Jgal: I can't believe the damage those Black Rage agents did to my notebook after they captured me. (examines a patchwork book half made of glue and tape) Thanks a lot guys for putting it back together.
Dark: It was nothing.
Celtic: Only ten roles of tape and 100 hours of eyestrain to match up the words.
Jgal: (smiles happily) Thanks. OOO! Looks like there's a few blank pages left. But not enough for a whole chapter
Dark: Then why don't you continue on the next book? What's the problem?
Jgal: I just like to start a few branch of the adventure with a new book. You have four pieces now. This could be the last book of notes ever made!
Guys: (turns pale)
Jgal: (grins) Maybe with these last few pages we can take a brief visit to an old friend. (starts writing)
QUEST FOR THE FORBIDDEN ONE
By,
Jgal
CHAPTER FORTY NINE
MOONLIT DUEL
KALE GUARDIAN
Back in the fertile lands of Sogan the reconstruction of the tiny elf village was near completion. But it might be all in vein, for word began to spread across the lands on an ancient merciless army from and unknown realm. Attacking and conquering every town and city in its path. The spread of destruction was growing like a shadow, a shadow of death.
Under normal circumstances he would have shrugged off the news and continued practicing his swordsmanship and flirting with the female elves. But he could no longer do that anymore. With both Celtic and Mystic gone he had to perform his family's duty of leading the village. All the innocent lives that are left after the dragon attack are his responsibility, and it frightened him.
One night the young elf sat awake each night by his window ever since the news of the army began, expecting to see the fires of war in the horizon. He knew that there were a few formidable men in the village, but it was no where near enough to defend against an army. They were practically defenseless.
He sighed heavily one night while watching for danger, "Big Brother… where are you.." he wondered to himself if Celtic was even alive. Too many months have passed without a word of how his journey progressed. And even if his brother was alive, would he still be the same? There had been many a tale of men coming home from war completely altered from the way they were before. The very thought of that happening to Celtic made his heart sink.
From his desk his pulled an unfinished letter he had started a thousand times, but never sent. Each was asking how the recipient was fairing, how the village was recovering and ultimately, when was he coming home. Some of the letters were filled with heartfelt words of how much young Kale loved his brother. Others held terrible hateful word of anger. Yet both stacks were saying the exact same thing. That he needed his brother.
On this letter Kale pondered over anxiously of that so say. Of all that he wished to know, he wanted to know what to do now more then ever for the safety of his people.
He recalled that during times of war the people of Sogan would seek sanctuary in Sogan Castle in the center of the realm. The home of the strongest Warriors and Beast Warriors in the lands. But the journey would be long and if the invading army was true: and not an old wives tale: they would risk capture, or be killed.
Unable to concentrate he went out of his hut to take a walk in the night air. His sword strapped firmly around his waist. He walked aimlessly across the meadow until he found himself at the lake shore. Memories flooded his head of all the times he had spent there, practicing with Celtic from when they were little boys, until this whole mess began. He smiled lightly. This place had always held a strange calming sensation.
The tranquility of the lake was soon unexpectedly cut short as his long pointed ears twitched to the sounds of desperate creatures. Kale glanced around to find that the noise was not coming from the village, but toward it. He gripped his sword and sprinted off to see what the matter was. He soon spotted two smaller monsters being chased by a large boar-like monster, bearing a sword of black energies, and coiled with thorns.
The smaller Duel Monsters, a Dreamsprite and a Petite Angel were screaming for help. The delicate creatures must had been running for some time for their voices were fading as their breaths grew heavy. The fair blue skinned Dreamsprite soon tripped over a stone hidden in the long grass and fell off her feet. She struggled to get back to her feet, but the damp grass proved too slippery. Trembling in fear the Petite Angel fluttered to her side to help her friend.
The Fiend chuckled maliciously. The prey was ready for the kill. Gloating, he raised his dark sword high to strike them both down. The blood lusting blade was thrust downward upon the two when another sword, of evlan steel blocked the attack.
"What?!" the demon growled in surprise.
Kale grunted under the strain to hold the sword at bay, "Run you two!"
The Fiend monster snarled as the helpless Fairies escaped. "You will regret that boy!"
Kale threw off the attacker, "You should be ashamed of yourself! Hunting down the weak and defenseless! Who do you think you are!?"
The DARK monster laughed, "I am the Baron of the Fiend Sword. And Sergeant of the Black Rage Army!"
The elf's eyes widened. So the rumors were true. The Black Rage existed, and they were in Sogan.
The Baron lifted his blade to the young elf, "Since you denied my of my prey, I shall have the honor of taking your head!"
Immediately Kale positioned himself to defend, "If you value your like you should leave this place at once."
But the intruder pounced forward to attack, "Die!"
Kale dodged out of the way with only loosing only a few hairs. He sidestepped away from the sleeping village to turn the Fiend's back to the escaping Fairies.
The once quiet night air rang with clashing sounds of steel blades. The Black rage agent was easily overpowering the young elf. Kale found himself pushed back with every blow. His hands began to shake around the heavy weight of the sword. He soon became uncertain if he was able to win, or even survive. "Celtic, I need help… what should I do?"
"Focus." He heard his brother's voice answer.
"What?"
The Baron lunged forward to strike the dazed Warrior down.
"A Warrior's strength is only as strong as his connection to his home." his brother's voice rang in his head, "Just focus on lands of Sogan. The sounds of the winds on the tall grass the feel of the warm sun. Let it all soak in. Let Sogan's strength become a part of you..."
Kale's eyes flashed open at the last second to block the attack.
The Fiend snarled, "How can you still have strength to fight?! I am stronger then you. You shouldn't be able to move."
The young guardian smirked, "You are out of you environment, cut off from your home, while I am connected to my land, my village, my realm." He shoved the Fiend away while he rose to his feet. "Thanks to the connection… I HAVE THE POWER!"
The elf launched himself for one final attack.
The Fiend barely felt his head sever from the rest of his body. The demon's corpse then vanished in black flames and faded from existence.
Kale knelt down on one knee to pray, "Thank you… Celtic." His eyes soon fell upon the few remains left of the Fiend, including a cloak with the insignia of the Black Rage. "The time for waiting is over. War has come to our lands. I have no choice. Tomorrow, we leave for Sogan Castle.."
Celtic: (filled with pride) That's my baby brother.
Dark: So now the book is complete now?
Jgal: (closes the book) Yep. (draws a brand new one) Now to start on the final league of your journey. The fifth and final piece will be the hardest one to get.
Dark: (looks to the audience) Jgal does not out Yu*GI*Oh.
Celtic: Don't forget to read an review!
