Voyage to destruction

Chapter 4: New Strengths

Gwelin just stared at Azuron's body, lying on the bed and barely moving. "I do hope you're alright. . ." Ever since the incident, Gwelin blamed herself. She blamed herself that it was her fault he's here, her fault that everyone now has a grudge against her and her fault that she hurt a friend.

"Gwelin" a dark voice behind her said. "Come with me, your training will begin now." She turned around. It was Iludian and she had accepted his proposal to train. She thought it odd, since he was no where near a sorcerer, but he seemed intelligent enough to understand arcane magic. She took one last look at Azuron and then got up to follow the necromancer. They walked outside the camp and into the blood moor. Iludian had his skeletons craft dummies out of hay, which would be used for target practice.

"I want you to hit this dummy with a fire bolt. Make sure to burn it." She stared at the dummy, mutter some incantations but nothing happened. "Well?" he asked impatiently.

"Please be patient. I'm trying my best here." She muttered some other incantations this time, yet still nothing happened.

He stared at her for a second and then spoke up: "Everyone hates you." He said.

"What?!" she yelled back. She was in no mood to be picked on.

"No one's really your friend. And you're the worst sorceress I've seen. You can't even kill a quill. . ."

Before he could even finish the sentence, he was blasted with a fire bolt and knocked onto the grass. "Good. You can cast powerful spells, Gwelin. You had no trouble casting a fire bolt when you were angry. . . Hey!" She fired another fire bolt at Iludian. He was ready this time and dodged. "I'm sorry! I was just trying to motivate. . ." He dodged again. She finally stopped. "What were you saying? Are you saying you said that to make me cast?" She said. She was extremely mad at this point, with all that had happened; she didn't need to be insulted. "Why did you insult me like that? You don't think I'm capable? You don't think I'm trying hard enough?"

"No! No, no. I. . . I was just trying to see how you managed your anger. I've read in many books that sorceresses manage their spells from their attitudes. Lightning for impulsive ones, fire for people who can't control their anger and cold for calm relax sorceresses. Although I'm no expert in arcane magic, I know that we need you to calm down and relax, or else the little incident with Azuron may repeat itself. I'm doing this for you Gwelin. In any case, why did you decide to strike Azuron?"

"He . . . had kissed me."

"That's all? I mean. . . Nonono don't look at me like. . ." he said as he dodged another fire bolt.



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Azuron slowly opened his eyes. He found it comforting to be back at home, and not on the road. When he had arrived back in Harrogath, he was greeted by many old friends. Being back with his parents and the rest of his family was great. But he had no idea how he got back, and when he left Thoraro, Gwelin and that necromancer. He blinked before he woke up, but when his eyes opened again, he was no longer in Harrogath. He found himself on a dark gloomy road. No civilisation in sight. He just started to walk, and follow the path to see where it would lead. It seemed like hours he walked, until he finally saw something on the road. It was a sign, which only had two arrows pointing in opposite directions. Azuron stared at the sign, trying to pick a path to take. He was startled when he felt a hand touch him on the shoulder. He didn't hear anyone approach, or see anyone for that matter. When he had turned around, he noticed it was just a frail looking man.

"Who. . . Who are you?" Azuron asked.

The old man replied not with words, but inside Azuron's thoughts. He heard that the old man was not a friend, or enemy, for he was just a guide. Azuron looked into the old man's eyes, and headed left.

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"Now try that once more. You're doing great so far!" Iludian said as he watched an entire wall of fire appear beneath the only remaining target. He also laughed when he saw an unsuspecting quill rat walk into the fire. "Stupid critters" he chuckled. He was still laughing at the quill rat until he turned to Gwelin. She had passed out from exhaustion, he imagined. Iludian swore to himself, saying that he pushed her too far. He brought her inside the tent where Azuron still lie sleeping.

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The guide was still following him, and Azuron hated being followed for no reason. When he turned around to give the guide a little beating, the guide was replaced by a demon like creature with wings. It held a great sword and began to breathe some fire towards Azuron. Azuron did a back flip and grabbed the closest weapon possible. He lifted the sword which glowed like it was out of this world. He leapt towards the demon, spinning in mid air. The demon backed away, but Azuron was able to slash its chest. The demon was now furious. He ran towards Azuron swinging 5 times before Azuron even blinked. Azuron fell to the floor, barely able to move. He reached for a healing potion on his belt, but found he had none. He swore.

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Iludian put Gwelin on the bed beside Azuron. He looked at Gwelin, then at Azuron. He was now sweating, tossing and waving his arms around. "A. . . Akara! Quick! Something's wrong with Azuron!" Iludian yelled. He may have been a great observer but he was no healer. Azuron then muttered a few words: "Go Away! No! Please!"

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"GO AWAY! NO! PLEASE!" Azuron yelled. For the first time, he was afraid for his life. He was alone, outnumbered and scared. Many more demons of the same kind had suddenly appeared, and now he was hopelessly outnumbered. He had always fought easy monsters or hard ones in groups. And these weren't easy. (They're Venom Lords - by now he'd be what. level 14?) The winged monsters suddenly stopped, they turned around to be only engulfed in a meteor, wiping half of them out. "What in the world?" Azuron asked. "AZ!" a female voice yelled. "GET UP! YOU HAVE TO FIGHT!" Azuron could tell it was Gwelin. Even though he couldn't see her, her words gave him strength. He was suffering from wounds from the first demon, and despite the pain, he found the strength in him to stand up, brandish the sword he had found, and kill a few demons.

The sword moved like lightning, and sometimes let out some electrifying attack. He sliced through many demons, before reaching the last. The only remaining demon seemed to be the one who injured him at the beginning of the fight. The demon swung, and Azuron could no longer feel his left arm. Azuron looked left, and he saw an arm lying on the floor. The barbarian winced at the pain, and charged with only his will to survive pushing him.

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Azuron was now swinging only one arm, and seemed to move it with incredible speed. "Either he's doing something we don't want to know in his dream, or he's suddenly extremely fast." Iludian said, hoping to get a laugh out of Akara, but failed miserably. Akara the Priestess of the Sightless eye was too concerned on the barbarian to even make a rude remark to Iludian for his unnecessary joke.

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He swung, dodged and swung again. The fight had now been going on for 5 minutes. The demon was as fast, and strong as Azuron. The demon swung again at Azuron, but headed for his legs. Azuron leaped up, pointed his sword downwards and slashed right through the monster's back. Azuron fell to the ground, and so did the demon. He looked up, to see the sword fall in front of him. The hilt was facing him, and what he read was: "L I G H T S A B E R" Then all was black.

Azuron opened his eyes once again. Around him were Akara, Thoraro and Iludian. "How long was I. . . My arm!" he asked while turning to see his left arm, still attached. "Was it a dream that I killed all those demons?"

"Yes it was Azuron. You've been out for a few days now, until just a few minutes ago, you were swinging your arms and yelling things. You were yelling about some sword, a strong demon and a girl." Akara answered calmly.

After everyone left the tent, and Azuron stood up, he noticed Gwelin sleeping on the bed beside him. When he was making his bed, he noticed something under the covers. He lifted the covers to find a sword, which glowed. He lifted it, and read the hilt. It was the Lightsaber.



Author's notes: Alright, chapter 4. Checklist: Make some psychological fight into a fight scene - Check. In this chapter, Gwelin begins to learn how to control and save her anger for fights and casting spells easier. I'll try to make Azuron "decipher" the dream in the next chapter, to see what it meant. They go kill Andy now! Oh, and Iludian will have a little thing called, the lag machine : ). He'll have a lot of Revives, skeletons and skelmages. Hmm Reminds me of my necro. Ok before anyone says "Proof read" I say - I dun wanna : (