Altanion's Wrath

PART VII

Thunderclaps rumbled in the sky, the clouds swayed and changed from chalk to charcoal black, the atmosphere down below darkened a shadow casted over the realm.

Electric beams shot about the realm, making impact and exploding rocks nearby, the beams coming from Altanion. Him now being in his true form, of a human, his long raven hair, falling around his shoulders, and piercing golden eyes, which could look into the depth of your soul, most unusual eyes for a human. Despite that he looked so young typically of twenty years old, he was in actual fact several hundreds of years old.

Though in many people's eyes he considered beautiful, though there was a mysterious character about him, always being able to give people that eerily feeling when they were around him, indicating that there wasn't something quite right about him.

Muttering and chanting could be heard passing Altanion's lips, his features being of deep concentration, his eyebrows knitted together, and eyes closed, hands together, almost as if he was praying, but wasn't. Instead one hand fell to his side, whilst the other was outstretched before him, like he was reaching out, his finger's bent, as if clutching onto something. His chanting grew louder, and stronger, overpowering the sounds of thunderclaps, making a deafening rumble, his fingers bending more and more, until eventually his hand formed into a fist, and the earth began to slightly shake. One could see that he was doing dark magic, as his chanting stopped, and the rumbling died down, the cloudy atmosphere returning, diminishing the thunder. A smile touched his lips, being successful with his spell. Now was the time Cammi would suffer, and suffer he shall.

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Swinging his sword in an arc, Cammi swiped at his father.

The two were on the fighting beams, and training against one another, seeing how much Cammi had improved in the time he had been away, though he was gradually building up to the same level as his father.

Sir Plucki blocked Cammi's attacks, and inserted a few blows of his own, nudging Cammi to the edge of the beam where the spinning things would take him, but every time he drew close, Cammi would do something to prevent himself getting near or whacked off.

Still being in a fierce fight, trying to knock on another off, though nearly every time Sir Plucki managed to knock Cammi off. Only once was there a time when they both fell off together, because of Cammi's clumsiness.

Flashback

Cammi, 10 years of age.

Standing near the edge of the fighting beam, and still fighting his father, he scanned the area to try and distract his father's attention, but he wasn't buying it.

Cammi knew that it would only take two steps backwards before he would be knocked off the beam. But he wouldn't let that happen again, he had to find some way to distract his father's attention, he just had too.

Whilst defending himself and blocking more attacks from his father, his mind went into a trance and he immediately remembered his father and his friends telling him his best friends Sir Cubbi's grandfather's training when he was a young cub. Placing his staff and on the beam, and using it as a jumping pole he jumped over his dad, but his dad stopped him, whilst in mid-air, having seen Cammi pull that move he knew immediately what he was trying to do.

Sir Plucki used his free hand, and grasping Cammi's front, pulled him back onto the beam. But whilst bringing back onto the beam, Cammi fidgeted and accidentally lashed out with his staff, and struck him, though of course he didn't know whether he hit his father or the beam because he had his eye's shut.

Cammi felt himself fall further down, when he then made impact with the ground, with a thud, and knew that he had fallen off the beam, again.

Though as he sat up a groan escaping his lips, he turned and saw his father right by his side, looking at him.

A smirk crept up on Cammi's face, finally achieving his goal, as he burst out laughing, and thumped the air.

End of Flashback

Guessing by Cammi's smirk, his father soon realised what Cammi was smirking about, and too smiled at the memory, partically when he tickled Cammi mercilessly for that little stunt, and Cammi turned several shades of red, laughing so hard, tears streaming down his face and begging him constantly to stop.

Continuing with their training, defending, blocking and putting a few blows of their own in from time to time, and edging one another to the edge of the beam.

Cammi began to pant heavily, his brow teamed with sweat, and his face paled and drained of energy. What was wrong with him? What was happening to him?

He could feel his heart beating rapidly, almost wildly, and his breathing becoming very laboured as he reached his hand up and placed it over where his heart was.

Becoming dizzy, his vision swayed, and his mind span round in circles, as he began to stumble on the beam. His father looking at him in the deepest concern and worry as he signalled that the fight between them was over, and reached out towards Cammi to steady him, but Cammi lost his footing and his balance and fell off on to the ground below.

Now gasping for air, his hand tightened its hold on his chest, his eyes screwed shut, and all sound drowned out. Then he felt someone by his side, and shaking him violently wanting him to stay conscious and keep his eyes open, but he couldn't, the pain was so immense that it prevented him from opening his eyes, to give whomever it was the satisfaction. Now feeling someone pick him up off the ground, he knew immediately it was his father and was taking him to sick bay, knowing full well that no matter what condition he was in, his father always wanted to take him whatever the circumstances. His father had always been the over protective type and especially around him, even though at times he hated it, because it would embarrass him. But boy was Cammi now fed - up to the back teeth of the sick bay, ever since he stepped foot into Gummadoon, that where he spent most of his time.

It seemed only seconds to Cammi, when he was laid and placed down on a bed in sick bay, his father by his side, and the medics immediately buzzing around the place and surrounding him, so all he could see was there faces.

The medics examined Cammi over, trying to find out the source of what was wrong with him, and secretly hoped that what they thought was wrong with him was not true, but it was, and it meant ill news for him, and his family.

Though one thing that did leave all the medics confused, was that although Cammi had a heart virus was that under normal circumstances the patients would show symptoms a few weeks or even months before they actually collapse and are at the final stage of the heart virus, but Cammi had shown none. Not one sign had Cammi shown to indicate that he had the symptoms, and this is what left them bewildered.

They didn't usually have very many heart virus's, in actual fact, it was very rare, so they didn't really have much medication for a heart virus, but they did have a few herbs as they immediately set to work.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Lilli sat on Cammi's bed snuggled up to him, her head laid beside his, as she placed her hand on top of his which covered his heart, whilst the other smoothly stroked his brow, moving any strands of hair that fell into his face. Occasionally she would whisper sweet comforting words to him, hoping to ease his pain, as tears spilled down her cheeks, deeply hurt to see him this way.

Everyone in Gummadoon knew that this was evil work done at hand here, and had performed it on Cammi.

Cammi whimpered, and tightened his hold on his chest, as if all air was being sucked out of him though he did relax when he felt Lilli's presence. Her presence was all he needed right now, it soothed him to know that she was near, trying to help him out in any way she could. His other friends, he had heard from Lilli, were looking in the library's trying to find information on the Spirits and bothering the Council with questions that even they were trying to find answers too, but so far there wasn't much success.

END OF PART VII

PART VIII COMING SOON!