(I'm pathetic aren't I? Just updating a story, with two chapters left, that only has one reviewer… doesn't that seem pathetic? Well, I actually wouldn't be updating a story if no one was around to read it; that's what Jay Are Vee doesn't understand!)
The Myth of Crystaelius:
Chapter Sixteen: Fate
The great, looming darkness of the pit seemed intimidating, but to Jet, it was more like a welcoming. He was not frightened as he flew higher and higher towards it, rather, he felt calm.
All the noises around him became silent once he entered the darkness.
Aaron watched the small figure fly into the large pit. He felt somewhat relieved, but also sad; he was unable to help. Since that day ten years ago, Aaron always held himself responsible for Jet's death. He knew well that if he had not been standing under that weak portion of the ceiling, the younger boy would not have had to push him out of the way. Aaron was supposed to have been the older one; he was the one who should have protected his friends. The tragedy that befell the Enduro family was a horrid one. He did not even know how Jet's mother was, but he could never allow himself to go back to that town.
Jet felt himself falling; he quickly flapped his wings and gradually landed, his boots crushing a few blades of grass.
He sighed and glanced around. He was not standing in complete darkness, but rather a massive field. The clear blue sky was littered with lazily drifting clouds, but there was no sun. Several trees dotted the scene. It was a beautiful place, but Jet was not impressed by its tranquility. This was a place where he did not belong, and he would most likely never go.
"Quite a scene for such a lonely place, is it not?"
Jet spun around to see Crystaelius limping over to him. He was clutching his right arm and seemed to be wounded and weak.
"I'm not really surprised that you're alive; no one I kill these days stays dead." Crystaelius chuckled. "I'm not alive, Jet. I've reverted back to my spiritual state, but that is exactly what I wanted."
"Why?"
"Because I can fully merge with Dawn now that I am a nonliving entity. I can make absolute sure that Filgaia is consumed," he answered. Jet shrugged. "Oh, okay, and how are you going to do that?" The Ewl smiled. "I won't be alone any longer…"
He rose and hovered in the air as the sky began to darken. He grinned as a blood red aura surrounded him. "You see, Jet, you cannot judge life, and that is why I will end it! My family and the people in my town were massacred, and I will make sure that vengeance will be taken!"
His pupils turned a crimson shade and his aura burst out as two, large wings sprouted from his back. He laughed maniacally as the field of flowers and grass died, as well as the trees. Another burst of energy occurred before silence overtook the scene.
The once beautiful field was now a barren wasteland, and Crystaelius landed softly on the ground.
"I have become as you are, Jet. Your power comes from that of life, but mine is that of death," he stated. His voice was empty and hollow; its tone was slightly mutilated.
Jet smirked. "Good, maybe we'll have a fair fight this time?"
"Hardly."
The Drifter ground his teeth and fired a blast of green energy at his adversary. The blast hit its target and exploded. Jet began to grin, but it faded to a frown once he saw the figure still standing in the exact same position. "Shit," he thought as Crystaelius appeared behind him. He turned around, only to be grasped by the throat and raised into the air.
"What happened to your great power, Jet? The power that was going to defeat me?" He grasped harder and slammed Jet to the ground, forming a sphere of dark energy. The Drifter flew out of the way as the explosion occurred. He created his sword again and dashed at Crystaelius.
The Ewl took to the air and smirked as Jet slashed at him. He avoided the flurry of attacks, and twirled around, firing another energy sphere. The blast collided with Jet and flung him to the ground, but he slashed through it and fired his own attack.
Crystaelius swept it away and formed his own sword before heaving another, more powerful blast. Jet dodged it and flew back towards the boy; their blades met each other, causing a powerful shockwave to erupt from the two.
Jet ground his teeth and dashed around Crystaelius, attempting an attack from the back. The Ewl chuckled and blocked the sword, countering by slashing the Drifter back to the ground, but before he could land, Crystaelius appeared behind Jet and hit him again, knocking him to the ground.
"You see, Jet? My ambitions will not be silenced! Dawn will absorb all of Filgaia! Yes, right now!"
Todd noticed it while the others conversed about what plan of action to take. The pit of darkness spread out and covered the sky, slowly falling to the ground. He was not sure what to think of it. Had Jet failed in stopping Dawn, or was there something more sinister behind this?
He sighed and noticed Aaron was watching it as well, but the expression on his face showed nothing but regret.
Crystaelius winced as he noticed Jet standing in the center of the crater. He seemed to be in pain, but the Drifter stood straight and floated back up to his opponent.
"So, you still have some fight left in you? It is too late to stop Dawn." Jet wiped some blood from his lower lip. "Yeah, maybe, but I feel like slamming you into the dirt; you won't get rid of me that easily."
"So I see…"
(Yeah, this was a short chapter, but the real fight's next chapter.)
