Well here I am, back again, even though I told myself that I wasn't gonna continue any more
stories. But someone wanted me to continue, so for their sake I will. (You know who you are.)
^_^
Did you know this was my first Diablo story? Now I have like 10 of them. I'm still proud of it
though. *Looks at story proudly.*
So thus continues the adventures of The Trainer.
Nothing too eventful happened the next couple days. Leharas and I simply fought in silence,
weary of the others presence. We barely showed emotion as we took each battle with a set face.
I did figure out that Leharas was very terrified of swarms. He didn't mean to show fear, but he
ran screaming when the first swarm attacked.
I swatted at the attacking swarm and shot an ice bolt into their mist. A bunch of them fell and
melted. Leharas attacked with his spear. Poking at the heart of the swarm wildly and out of
fear. Somehow this killed the swarm as the middle of the group of bugs seemed to have some
demonic essence. After this part was destroyed the remaining bugs who had been under the
influence of evil simply fell to their death. Very few managed to fly away.
Leharas looked over at me his cheeks blushing underneath the bites and stings. Fara must have
been amused to see us walking up to her with various bites and stings. She healed us easily as
the unnatural bug bites disappeared.
That was probably the only time Leharas and I sort of got along. We began laughing at each
other as we realized that we had just been attacked by a couple of bugs. These weren't even the
over-sized maggots or Sand Leapers. We stood there laughing till we couldn't even breath.
But whenever we heard a swarm we ran for cover and I would shoot at the hovering mass with
an ice bolt and Leharas would then poke at it causing the swarm of bugs to dismantle. We never
talked about the incident and I could tell that Leharas was genuinely afraid of the bugs and might
even have nightmares about it.
One night after coming back from trekking through the desert I was surprised to see Warriv
waiting for me. I stood there in shock because I had completely forgotten about the caravan.
Leharas was simply confused by my shock.
"Warriv..." I muttered.
"Anuck." He smiled the same goofy smile I remembered from my time in the West. He was the
same person I remembered. But I was different.
"I was wondering if I could treat you to dinner." He said seriously. I could tell he wanted to talk
to me. He glanced over to Leharas and studied the dark skinned mercenary curiously. I guess he
wanted to talk to me alone.
"Go ahead Leharas." I said. "Remember to meet here before dawn." I ordered. He nodded and
looked at Warriv and then went on his way.
I was surprised that I was actually eating alone with Warriv. He had set up a table by his caravan
on the side of the city. We ate under the moon and by candle light. Before coming to Lut
Gholein I would have been ecstatic to eat alone with Warriv like this.
We ate in uncomfortable silence. Finally Warriv broke the silence.
"Anuck. How has fighting fared for you here?" I shrugged. I never liked fighting but I wasn't
gonna tell Warriv this.
"Have you been well?" He said again trying to make conversation. I nodded my head and took a
bite of meat and chewed slowly not really tasting anything. He sighed sensing my mood and
looked down. I looked down at my plate.
"When did you get back, Warriv?" I said trying to sound cheerful. He gulped guiltily before
answering.
"A couple days ago actually. I would have come and found you earlier but..."
I looked up curiously. "Anuck." He said leaning forward. "Are you sure you are all right. The
night I came back... I found you..." My eyes narrowed as I remembered the night Leharas and I
had fought.
"I do not like you Anuck..." Leharas had said.
I didn't remember what happened after he left. But someone must have helped me to my room
because I awoke there instead of in the street like a drunkard.
"It was you..." I said looking at Warriv. I gulped embarrassed. Why did he have to see me like
that? "You were the one who helped me to my room." He nodded and stood up. I stood as well.
"I talked to some people from around here and they said you would spend your nights at the
tavern drinking with the other drunkards."
He said it as if he was asking a question. Perhaps he didn't believe what he had heard. I looked
down and stepped away from the table trying to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I
hadn't really thought about what had happened that night till now. I had focused on fighting and
completing the various quests involving the Horodric staff.
"It's true, Warriv." I said almost choking. "I was lost for a little while. I was foolish." I said
wiping my nose with my sleeve. He took my hand and I looked up into his eyes.
"I wish I were here, Anuck." He said. My name sounded like honey as he spoken. I looked up
into his eyes almost forgetting the discussion. I thought I had forgotten Warriv. I thought I had
put him and everybody else I knew in the West out of my mind.
"Perhaps I could have confronted you." He said and I noticed his face was awfully close to mine.
He kissed me. I was surprised at first and wasn't even aware that he had done it. I had dreamed
about kissing before and thought fireworks would explode in my head or that I would feel like I
was floating in the clouds. But I didn't feel anything.
It was as if I had lost the ability to feel. Or maybe I didn't want to. I'll never know what
happened. All I know is that everything I had dreamed about seemed to be coming true and I
didn't even care.
Warriv must have sensed it too. He backed away looking into my eyes curiously. I didn't smile.
I tried. But I couldn't. He looked down disappointed.
"Bye Warriv." I whispered.
I turned to go to my room and I never looked back.
That night I cried. I don't know what had happened. I had walked away and hadn't even cared.
Why? What was happening to me? If this had happened while I was still in the West I probably
would have been overjoyed.
I spent the rest of the night in meditation, clearing my mind. I used the same techniques the
Elder Sorceress's had taught me and the ones I had taught Annor. A clear mind cures
everything... even a questioning heart.
The next day I fought the Summoner. Leharas and I went through the Arcane Sanctuary. We
killed and never spoke a word. I never mentioned what happened between Warriv and I and
Leharas didn't ask about the Caravan master.
We traveled through the Arcane Sanctuary in silence. Only the screams of the monsters and the
shooting of my spells broke the magical silence of the realm. I didn't remember much of what
happened until we came upon the Summoner.
It was as if he was waiting for me in the corner of the Sanctuary. He smiled wickedly and
positioned himself in the traditional Spell-casters duel. All Mages knew of this position and I
too readied myself stretching my staff to my side with the occasional sparks of electricity, fire,
and ice emanating from it. From his staff came a globe of ice which floated in mid-air. We
were showing off our powers.
Leharas simply watched readying his simple spear which now gave fire damage from the various
gems imbued inside it.
Then the Summoner laughed and shot his ice bolt towards us. I quickly moved out of the way
and shot various fire bolts in his direction. They died out before they even got to him. He
laughed again and this time his laughter filled our entire soul and minds. Even if we were death,
I bet we would have heard his laughter. His laughter seemed to freeze the soul and slow us
down. He took advantage of our sluggishness and sent a froze nova towards us. The blast from
his spell left us paralyzed to his next spells. He bombarded us with an ice storm.
I quickly took a potion which dismissed some of the effects of the cold spells. I sent some more
fire balls over to him hoping to cancel out his ice spells. It was fire against ice. But he won as
the fire died away and he summoned more ice storms. I put up a shield around Leharas and I,
but it couldn't protect us from his cold laughter that made the soul feel cold and hopeless.
He froze me once more with an ice bolt and I was helpless as he came at me. Leharas saw this
and ran to fight him. He quickly jabbed the Summoner in his stomach, but the Summoner
whacked him with his over sized staff laughing wickedly. At that moment I unfroze, but I was
still helpless to stop the Summoner from killing Leharas off.
He shot Leharas with a huge ice bolt and the mercenary fell over stunned. Then with a swipe of
his staff he jabbed Leharas in the stomach turning the man into ice. All I could do was watch as
Leharas was encased in ice, his eyes wide with terror as he must have looked death in the eye.
Then the Summoner turned to me. I took another potion for health and mana. I must have
reached another level in my training. Despite what I had seen him do to Leharas, I was not
angry. And I wasn't angry because I hadn't liked Leharas. I still felt like I had to protect Leharas
with my magic when I could.
I was in a calm state as I stalked towards the Summoner. He laughed again, but I relished the icy
feeling in my soul. I felt myself turn cold and embraced the feeling. My strategy had been
wrong. I could not fight ice with fire. I had to fight ice with ice. With a quick movement of my
staff I shot ice bolt upon ice bolt onto the unsuspecting Summoner. He laughed thinking that he
was immune to the ice spells because he himself knew the ice spells. But he was wrong.
The ice encased him and he growled in confusion. He broke out of his icy barrier and
counteracted with an ice bolt headed my way. I dodged out of the way with ease and again
released a fury of ice upon him.
He didn't have time to move out of the way as ice bolt after ice bolt hit his form. He was frozen,
but I didn't stop shooting him. With another laugh that echoed through my soul he exploded. I
don't know how he laughed while encased in ice, but there are many unexplainable things when
dealing with the forces of hell.
I kept shooting even after his body had exploded into thousands of beautiful shiny ice shards and
melted onto the floor. I kept shooting till the ice bolts became smaller and smaller and I ran out
of mana. Then I just stood there almost as if I was in a trance.
I knew I could have been the summoner. How many times had I almost been corrupted? What
would have happened if I had given in to the evil in front of Andariel's lair? What would have
happened if I continued to drink and soil graves in search of treasure? Would I have become a
corrupted mage in which assassins kill and people fear? Could I have become Diablo's minion?
I banished these questions from my mind as I made my way back to the town. I felt wiser. More
sure of myself. The silly girlish notions of love and romance and my fear of fighting left me. I
knew that someday I would have time to put my staff away and raise a family of my own. But
today wasn't that day.
I would find Diablo and kill him just as the elder Sorceress's sent me to do. Somehow they knew
I, of all the others was perfect for the job. I was beginning to understand though I don't think I
will ever know the complete reason. All I knew is that Diablo and the other prime evils and
their minions of hell not only attacked physically with demons, monsters, and plagues. But they
also put doubt into your mind and tricked you into thinking you were doing good when you were
really doing evil.
I would kill Diablo. I knew I was capable of it. I walked into town feeling like a new woman. I
would raise Leharas from the dead and then face Diablo.
~
I hope that was ok. Probably a little confusing, but I tried. A little more dark and soap opera
like sometimes. Hee hee. Also I don't have barely any dialogue that you people like. : ( Hope
you still enjoyed it and please continue to fight the good fight for those of you who play Diablo.
I miss some of the older people who used to come onto Diablo fanfiction. Oh well. Hello to all
the new people.
Peace out.
stories. But someone wanted me to continue, so for their sake I will. (You know who you are.)
^_^
Did you know this was my first Diablo story? Now I have like 10 of them. I'm still proud of it
though. *Looks at story proudly.*
So thus continues the adventures of The Trainer.
Nothing too eventful happened the next couple days. Leharas and I simply fought in silence,
weary of the others presence. We barely showed emotion as we took each battle with a set face.
I did figure out that Leharas was very terrified of swarms. He didn't mean to show fear, but he
ran screaming when the first swarm attacked.
I swatted at the attacking swarm and shot an ice bolt into their mist. A bunch of them fell and
melted. Leharas attacked with his spear. Poking at the heart of the swarm wildly and out of
fear. Somehow this killed the swarm as the middle of the group of bugs seemed to have some
demonic essence. After this part was destroyed the remaining bugs who had been under the
influence of evil simply fell to their death. Very few managed to fly away.
Leharas looked over at me his cheeks blushing underneath the bites and stings. Fara must have
been amused to see us walking up to her with various bites and stings. She healed us easily as
the unnatural bug bites disappeared.
That was probably the only time Leharas and I sort of got along. We began laughing at each
other as we realized that we had just been attacked by a couple of bugs. These weren't even the
over-sized maggots or Sand Leapers. We stood there laughing till we couldn't even breath.
But whenever we heard a swarm we ran for cover and I would shoot at the hovering mass with
an ice bolt and Leharas would then poke at it causing the swarm of bugs to dismantle. We never
talked about the incident and I could tell that Leharas was genuinely afraid of the bugs and might
even have nightmares about it.
One night after coming back from trekking through the desert I was surprised to see Warriv
waiting for me. I stood there in shock because I had completely forgotten about the caravan.
Leharas was simply confused by my shock.
"Warriv..." I muttered.
"Anuck." He smiled the same goofy smile I remembered from my time in the West. He was the
same person I remembered. But I was different.
"I was wondering if I could treat you to dinner." He said seriously. I could tell he wanted to talk
to me. He glanced over to Leharas and studied the dark skinned mercenary curiously. I guess he
wanted to talk to me alone.
"Go ahead Leharas." I said. "Remember to meet here before dawn." I ordered. He nodded and
looked at Warriv and then went on his way.
I was surprised that I was actually eating alone with Warriv. He had set up a table by his caravan
on the side of the city. We ate under the moon and by candle light. Before coming to Lut
Gholein I would have been ecstatic to eat alone with Warriv like this.
We ate in uncomfortable silence. Finally Warriv broke the silence.
"Anuck. How has fighting fared for you here?" I shrugged. I never liked fighting but I wasn't
gonna tell Warriv this.
"Have you been well?" He said again trying to make conversation. I nodded my head and took a
bite of meat and chewed slowly not really tasting anything. He sighed sensing my mood and
looked down. I looked down at my plate.
"When did you get back, Warriv?" I said trying to sound cheerful. He gulped guiltily before
answering.
"A couple days ago actually. I would have come and found you earlier but..."
I looked up curiously. "Anuck." He said leaning forward. "Are you sure you are all right. The
night I came back... I found you..." My eyes narrowed as I remembered the night Leharas and I
had fought.
"I do not like you Anuck..." Leharas had said.
I didn't remember what happened after he left. But someone must have helped me to my room
because I awoke there instead of in the street like a drunkard.
"It was you..." I said looking at Warriv. I gulped embarrassed. Why did he have to see me like
that? "You were the one who helped me to my room." He nodded and stood up. I stood as well.
"I talked to some people from around here and they said you would spend your nights at the
tavern drinking with the other drunkards."
He said it as if he was asking a question. Perhaps he didn't believe what he had heard. I looked
down and stepped away from the table trying to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I
hadn't really thought about what had happened that night till now. I had focused on fighting and
completing the various quests involving the Horodric staff.
"It's true, Warriv." I said almost choking. "I was lost for a little while. I was foolish." I said
wiping my nose with my sleeve. He took my hand and I looked up into his eyes.
"I wish I were here, Anuck." He said. My name sounded like honey as he spoken. I looked up
into his eyes almost forgetting the discussion. I thought I had forgotten Warriv. I thought I had
put him and everybody else I knew in the West out of my mind.
"Perhaps I could have confronted you." He said and I noticed his face was awfully close to mine.
He kissed me. I was surprised at first and wasn't even aware that he had done it. I had dreamed
about kissing before and thought fireworks would explode in my head or that I would feel like I
was floating in the clouds. But I didn't feel anything.
It was as if I had lost the ability to feel. Or maybe I didn't want to. I'll never know what
happened. All I know is that everything I had dreamed about seemed to be coming true and I
didn't even care.
Warriv must have sensed it too. He backed away looking into my eyes curiously. I didn't smile.
I tried. But I couldn't. He looked down disappointed.
"Bye Warriv." I whispered.
I turned to go to my room and I never looked back.
That night I cried. I don't know what had happened. I had walked away and hadn't even cared.
Why? What was happening to me? If this had happened while I was still in the West I probably
would have been overjoyed.
I spent the rest of the night in meditation, clearing my mind. I used the same techniques the
Elder Sorceress's had taught me and the ones I had taught Annor. A clear mind cures
everything... even a questioning heart.
The next day I fought the Summoner. Leharas and I went through the Arcane Sanctuary. We
killed and never spoke a word. I never mentioned what happened between Warriv and I and
Leharas didn't ask about the Caravan master.
We traveled through the Arcane Sanctuary in silence. Only the screams of the monsters and the
shooting of my spells broke the magical silence of the realm. I didn't remember much of what
happened until we came upon the Summoner.
It was as if he was waiting for me in the corner of the Sanctuary. He smiled wickedly and
positioned himself in the traditional Spell-casters duel. All Mages knew of this position and I
too readied myself stretching my staff to my side with the occasional sparks of electricity, fire,
and ice emanating from it. From his staff came a globe of ice which floated in mid-air. We
were showing off our powers.
Leharas simply watched readying his simple spear which now gave fire damage from the various
gems imbued inside it.
Then the Summoner laughed and shot his ice bolt towards us. I quickly moved out of the way
and shot various fire bolts in his direction. They died out before they even got to him. He
laughed again and this time his laughter filled our entire soul and minds. Even if we were death,
I bet we would have heard his laughter. His laughter seemed to freeze the soul and slow us
down. He took advantage of our sluggishness and sent a froze nova towards us. The blast from
his spell left us paralyzed to his next spells. He bombarded us with an ice storm.
I quickly took a potion which dismissed some of the effects of the cold spells. I sent some more
fire balls over to him hoping to cancel out his ice spells. It was fire against ice. But he won as
the fire died away and he summoned more ice storms. I put up a shield around Leharas and I,
but it couldn't protect us from his cold laughter that made the soul feel cold and hopeless.
He froze me once more with an ice bolt and I was helpless as he came at me. Leharas saw this
and ran to fight him. He quickly jabbed the Summoner in his stomach, but the Summoner
whacked him with his over sized staff laughing wickedly. At that moment I unfroze, but I was
still helpless to stop the Summoner from killing Leharas off.
He shot Leharas with a huge ice bolt and the mercenary fell over stunned. Then with a swipe of
his staff he jabbed Leharas in the stomach turning the man into ice. All I could do was watch as
Leharas was encased in ice, his eyes wide with terror as he must have looked death in the eye.
Then the Summoner turned to me. I took another potion for health and mana. I must have
reached another level in my training. Despite what I had seen him do to Leharas, I was not
angry. And I wasn't angry because I hadn't liked Leharas. I still felt like I had to protect Leharas
with my magic when I could.
I was in a calm state as I stalked towards the Summoner. He laughed again, but I relished the icy
feeling in my soul. I felt myself turn cold and embraced the feeling. My strategy had been
wrong. I could not fight ice with fire. I had to fight ice with ice. With a quick movement of my
staff I shot ice bolt upon ice bolt onto the unsuspecting Summoner. He laughed thinking that he
was immune to the ice spells because he himself knew the ice spells. But he was wrong.
The ice encased him and he growled in confusion. He broke out of his icy barrier and
counteracted with an ice bolt headed my way. I dodged out of the way with ease and again
released a fury of ice upon him.
He didn't have time to move out of the way as ice bolt after ice bolt hit his form. He was frozen,
but I didn't stop shooting him. With another laugh that echoed through my soul he exploded. I
don't know how he laughed while encased in ice, but there are many unexplainable things when
dealing with the forces of hell.
I kept shooting even after his body had exploded into thousands of beautiful shiny ice shards and
melted onto the floor. I kept shooting till the ice bolts became smaller and smaller and I ran out
of mana. Then I just stood there almost as if I was in a trance.
I knew I could have been the summoner. How many times had I almost been corrupted? What
would have happened if I had given in to the evil in front of Andariel's lair? What would have
happened if I continued to drink and soil graves in search of treasure? Would I have become a
corrupted mage in which assassins kill and people fear? Could I have become Diablo's minion?
I banished these questions from my mind as I made my way back to the town. I felt wiser. More
sure of myself. The silly girlish notions of love and romance and my fear of fighting left me. I
knew that someday I would have time to put my staff away and raise a family of my own. But
today wasn't that day.
I would find Diablo and kill him just as the elder Sorceress's sent me to do. Somehow they knew
I, of all the others was perfect for the job. I was beginning to understand though I don't think I
will ever know the complete reason. All I knew is that Diablo and the other prime evils and
their minions of hell not only attacked physically with demons, monsters, and plagues. But they
also put doubt into your mind and tricked you into thinking you were doing good when you were
really doing evil.
I would kill Diablo. I knew I was capable of it. I walked into town feeling like a new woman. I
would raise Leharas from the dead and then face Diablo.
~
I hope that was ok. Probably a little confusing, but I tried. A little more dark and soap opera
like sometimes. Hee hee. Also I don't have barely any dialogue that you people like. : ( Hope
you still enjoyed it and please continue to fight the good fight for those of you who play Diablo.
I miss some of the older people who used to come onto Diablo fanfiction. Oh well. Hello to all
the new people.
Peace out.