"And the End that I have predicted has come!" shouted the black-robed wizard, his mad voice echoed in the stone chamber. His blurred shadow, affected by the gleaming light of magic, covered the marble floor with an intense force field. "You have failed, my friend, and I will be the ruler heretofore forever!" the wizard said with a devilish smile on his ageless face, looking at the full-armored warrior.
The warrior, facing his final moments, however, did
not move or change his emotion. His steadfast, honorable, and
fearless face watched the powerful wizard, whose hand held an orb in
which emitted many different colors, and many more unseen ones.
Holding tight and fast onto the bastard sword, the warrior took a few
steps to the right, strafing against the wizard.
"Yes, I have failed," replied the warrior, his
voice strong and rooted deep. He knew he has little chance against
the immortal wizard now even with all his strength, but talking at
least could buy himself some time. "Even if you have won, you also
have destroyed everything else. You will be the ruler of nothing!"
he added, fully focused on the deadly situation.
"Wrong," said the wizard. "But I will create
everything. I will build a world of my own desire and preference.
Then I will rule above everything!" The furious wizard laughed. He
could destroy this tiny creature with a snap of his fingers at any
given time. Communicating with a hopeless creature brought him
amusement and enjoyment.
"What will you do afterwards, then?" replied the unshaken warrior, who at unnoticed moments, took another step closer to the right, circling around the wizard, yet closer. "Count gold pieces in your throne like a dragon? Kill more innocent people that you created? You have no future!"
"It is exactly the opposite, my dear warrior. I will be the future!" the wizard waved his orb in the air in a circle, and the ground shook and elevated quickly. The chamber was lifted by unseen force up in the air, supported by the grown stone and soil beneath. A moment later, the earthborn chamber became a tower-like stone pillar, higher than the hills and mountains, standing on the deserted dry ground. "Bow before my power, or else your future will also fade – just like the rest of the world has!"
As the wizard was casting his spell, the warrior leapt and lunged at the wizard with his bastard sword. Using all his strength and time that he bought with conversation, he gripped the sword with both of his hands tightly and swung, aiming at the hand of the wizard in which the orb was held. The fast swing seemed to be faster than its shadow.
"Fool!" snapped the wizard; his orb at that instant emitted even brighter light than before, almost blinding the attacking warrior. Soft words of chanting formed quickly on the wizard's lips, and his other empty hand began to emit an azure glow. Energy and magic flowed from the orb to the wizard's empty hand, and a lighting bolt pierced through the flesh as did the bastard sword's blade.
Excerpt from The History of Lira