Hello, necromaster! It is this story's 100th page anniversary (we wrote a copy before posting it on fan fic) happy birthday!
Chapter 2: a grim krovesport
The pyromancer drank the potions, and felt refreshed as he saw the wound heal immediately. Suddenly, a huge explosion hit the air, nearly breaking Luke's eardrums. "What the heck are those crazy villagers doing now?" Luke wondered as he bolted out the door.
He heard screams and shouts as he wandered toward the smoke. The smoke smelled good. Very good. "Everfire, get over here!" He roared. More screams wrenched the air as his magnificent demon wolf, Everfire, came speeding up to him from down the street. "Let's go!" Luke told him, jumping on his back.
The sight at the explosion was horrifying. About 10 or so men with now-mangled dragonslayer armor were all over the street. There were about 20 small dark dragons around them, hissing. But among them stood a taller figure. His jet black skin and dragon qualities announced he was a dracomancer. He also had moglin ears, making him look odd, but still sinister. He also carried a long staff with a skull on one end and a dragon fang on the other.
'And, who, may I ask, are you?" The tall pyromancer called out, in his laid back tone.
"Let me guess, a dragonslayer?" The figure hissed. "My name is Michael. Remember it well."
Luke saw the dracomancer point at the ground and saw something crawl out of it. The sudden realization hit him hard. A necromancer too! The skeleton wandered toward him with a large sword. Luke relaxed and the skull knight burst into flame. The horde of mini-dragons watched, spell-bound.
The necro-dracomancer tried again, this time with two skeletons, but Luke simply burst them into flame. Blazing, they fell to the ground. "So that fool was right! He IS powerful." Michael hissed harder. The earth rumbled when a mini-dragon made of bones wrenched itself from the ground.
"All right, take this!" Michael screeched as his zombie-dragon rushed forward.
"No problem!" Luke said as he let loose a blast of fire.
"Looks as though we are at a stalemate again. But not for long. Come my brothers!" Michael said as a hoard of dragons appeared on the horizon.
"Uh-oh." Luke said nervously.
"Attack, with dark tornado!" Michael yelled as the dragons sent a scorching wave at the pyromancer. Ka Pow!
"All right, bub, now I get serious!" Luke hollered. "Inferno blast!" A slamming blast emerged from the heavens.
"Counterattack! Chaos hurricane!" Michael yelled as a whirlwind of darkness erupted from his body.
The tow forces collided with such force that could level a small town. Well, actually, it did. Krovesport lay in ruins.
'Whoops, I forgot to pay the innkeeper for the potions!" Luke remembered.
"You're not a dragonslayer, are you?" Michael said in a harsh voice.
"No, I'm not. I'm Luke the pyromancer, or Luke incinerator. And who are you?"
"I am Michael the dragon fiend, or Michael the true dark lord. Have you ever taken the life of a dragon?"
"Well, If you don't count the ones you just sent at me, and the occasional one that tried to EAT me, none. How are you so connected with them?" Luke asked.
"It was twenty years ago…"
"Wait a minute, you were born twenty years ago?"
"Yes, my dark powers make me look younger. It's really cool. Anyway, on with the story. 20 years ago my 'family' abandoned me near dragonstone and I was found by Grimfang, a dragon hunted by the dragonslayers. After years bo being raised by dragons, I morphed into part dragon. Then they came. The dragonslayers came with a moglin with a strang staff. They killed Grimfang. They killed my father. So I killed them. Except the moglin. He saw potential in me. He trained me. And so I honed my skills with hatred in my heart."
"Interesting."
"And what about you, pyromancer?"
"Ever since I was young, I liked fire. Really liked fire. The blaze, the crack, it amazed me. So when I heard of the fire lord, I thought he was my hero, but then he came…… the overlord."
"Whose he?" Michael asked a little brighter.
"Don't you read the battleon bulletin? Oh, that's right, you live in the mountains. He killed all the elemental lords and took their places. And when I heard, I boiled and burned with rage. So I swore to take the fire lord's place by destroying the overlord. Afterward, I trained as a pyromancer. And now, as the most powerful pyromancer, you find me on my last quest. Find the overlord."
Well, it seems that we both need to kill someone. I guess we should help each other…for now." Michael said in his usual dark tone
"We need training. I heard that the ninjutsu temple helped create the prophecy." Luke said.
"Huh?" said Michael confused.
"You've never heard of the prophecy?"
"Eh?"
"Two legendary heroes of dark and fire, heroes of the vampire-werewolf war, made a prediction. They said that in a time of great turmoil, two more heroes of their own elements, would rise and destroy the overlord and bring peace and restore the elements."
"I don't know about peace, but restoration of the elements would be good. I'm in." Michael remarked. So the two unlikely partners embarked on their journey. Yet they had no idea of the trouble that awaited them…
2 hours later
"Okay, where are we?" Michael questioned.
'Well, we're somewhere in the mountains" Luke replied.
"We're lost, aren't we." Michael said.
"Well, were somewhere!"
"Bark, Bark!" Said a voice from nowhere. "Grrrrrr…" Everfire then roared.
"Uh, I think we had better run. Now." Michael said.
"Good idea." Luke replied. And so the two (cowardly) heroes ran away from the sound.
"Thwoom! WhistleWhistleWhistle, thwink!"
"What was that?" Michael asked. They ran around a corner when out of nowhere a ninja star whizzed past them.
"Kinda close, huh?" Luke said.
"Beyond close, Idiot!" Michael said, infuriated. About half of Michael's hair was shaved off by the star.
'Want me to light the rest on fire?" Luke said slyly. "That way you will be bald instead of having a really weird haircut."
"Shut up. Not all of us are so unhealthy obsessed with fire."
Suddenly, a ninja in black robes fell from a tree. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sha…"
"Come, my brothers! Beat the #$!/., out of that ninja!"
"Wait, he's a ninja, he can help us!" Luke yelled.
"Please don't kill me, Mr. Scary Pants! I'm only level one! I haven't Lived that long!"
"Fine, but you owe me a favor." So after "Mr. Scary Pants" calmed down, the ninja took them to the temple. That's when the growing started again.
