Again I don't own anything except the nightmares(both names
for them AND the idea) the dhavol (again I own both names AND the idea also I own
the soul fighter and all the names of the towns and any more characters I might
add in but I'm nearly finished the fifth and that's the real start to the story
so I'm gonna shut up now so bye for now
Rose sat on the horse and puzzled over something that
"something" was Zieg she knew that she'd feel close to him I mean he'd freed
her from slavery but she felt drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain and
that really annoyed her she disliked not knowing something and tried to learn
as much as she could but there were no books on this subject, but after freeing
Syuveil and reading a book in the library he seemed to have withdrawn into
himself and very rarely spoke to anyone and was constantly checking how far way
we were from t'k'parek until we rode over a rise and saw t'k'parek stretching
out before us
Grinning Syuveil jumped off his horse and took off running
down the hill yelling at the top of his lungs
'happy to be free I guess but he still looks like an idiot'
commented Zieg
'well at least he's talking and trying to be friendly' rose
commented acidly
Belzac suddenly burst out laughing
Then Syuveil was shouting at them 'come on what are you
waiting for get down here'
Then suddenly smiling Zieg got off his horse lay down on the
ground and started rolling down the hill unfortunately he didn't see the big
rock he was rolling into
'that's gotta hurt' Shirley commented sliding down the hill
to see how he was
although his armour
was grinded onto a rock Zieg was laughing I walked over 'we'll need a
blacksmith to get that off' then Belzac stepped forward 'I used to be one I can
get him off the rock' then leaning over he wrenched Zieg off the rock and threw him off and so Zieg rolled into
Syuveil knocked him over so that both of them rolled down the hill .
Zieg stepped into the city and was reminded of nothing but a
dump the smells of blood and alcohol filled the streets as the people trudged
around heads down never speaking I walked towards the centre of town where
everyone seemed to be heading and eventually reached a massive circular dome
fully fifty feet wide and ten feet tall. Belzac suddenly started forward
towards the dome his eyes gone wide and angry
'that dome…it smells of blood and fear'
rose looked up confused 'you can smell fear?'
Belzac looked down 'there's something I didn't tell you and
Zieg…I'm a half giganto'
He turned and ran into the building with Shirley running
closely behind I turned to rose.
'I knew it! He denied it when I asked him the first time but
he has the pointed ears and red eyes I knew he had to be at least half giganto'
then a sudden chill ran down my spine and my legs walked
forward towards the dome of their own accord
'Zieg? Where are you going?'
'I don't know my legs are moving of their own accord just
follow me' as my legs moved on there was a sudden voice in my mind don't
worry I won't be here long I just need to help you along a little 'who are
you' you don't have to say it aloud just think it I'm going to have to concentrate
to keep the connection so shut up and let me get on with it we'll talk later.
Then my legs stopped before a ring in the centre of the dome very similar to
the one in darachia.
Down on the sands there was a match going on, a massive shurikaien,
known as dhavols, one of the constructs of the winglies, massive on
average they stood eight feet tall and had six arms three on each side and four
legs set out like a spiders, a human stood opposite it standing with a born
fighters easy grace and confidence.
Running forward the fighter jumped into the air, twisted and
drove the dhavol back, one arm struck out and met empty air as the fighter
moved again and shattered the dhavols kneecap with a powerful punch the fighter
jumped back and threw a knife into the dhavols eye .
A gate on one end of the arena opened and two centaurs came
thundering towards the fighter , diving away the fighter avoided the two
centaurs and watched them crash into the dhavol and crushed most of its chest.
The fighter jumped forward and jumped onto the back of one of
the centaurs and then leaped off as the second centaur crashed into the first
one and killed it.
Drawing a long two foot knife the fighter jumped forward and
sliced the centaurs throat with an easy slash landing in a crouch the fighter
looked towards the gate again and as it opened a Nightmare walked out, one of
the most deadly creatures known to man a the Nightmares were originally called
the Kha'zior they were nearly wiped out in a war with the winglies for
every nightmare there were ten winglies but the nightmares still nearly won
killing most of the population of the winglies, the nightmares were a hybrid of
the strongest traits of the strongest creatures on the world a mix of giganto
,dragon ,human ,wingly ,dhavol and centaurs the nightmares ruled the world well
and were praised for helping all species with technology and better food
production but the winglies wanted more and seizing the nightmares high
technology they attacked with the nightmares own magic , most nightmares stood twelve feet tall but
the one on the sands stood at fifteen foot.
Spinning the knife slowly the fighter started to speak 'why
do you fight for a species that enslave your people when you do not have to your race is far mightier than
theirs yet still you fight for them you are a disgrace'
The Nightmares face contorted in agony and blood started to
seep form the base of its skull then a small metal maggot burst out of its jaw and fell squirming pitifully on the
sands before a boot crushed it into pieces .
Floating up on night-black wings it suddenly disappeared in a
flash of light and reappeared with a wingly caught by the throat struggling in
its hand
'now it is time for my revenge upon you tuarkizak'
the wingly exploded in a burst of flame and as he
disappeared the nightmares face caught
the light, covered in scars with black blood its eyes we pools of black with no
iris's or any marks except a slash of purple through then very centre then as
its eyes focused on me they flashed blue and the nightmare disappeared and did
not reappear.
Staggering the fighter collapsed and was carried off by two
of his comrades, I looked up from the arena to see a wingly with a green and
black face staring at me then the wingly turned an walked way disappearing into
the crowd.
Belzac turned and walking up to me and rose
'do you still want to travel with me?'
I grinned 'why wouldn't we? I don't care if you're half
giganto and neither does rose you're our friend and we're not going to abandon
you just because of who your parents were you're still Belzac'
Belzac grinned back and then his head jerked back and the now
familiar glow infused his eyes 'follow me' and with that the now possessed
Belzac walked towards the rooms of healing with us following close behind.
As we walked through the door we saw Shirley bending over the
fighter wrapping a bandage around a long slash covering most of his midriff.
The fighters head turned and once again I felt a jolt and the
tug I had felt before and the fighters mouth opened.
'my name is Kanzaz what are yours'
'my name is Zieg and this is Rose and Belzac I think you
already know Shirley'
Kanzaz glanced at Shirley and then stopped and stared for
around ten seconds before wrenching his gaze away and looked back at us.
'may I travel with you for a ways I mean I jut won my freedom
and I want to leave this hellhole and…'
I smiled again but it was Syuveil that answered , seemingly
out of nowhere 'of course you can travel with us no-one has a problem with
that'
Stepping forward Kanzaz looked towards al of us and spoke in
that grating voice that the creature that took control of them sometimes used
'let us leave now for the time is growing close we must move quickly stariak is
not that far away and you must reach it before the second moon is placed in the
sky hurry now no time to lose'
With that a glowing nimbus surrounded us and we were suddenly
standing ten miles away from t'k'parek with six Hellrunners, fearsome beasts
similar to a horse but with two powerful arms situated from the chest and covered
in tough armour these creatures were very rare and valuable because of the
wings which allow them to fly and the breath of fire which is impossible to
defend against, standing next to us, we mounted and setting the hellrunners
running sped towards the town of stariak while not noticing the dark shape that
flew behind them on silent wings
