Well, I'm back again, and with more writing to be read! Woot woot, go me! Yeah, you all know the deal on the disclaimer and such, so I'm not going to waste my time with it. Hope you all enjoy this chapter of Garo-y goodness!
Cold, cold numbing darkness. Celt wasn't even sure if he was living. He felt as if he was drifting away, the darkness overbearing him, but each time, he would pull from it, in a frenzied fit to live, and pushed the dark away. He heard a soft and harsh voice in his head. "You struggle so hard to live… when you're race has no purpose to live. There wouldn't be too much of a difference without you, of all people if you died." The voice said, and Celt could almost hear the Reaper grin from a pocket of the darkness that flooded his mind. "Shut the hell up." Celt retorted furiously, between strangled breaths. "It's true. What a single Garo going to do? You, of all people, break the curse? You'll just die. Like you are dying right now." He said, and Celt growled.
"Who the hell are you, telling me that I have no significance!" He yelled out, for once having a belief he could defend: the fact he held purpose. "I am the Grim Reaper, the one who takes the souls of the dead. You, my friend, are just holding on barely. The more you resist the more it'll hurt you, no one else. Just die." He said, and Celt was outraged. "NO! I WILL NOT GIVE UP SO EASILY! I WILL LIVE, I WILL BREAK THE CURSE, AND I WILL NOT DIE!" He roared, and the darkness began to recede, and he heard a laughing voice. "Good, that's what I was hoping. You passed with flying colors. You'll live for now. I'll see you when your time does come." The voice said, going from harsh to gentle and soothing. Celt regained feeling of his legs, and realized that he was standing, his fists clenched, and the last thing he saw from the darkness that had left him was a pair of twinkling green eyes. "Don't disappoint us now, Celt." The Reaper said, as he regained feeling in his entire body.
He fell to his knees in incredible pain, as the pain of the wound came rushing back to him, and he gasped in unbearable pain. "You ok?" He heard from the left of him, and he looked over, and saw a female, draped in sheikah garb. Her face was taped from the chin up to the bottom of her mouth, and chin length black hair framing deep crimson eyes. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He roared, at his mortal enemy. The sheikah don't remember what they did to the Garo, but the Garos still do. They remember how they cursed not just their descendant, but the entire race of Garo, each and every descendant. The only thing that the Garo don't know is if they deserve it. Either way, they hated the Sheikah for what their mercilessness.
He swung one of his blades at her in a feeble attempt to kill her, before she did him. She back flipped away from the blade. "What the hell man!" She exclaimed, as he clutched his chest, panting deeply, limped over in pain. His cobalt eyes where steeped in a primal instinct to live, and were filled with hatred towards the person of the race that had condemned the Garo. The look of pure fear for one's own life struck pity into the heart of the Sheikah. "I'm not going to hurt you…" She said, as she approached him, as he lashed out again, like a wounded dog pinned in a corner. "Get the hell away!" He exclaimed. His fine hair, crusted with blood fell into his eyes. "STAY BACK!" He roared as she approached a third time, and he went into a frenzy, letting go of his chest, and letting his secondary blade slide out of his sleeve.
"You damnable sheikah! You condemned us all to an eternity of servitude, everything that we have to live through is all your fault!" He roared, as he swung at her, and she dodged. She looked at him inquisitively. "What are you talking about?" She asked, as she dodged another blow, and blinked at him, her bangs covering her eyes. "I don't know what you mean, but you seem delusional…" She said, unsheathing her blades, as a twisted smile formed under her mask. "I'll just have to put you out of it then." She said, and charged at him.
Celt's brain felt fried. He didn't know what was going on, he just felt something new overwhelm his body, moving his limbs, something that he thought felt familiar, but long since forgotten, a new energy surging through his body. He roared at the Sheikah, as he let his blades drag behind him. She was running at him too, and she wondered who would be the first to strike. She decided she would be the first to strike, and to end it with a swift slash with her two swords. "Prepare to die!" She exclaimed, a second before she swung the blades.
Just as she swung, Celt rolled directly under it, and as he was rolling, kicked her dead in the stomach, with both his feet, and it lifted her off her feet, and she was sent flying backwards rolling, and she sprung up after gaining her bearings, her vision blurry, and she saw a blur of blades fly by her face, and she parried his blows. He launched a horizontal slash at her which she swung her blade at and swat the blade from her, and he thrust his second sword at him, which she sidestepped, and then did a spin slash at him, which he stopped with his blade tilted vertically where the blade should have cut into his side. They sat there, clashed for a few seconds, and then they had a close range battle with their second blades.
He would launch a diagonal slash, and she would meet it with one of her own, throwing each others arms back, for another strike, causing what was about a half minute of back and forth attacking, slashing at one another, crashing blades into one another, causing booms to emanate from the enormous force they were putting into the blows, as the weather began to change above them, the morning cloudiness becoming dark clouds, as rain began to fall from the skies and thunder began booming from the heavens. Eventually, they took their swords from their sides, and began using them to attack, and they clashed back and forth, blade hitting upon blade, clashing and sliding off one others blades, as their intricate steps and slashes became one, and they clashed for a few seconds, gazing into each other's eyes, strain written all over their faces.
She was pissed. How could she be on par with a guy with a huge freaking gaping hole in his chest? This was absurd, she shouldn't be losing this battle, but yet here she was fighting down this boy about her age, wounded, being matched for every skill. What was it about him? His eyes were filled with a desperate urge to live, and a burning hatred towards her she didn't understand. Then he threw her back, for he had mustered up strength enough to push her back. She was sent off balance, and she rolled and landed on a knee to avoid falling over. She held her blades at ready, poised to strike at him, as he did, holding his blades at ready to strike her down. They rushed at each other, duel blades lethal and sharpened to kill, ready to administer the final blow to each other.
Running towards each other, Celt lashed out quickly, but the Sheikah anticipated this, and redirected the blow away from her with her blade, and had a full open shot at him to kill him, but he realized this himself and managed to turn enough in the split second to lay one eye on his soon to be killer. "This is it, I guess…" He said, as she brought down her sword on him, but as the blade was to cut into his neck, she took a sudden pity on him, as intense sadness entered his vivid eyes, and she manipulated her blade, and drove the hilt into his neck, and knocked him out. As he fell, he had mixed emotions. Why… did she not kill me? After all that was said? I should've died… Maybe I really do have a reason in life I need to complete… and won't die until it's accomplished… He thought, before the darkness encompassed his mind, and he hit the cold ground, rain falling on his face, as lonely thunder sounded above the two, the fallen Garo, and the victorious Sheikah. She sighed, and carried him away, to mend his wounds. Why, she wondered, why she was helping him. It was even beyond her. It just felt like she should've.
Another somewhat short, but as equally good chapter for all of you guys. Bah, it bugs me that all my chapters are kind short. I'm sure you all enjoy them regardless. I hope at least as much XD Well, hope you enjoyed it, and tune in later for another woefully short chapter of Edge of Regret! I'm sure there will be an amazingly long chapter one day though. XP