for air. Occasionally, he shouted; "I can't see! I can't see!"
The last thing Mal saw before completely blacking out was the heroic shadow of Oscar standing over him.
But the last thing he heard was the Darkness's cruel voice;
Don't think your battle has been won, Prince Fallon. This is only the beginning of what's to come and when it all comes down to it...You'll be the one bowing to me.
