Sorry for the delay on writing! It's because of my damnable computer. Damn you computer, damn you to the deepest bowels of hell! See, I got this nifty upgrade on my hard drive... but Microsoft Word has been wiped from the hard drive! So the chapter I've already written is unaccesable, because it's Word, and this is WordPad, which apparanlty has a short out and freezes when I try and load Word files, and has no spell check, so now I have to re-read. -sigh- Oh well. XD As long as you guys enjoy it, I'm fine. Well, here's another chapter of Edge of Regret! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Upload Edit: This was completely written without spell check. XD So try not to ride me too hard about any mispellings or misuse of punctuation, etc. Please and thank you!
Celt and Raidell walked through snowy fields, towards a small settlement. "Raidell... how do you know about the Garo exactly?" He asked, and Raidell shrugged. "I've got direct access to the Sheikah's Library. It's filled with all kinds of ancient info and stuff. I read up about the incident with the Garo and Sheikah, and just lightly brushed up on it. Apparantly, the Garo is intended to be one of the Sheik's best hidden secrets. You'd have to kill Sere before you'd get in there." Raidell said, and Celt wondered if info sufficient enough would be in there to learn how to break the curse.
Celt noted how odd the Sheikah were. He thought they were to be some ungodly powerful group, with a tightly secured settlement with legend like warriors. If their predecessor could curse an entire race, he assumed the rest of them were equally as powerful... but they seemed quite quaint and simple... but maybe that was exactly the ploy they intended to set up. Then he was snapped back to reality by Raidell's voice.
"Ah, we're almost there child..." Raidell said, as he noted a Sheik approaching them. He wore a fine black cloak similar to Celts, and white hair framed jade eyes and wore a pair of sage-like glasses. Raidell thought he was up to no good, because he wasn't from this settlement. Raidell knew almost all of the villagers from each of the settlements. And he... didn't seem to be from this settlement. Was he from Hyrule...? He must've been... almost all of the shiek here had black or brown hair... and then there was the occaisonal blonde... but white? That was almost irrefutably a trademark of Hyrulian sheik.
As he walked by Celt, he grinned wildly. "DIE!" He roared as he swung an open hand at Celt, and Celt stepped back only a second quick enough, but even though the hand missed, it cut his face. Raidell stood aside, not to interfere with a battle that wasn't his until he begun to lose. Celt ran a hand across his cut, and tasted the blood. He grinned, as he ripped the wound open more, and grinned wildly. The sheik looked unnerved, as he stepped back. "Blood's Cataclysm." He said, blood running down his face, a fire lit in his eyes. He knew what this Sheiks style was... it was pure draw-of-the-blade fighting. Deadly speeds... only counterable by a speed of the same kind, which he didn't have... until now.
"Athos' Curse." He said, almost without realizing it, running his hand across his bloodied face, tracing arcane runes in the air with his blood, realizing he didn't move of his own free will anymore. It seemed that Cataclysm had taken over, and was casting a spell, and as he cast it, he grinned madly, his eyes slowly fading from cobalt, to white with a black outline, and black pupils. His hair slowly began to lengthen, and fade to white, and his voice suddenly changed. "Who calls upon me?" He said, in a deep ancient voice. He looked up, at the terrified looking sheik. "Oh... you want me to kill him?" He asked himself. Raidell was amazed. How did he not realize this kind of power hidden within this little boy? Apparantly, this Cataclysm technique the boy used, he didn't even know the full potential of.
The ancient spirit now embodying Celt sighed. "This being your first summon, child, I will let it go. I will kill him. But next time, don't call me unless it's neccessary, or I will consume you." he said, throwing off his cloak. Strapped to his arms, were the blade sheaths where Celt concealed his swords. "This one is all thats needed." Athos said, throwing off the other one off, and reaching his hand to his sheath, smiling sternly at the Sheik, who had regained his composure. "What the hell is wrong with you!" He said, as he reached into his sleeve. Athos smiled. "All is well with me. You... on the other hand..." He said, his grin widening, showing pointed teeth. "Will be in peices soon." And he rushed at him, at intense speed.
Elsewhere...
Raeth stomped towards the assignment post. "BLAAAAANK." She rumbled as she stepped in, silencing everyone in the post, slamming the door behind her. "You said ONE DAY MAX!" She roared at the hooded old man. He nodded. "Yes, I said the max time that needed to be spent would be a day-" and he was cut off by her grabbing his collar, and lifting him off his seat. "Where the hell is he. He's been gone for too long." and he frowned. "You have no respect at all-" And from Raeth's forehead, veins of shadow crept across her forhead, curling down towards her eyes. "Family is priority over respect. Do you want to anger me? Tell me where he is. NOW." She said, her fists beginning to flame a dark purple, eyes fading to black. Blank gasped. "Child, what have you been doign to yourself!" He exclaimed. "You're a demon!" He exclaimed, squirming in her vice-like grip.
She grinned. "No. I've just been testing the power of this god forsaken curse on the Garo. The sin behind this curse is intense... filled with power of dark magnitude. This isn't even the beginning. Tell me where my brother is right now, or I'll show you what the curse of Garo REALLY is like." She said, and he nodded feverishly. "I sent him to patrol the ridge, during the morn of yesterday! Besides that, I have no idea!" He said, and she let go, and the veins of black furled back into the gem. "Thank you." She said with a polite smile, bowing. She the walked out, and closed the door behind her. "...Scary bunch, that family." A garo stated.
As she stepped out, she felt a sudden burst of pain in her head, a huge sensation of power. "Is that... Cataclysm? Mother's technique? It has to be Celt... when did he learn it? Did mom teach her? How did I not notice it before? Thats what I had felt so many times before... I thought I was just imagining things.. I thought I could feel mother... it was just Celt testing the technique." and she began running off towards the route that Blank spoke of, to find clues. At least that burst of power told her Celt wasn't dead. But the power was fading fast. It was huge too... but now it was progressively sinking into silence, and she began running towards where she felt it. "Celt... you better not be dieing on me..." She said, as she left the canyon, her sisterly instincts taking over, worrying about her little brother. She couldn't afford to lose him... she had no one left.
Cliffy of an intense battle! Will Celt, with a newly stumbled upon power beat this deadly Sheik? Will Raeth find Celt? Why am I asking so many questions! I don't know, but hope you enjoy this chapter! XD Stay tuned for another chapter later!