Well, here's the second update on the ficlet, and sorry for the long wait for those who wanted to see the second part up as soon as possible. Studies does wonderful things to your brain when you're trying to think and figure out how to continue. That, and I wonder how the hell can teachers live with the guilt of driving their students to insanity with the serious over-load of work they throw at us. -Dies pathetically- They're the advocates of the devil, I swear. Bah.
Disclaimer:
Nope, no own any of the pretty boys in Weiß, nope. However though, I do own the creatures here and the funkyweapons they have as well. Grins Plot is mine, mine and mine alone. Anyone who decides to happily copy it will risk having serious bitching from yours truly. GAH.
Serious thanks to you-know-who-s for the "Dungeons and Dragons" guidebooks which is helping me here.
Warning:
AU/Alternate UniverseFiclet.
Continuation of the Prologue from the previous chapter. Next chapter is the first.
Read and enjoy the rest. -Bows-
Prologue 2: Feuer
A roar from behind, he spun back, arrow drawn and bow strung. He pointed the weapon upwards and released it. Bending slightly, he leapt backwards as the dead Oni fell to the ground with a deadening thud, the pointed end of the arrow showing on the back of the creature. More roars followed the death of the first Oni, the redhead lifting his head as he counted. There were eight in front of him, slowly advancing as their eyes changed to red. His right hand fell to his side as he bent down, fingers slowly wrapping themselves around the blade before a shadow loomed over him.
Violet eyes opened wide in realization, barely managing to roll out of the way as the Oni behind him smashed its spiked club onto the very spot where he had been standing in just a few seconds ago.
He gritted his teeth as he drew out his dagger, only to dive face first onto the ground as the Oni regained composure and swung the club sideways, missing his head just by mere inches. He rolled away, jumping onto his feet as he dodged round to the back, twirling the dagger to get it into position before he leapt forward onto the Oni's back. It roared in fury, thrashing around in an attempt to get the human off its back. Hand grabbing onto the creature's shoulder, he planted his feet flat on the Oni's back, catching the sight of the rest of its pack mates charging forward.
He swung himself to the left just as one Oni brought its sword down, slashing its pack mate instead of the human. The sharpened blade cut through, cutting the Oni in half as its final cry of pain rose from its mouth. The bottom half stood for a moment while its pack mate looked on for a moment, before falling with a thud sound. Taking advantage of the sword-wielding Oni's bewilderment, the young boy dashed forward, dodging under the Oni's arms. Tilting his body slightly, he brought his dagger up, embedding it in the Oni's throat.
It roared for a split second, the sound dying as the dagger drove deeper into its throat. Moving back slightly, the redhead rushed forward, slamming his shoulder into the Oni, causing it to lose its balance and fall back, its grip on the sword gone as the metal weapon dropped onto the ground with a loud clang. Rolling off, he rushed towards the sword and picked it up with both hands, barely managing to parry off a blow from another.
He fell backwards, the impact of the blow knocking him off his feet. The Oni advanced, three blocked off his escape route to the forest, the others moving to flank him. Fear gripped him as the Oni before him raised the spiked club above his head, right hand feeling around his side, eyes unable to move away from the club.
The Oni roared, a cry of victory as his hand came across the cloth wrapped handle of the sword. Yelling loudly, he gripped the sword, flinging in a sideward direction as he felt himself being pulled forward by the heavy metal. The victory cry changed to one of pain, the metal biting into skin, flesh and finally embedded itself halfway in the Oni's body. Red liquid flowed down the length of the sword in a thin stream, burning the redhead's hand on contact. He jerked his hand back, scrambling away from the tiny puddle of red liquid forming under the Oni.
The Oni chocked, foaming slightly at the mouth before the legs gave way under it. It came crashing down, violet eyes opening wide as he tried to scramble to safety. Fear was slowly starting to replace the adrenaline in his body.
'No, stop… No, please, NO!'
Flames sprung up, englufing the Oni's body as the young boy looked on in surprise. In a matter of seconds, the body was but mere ashes floating to the ground. The rest of the pack trembled slightly, the feeling of magic in the air sending shivers down their spine while the redhead looked on, surprise evident in his eyes.
The entire forest was silent, the breeze seeming to pick up strength as it blew through the forest.
His ears pricked, catching the faint sound of feathers rustling as a blast of wind came at them at full force. Behind him, he could hear the furious roars of three of the remaining Onis come to a sudden halt before the only sound he could register at all was the sound of the wind.
Feuer... Abyssian.
The redhead whirled around, scrambling on fours as he fought to keep his balance in the sudden gale that had appeared in the forest. Violet eyes widened when he saw a winged figure hovering in mid-air above the river, blond locks blowing across his face, carassing it, hiding emerald green orbs behind them. A light green aura surrounded him, white wings outstretched to their fullest.
Filthy creatures, pathetic creations of the darkness. You have brought your downfall upon yourselves, pitting yourselves against us.
He blinked. It was like the wind had a voice of its own, it iseemed/i as though it was the wind which was speaking, for the blond had not moved his mouth at all. A sudden burst of air shot past him, a sharp pain coming from his left cheek, followed by the feeling of something wet trailing down as one by one the Onis were sliced into half by an unseen force. The trees shook with the intensity of the wind, large ancient oaks threatening to uproot and collapse onto their sides at any given moment before the gale died down as sudden as it had started, to a gentle breeze.
Hand trembling, he reached up to his cheek, feeling the wetness before he smelt a slight coppery smell. Bringing his hand down, he stared shocked at his fingers, which were coated with a crimson liquid that gleamed in the bright sunlight.
'... Blood.'
He heard the flapping of large wings, the sound snapping him out of his shocked state as he instinctively went into a defensive posture, left leg placed behind him, balancing his body as his right hand whipped out another dagger from its hiding place on his body. His eyes scanned the area, searching for the winged being, before an arm wrapped itself around his torso, the other coming up to cover his eyes, blocking his view as the mysterious force of wind trapped his body, rendering him immobile.
"It is not time yet, there is no need to awaken this early. This is my folly, my mistake of falling prey to such miserable creatures. Sleep, one of fire, the day will come when you will fully recall the happenings of the past. Until then, sleep, and enjoy the time you have left in this mundane life you lead now."
The last image he saw was one of an entity of fire, burning brightly against the darkness, a soft green aura glowing around the red as a gentle breeze blew round it, controlling it, helping it grow.
A soft tenor voice laughed happily as the flames shot up towards the heavens, suddenly giving light to darkness for a moment before he fell into a deep slumber.
A/N:
C&Cs please? Flames will be royally bitched at. Bah.