On I go, to chapter 4 now. I haven't had a review since the first chapter but I don't care cos this is one fic that I really enjoy writing. Chapter four is called Chrononaut, which is rough Latin for time walker. You'll see why.
Of course, I do need help with these things, so any suggestions about what should happen would be appreciated by me a lot. Also, if you want any character (created by you, or even you) in this fic, don't hesitate to ask. I'd be more than glad to put anybody in (I've done it before). Anyway, here's my first effort. R&R please, thanks.
Note: Right. This is a bit embarrassing… I'm afraid that I won't be able to include anyone in this chapter despite me saying so due to the circumstances that the chapter starts (In the middle of a cave surrounded by undead. Not a great place to meet people). But believe me, I will include people at the first available chance.
Dedication: My best friend Steve.
Seeing as chapter three in this was described in an email as 'ultraviolent' I decided to up the rating to PG-13
Greater Evasion
Part IV, Chrononaut"Rerhear was one of Krell's most loyal and trusted advisors. Even in death he seemed determined to end our lives. His warriors had unshaken loyalty to him as well. They gave their souls to him, to fuel his magic. Doing this subjected them to eternal torture. It is beyond me how any warriors could show such fanaticalism."
From the diary of Anomen Redwood, hobbiton press.
Drondee Templewob screamed as the Soul Drain burst headed towards him. Fear rooted him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. His cry turned to a whimper as he closed his eyes. Awaiting age-long torment as his soul and life was ripped from his body. Suddenly a large weight forced himself to fly over and hit the ground. Opened his eyes, Anomen Redwood had dived on him to throw him aside. Drondee grinned his thanks at the human. Anomen replied with a nod. He scrambled up.
Above him, the floating ethereal form of Rerhear laughed down mockingly.
"You dare to defy me mortals? Like my master, undeath has given me power beyond any human understanding. But I am more than a human."
"Rubbish!" Ulli Runecarver shouted up at him, "Your less than one." At this, the ghost's face contorted into a sour look. With a hiss, it flew at them. Drondee could see that it had long fangs. He shuddered, was this thing a vampire even before he was resurrected as the spectre he was now by Krell? He hurled himself aside as the creature flew around them, drawing his sword. Not that it would do much against that thing.
Ulli didn't move. He laughed and swished his Axe around. As the creature dived at him, he drove his weapon downwards into it. Rerhear uttered a wail and his entire form rippled. Drondee's heart leapt, was this thing vulnerable to normal weapons? His hope was dispelled as Bongo slices the ghost. The weapon passed through it. When the hobbit though about it, it made sense, Ulli's weapon was carved with Dwarven runes of warding, meaning that it could hurt anything. The weapons of everyone else were only plain steel or Iron, not capable of doing such damage, the only metal capable of doing this without enchantment was mithril, and that was a closely guarded metal owned by the elves.
Shaken but not brought down by the axe, the undead Lord rose into the air. Drondee could see that, through the mists surrounding him that a large gash had formed in the ghost, but despite its wound, the creature's eyes still blazed. He decided that the best thing to do was hide. He ran over to the table in the centre of the room. Behind him he heard Rerhear dive down at Ulli again. He heard the axe slice through thin air. Evidently to creature was forced to dodge Ulli's swing.
Drondee suddenly caught sight of the throne. Inside it sat a suit of black armour. Drondee leapt on the throne, desperate to hide from the spectre. He threw the armour aside, it clattered to the floor. He heard another his as the creature noticed what happened to the armour. Drondee clambered onto it. Only the helmet remained on it. Realising that it was made to last, Drondee jammed it on his head as extra protection.
But something happened. Normally the helmet would have been far too large for the hobbit. But as soon as he put it on it seemed to grip into his head. He screamed as he felt his head get almost crushed. The agony was terrible. He saw a silky white substance twirl out of his mouth. It formulated into a ghostly double of him, writhing in mists just like Rerhear did. He saw it stop its agonising actions, then dived back into his mouth. The agony still wracked his body. He felt his vision cloud up in pain. He was about to lose consciousness from the pain when it suddenly stopped. He gasped out, rubbing the tears of agony from his eyes. When he could see again, he almost fainted from shock.
The hobbit didn't wake up where he had left off. He was in the same room, he could tell, but it was different.
He was till sitting in the throne. But the room looked a lot less old. The skeletons that were at the table weren't skeletons. They were bodies of men. They all looked immensely old, and were sitting back on their chairs, lifeless. Each body was in exactly the same position that the skeletons they saw had. There was food on the plates, and wine in the glasses, compared to the empty plates and glasses that he had seen a minute ago. A scream behind him made him whirl around.
A few metres off the ground floated a young man. He was glaring at him. He was fully protected in the same black armour that had sat in the throne, a large gash in his side dripped blood. Below him, a group a lights walked in painfully slow motion. On closer inspection they were roughly humanoid in shape. Although the area of his vision around them seemed to be separated by a gauzy film. One held an axe that wasn't a bright light, but looked normal, like it belonged here. Drondee's heart skipped a beat in shock as he realised what had happened. The bright lights were the evaders, the floating man was Rerhear when he was alive, the dead bodies were the skeletons, the helmet had transported him back three thousand years. He was caught in a battle that was fought between time. Ulli's axe was visible to him because it was magical enough to break through the time barrier, causing it to exist even in this time. That is why it could hurt Rerhear.
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Ulli Runecarver was shocked by what just happened. To him, it looked like Drondee the hobbit had just died and turned into a ghost. Their enemy snarled in fury.
"NO!" It shrieked, "No! Go! Go back! Back to your time! Leave my presence hobbit! Go!
Ulli was impressed. If what the ghost said was true, then Drondee had just travelled back through time, entering the age that Rerhear was in. Which meant that Rerhear had fought this battle three thousand years ago. But they were fighting him now… Ulli's head hurt. The power granted to Rerhear was great. It had allowed him to cause a terminal paradox and destroy time. Rerhear wasn't really undead, he was fighting the battle in his own age. Ulli shuddered to think how much power Krell himself would have if just one of his servants had this much power.
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Drondee drew his sword again. A thought struck him. If he was in Rerhear's time, he could hurt Rerhear. He jumped off the throne and ran at the Wizard. Growling, the now mortal enemy threw heavy punched in the air. He saw strange fish shaped objects fly out of him each time he punched, the fists turned a blinding white as they breached the time barrier. He saw them repeatedly strike the shape that was Ulli and pummel him to the ground. He turned on Drondee.
"Now for you." He said calmly in a voice that was more real but just as cold. He dived down and landed with a thud on the ground in front of Drondee. With one swift movement, he aimed a massive punch at the hobbit. A massive hand in a black gauntlet struck him. Drondee screamed as he felt boned break. He smashed into the ground. The warrior-wizard walked up to him. He could see the light of the evaders flitting behind him and through him. They were evidently trying to hold him back. Pretty useless, considering that they were trying to do something over three-thousand years after it happened.
"This is where it ends." Rerhear said, chuckling through his helmet, he raised a large foot, ready to crush Drondee's body when a voice behind him boomed;
"Oi! I haven't finished with you yet!" The next thing Drondee saw was an axe that had suddenly appeared through Rerhear's body. The man looked down. Blood fell out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Killed." He said. "I was killed, by something that hasn't happened yet, and won't happen for another three thousand years. It hasn't happened yet, but it has as well. Am I dead?"
'Seems so.' Thought Drondee as the black-armoured man toppled back and landed with a crash on the hard stone floor.
Drondee was happy at this, but less happy at the fact that he was still stuck in the past. He desperately tugged at the helmet. His heart sank when it wouldn't budge. He pulled harder, he tried to wedge it off with his sword. He stopped when the agonising pain of his broken arm stopped him. A white shape walked up to him.
"Here, Hobbit, allow me."
Drondee wasn't sure if it was Ulli's immense strength, or the fact that he was in a different time, but the helmet seemed to slide off. Drondee smiled weakly as the world melted away.
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Adolphus Fell looked shook his head in disbelief as the hobbit turned mortal again and opened his eyes. He clambered to his feet.
"Hey…" He said, "Wha… what? My arm, it was almost completely crushed…"
Ulli laughed. "Hobbit. Your arm has had over three-thousand years to heal. It should be Allright now, wouldn't you say?"
The hobbit nodded weakly. Bongo Templewob beamed. The others smiled.
"I can hardly believe that happened." Anomen said, "It went against every unspoken law of the world."
"Against nature." Bongo added.
"Unfathomable." Fell said. The others looked at him in a strange way. "Unfathomable… it's a word!" Fell glared back.
"Yes." Said a voice suddenly, "And unfathomable is a word that would best describe it. Rerhear dappled with powers that even I could not understand."
Bongo and Drondee backed away. The throne had a new occupant. He was incredible tall and well build, his armour was tattered, he carried a large sword, what little they could see of him was bone. His bright green eyes glared from behind the chainmail veil crudely strapped to his helmet. A sword lay on the table, glittering in the unearthly light. They had seen the warrior once before. He was the undead Lord Krell.
"Such power, as you can see, brought his downfall. However. I have seen that letting you leave this room would only delay the inevitable – you are indeed strong. I do not wish to loose another of my loyal minions. I have decided to meet you before you destroy my entire army. Think of this as the final chapter in a book. Evaders, your tale is about to end. And let me assure you, I am in your time. I am not three millennia back like my servant. I am here. And you will die."
And with that, Krell rose off his chair, picked up his sword and walked confidently towards the evaders.
END OF PART IVI'm not sure why I wrote that, it confuses me, and I'm the author! Anyway, I'm getting tired of the dungeons of Krell, so let's get this over with, expect a short chapter next, about as long as this one. Bye for now!
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