The Gods Pugna – The Battle of the Gods 2
By Imperfectionist
Disclaimer: I do not own any Tamora Pierce characters etc. If I did, this isn't fanfiction.
AN: Hello wonderful readers and reviewers *hint hint* I hope you had a good Easter holiday, I did and I was being good because I wrote more and I'm writing the last chapter of this. And there will be a sequel, which I have to find time to type up.
But here is the second last chapter. Please enjoy.
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He stood up jadedly and glanced at the Gods around him. They all looked into the sky, with a blank face and stood with a strong stance. He too stared into the sky and his mind recognised the object of everyone's greatest threat.
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Two hurroks with the hide of the darkest shadows, but with the red eyes of a demon, their white fangs were in contrast with the rest of their body, their great wings moved with graciousness that can ever be achieved by something so morbid. They were tied to a great chariot, which looked like it was made of flaming magic, a dull black. Perched on the chariot was what stunned Joren the most.
He pictured the man who would create such force to threaten the Gods would be deformed by his ideas and hideous with corruption. However the man was beyond perfection, with smooth and slightly pale skin, a perfect arched nose, a firm mouth. His ebony hair past his shoulders like silk would, small loose locks of hair whipped in the air in an extravagant dance. His eyes were a colour of smoky grey, a colour with mystifying depth and hypnotising fascination.
Joren eyed this man carefully, and doubt his fairly strong built shoulders and arms, when his hands were as fair and as soft as a court lady's. Around this man, Joren could already feel the waves of his aura, at a long distance. The strength of his magic was overpowering the knight's body, causing him feeling weaker.
"To all you immortals known as Gods." The mage said his voice solid and clear. "I am Dominus Glyde, Master of all. I have come to end the world's slavery which serves you; they all have been forced to believe you are almighty and invincible. However you are just immortals with very little or unknown causes for death." Joren felt bonded and held by the Master's eyes, he struggled and pulled, but the master held him.
"For those who aid the immortals shall end with a dreadful fate, for I have the power, the weapons, and the strength to kill." The last word sent shivers up Joren's spine, suddenly, the breast plate of his armour dug into his ribs. He gasped for air but then found the landscape passing him in a blur.
As quickly as it happened, he landed, smacking his head into the trunk of a tree. His ears rang like bells, and his vision was blurred with unwanted tears. His lips bleed from being so dry; his lungs gasped for air, but were restrained by the armour. He lifted his numb arms and moved his stiff fingers. Blindly he began to remove his armour, starting from the fine gauntlets he wore and then the breast plate. Like a bird freed from the tight grip of a hand, Joren sucked in the air blissfully. His hands reached for the bottle at his belt and drained the remaining part of it.
Now he has recovered from his fall, his mind started working, producing questions and answers. He sat up cautiously and looked around to find himself in the familiar place under the lone healthy tree. Suddenly a clash of metals thudded behind him; he pulled his dagger and held it with an iron grip, but only found Kel spluttering from her own fall.
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Kel spluttered from the shock of her flight, pain trembled through her body when her body came in contact with the ground. She closed her eyes as she attempted to control herself from screaming in pain. A hand brushed her fringe from her sweaty forehead; she opened her eyes to see Joren who gazed at her with signs of affection.
"Nice fall Kel, I would like to see more from you." He smirked as he supported Kel who tried to sit up.
He pulled her water bottle from her belt and uncorked it for her. She took it with shaking hands and began to drain it. The rush of water on her lips and down her throat was as blissful as rain in the dessert. She gulped the water greedily until the last drop dripped into her moist tongue. Joren took the bottle and corked it and stood up, stretching his limbs as he looked around.
"Joren, where is Felix?" Kel wondered where their rogue companion was. If she remembered correctly this was where they left the girl to hide. It was strange that she wasn't here nor there were any of her things.
Kel sat in her deep thoughts, while she absentmindedly watches Joren walk to the other side of the great tree. She listened to his foot steps on the gravel as they crunched under weight. Until when he was fully not in her sight, he stopped; Kel couldn't hear his steps and began to wonder.
She sprang to her feet, and went on the other side of the tree.
"Joren, what is the-"She was cut short when in front of her lay an almost lifeless body and a shocked man.
Joren fell down to his knees and he crawled towards the almost lifeless body of Felix. Blood flowed over her hands which lay over her belly wound. She sprawled her legs as she slouched against the tree with effort. Joren reached with one hand and caressed her cheek, and brushing stray hair from her face. He crawled closer till he was close enough to hear her faint and ragged breathing.
Kel watched this awkwardly as she was the third wheel in this intimating scene. She quietly crept round the corner, making sure she was out of sight of the lovers, before Felix leaves and into the hands of the Black God.
She hugged her knees and wept; after years of practising she failed to hold her Yamani mask and let her grief run free. Everything has started to take an effect on her, she went into battle and she slaughtered many lives ruthlessly. She is losing her friend, someone who meant a lot to her. Kel had no idea how long she has been there grieving, when she heard shuffling sounds and felt the arm of Joren's around her shoulder.
A strong silence could not be described with a thousand words, the tension was so strong and yet they both had no strength to break it. It was when Kel found her voice did it break.
"I'm sorry Joren," She muttered as she wiped her tears hastily.
He did not speak; only just stare at the ground blankly. Kel wondered what he was thinking. Was he like her, the effect coming to him. Or did thoughts and the past occur to him, where it shall now haunt him in his dreams or prevent him in his future actions.
"Don't be sorry," he began to move away, "we should bury her."
Kel nodded and began to walk around the other side of the tree, where the body of Felix lay.
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AN: Um..it's slightly short but thank you very much for reading all this, and your wonderful reviews, they really made me happy. And I can tell you I remember everyone's reviews so don't underestimate it. I'll see you soon.