Demon's Rising
Ch.1 Disguise and sword play
Ok I love disguising myself as lots of different things. I also love playing with any type of sword out there, but I think it would totally be awesome to learn how to fight with a real one.
"Slash! Back stroke! Guard! Keep up your guard!"
The sword master had been shouting out commands all morning, especially to one certain energetic student. This same student had beaten all of his finest champions in six months worth of training, while the champions had six years of training on their side.
"Side step! Tri slash! Left guard!"
The young student was starting to become frustrated.
"How! About! This!?" the student stroked his sword down with such aggravation that his opponents shield cracked into pieces. His opponent slipped and fell to the ground.
"Stop! Enough!" the sword master shouted. "Loran give the man a break!"
From underneath the dark hood loran looked at his exhausted opponent with ice-cold, blue eyes. He held out his hand to the opponent and helped him to stand.
"Good job edin" loran said.
Both of them shook hands before they went both there different ways. Loran went over to the stables to saddle his horse.
"Nice stallion, what's his name?" the sword master asked as he walked up to loran.
"Thunderax, and thanks skry." Loran replied as he tightened the saddle cinch.
Skry looked at his young pupil. Ever sense the beginning he couldn't figure out how such a small, lean muscled young man good defeat his strongest champions.
"Loran, you are the best student I have ever trained. You have taken and learned more from my lessons in a few months than anyone else has within a few years, but if I may ask, why did you take up the sword in the first place?"
From within the depths of the cloak loran's face became stern. Without looking back at his master as he climbed on his horse he answered.
"So that I can find someone I lost."
"How long ago did you lose this person?" skry inquired.
"Four years ago."
Without saying another word loran rode away through the crowded streets. Towards the white castle of prince aviean.
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Lureana sat on her bed and sighed. She had been reading old legends from books about angels, heroes, and demons, but she knew that the answer she sought would never be found in a book. She got up from her bed and walked through the busy halls, out of the castle, and out to the stables where thunderax pounded his hooves with impatience. She gently pet his muzzle.
"Sorry boy, no sword play today." She said gently as she put some oats in his feed.
She looked up into the red, golden sunset as the sun sank below the mountains and streams of the west. She knew that's where her friend was. Where her angel was. In those few fleeting moments the sun sank below the mountains.
"Tomorrow is the day thunderax. You better get your rest, because once we're gone, we're not coming back here for a while."
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The pale moon was high in the sky. A pair of hooves thundered across the landscape. A silver sword hilt glittered in the moon light. The hooves thundered over a bridge that went straight into the woods of the west.
Lureana rode through the forest with no sign of stopping. She slowed down when she noticed a small, flickering, orange light in the distance. She tied up thunderax and sank into the bushes beside a ring of men surrounded by a small camp fire.
"you know Lishen; we haven't had a decent meal for days! I'm starving!" one of the men complained.
"shush your mouth Sketzer! You don't want ebos to hear…"
Lureana drifted from the argument. If ebos was here he would know where to find slurin, and it was payback time. A man drew her attention at the other side of the camp fire.
"Now, now boys. I know a fair, pretty little lady that would love to help us out." Ebos explained.
"Not if I can help it!" Lureana shouted as she sprang from the bushes.
She jumped right in front of two men and kicked one square in the chest leaving him be winded. Two other men tried to jump on her, but she simply slid over and let them fall on top of each other. Ebos fled from the scene into the dark woods. He stopped to catch his breath in front of an old, gnarled oak tree with a ring of wilting black, white-centered, star-shaped flowers. His breathing stopped when he heard a branch snap somewhere close to him. He quickly pulled out his knife and slowly started backing his way towards the woods. He turned around.
"Hello ebos." Lureana said looking straight into his eyes.
She grabbed ebos by his shirt and rammed him into the old oak. The force of the impact made ebos drop his knife.
"where is he ebos!?" she asked darkly.
"uh, uh, what? uh…who?"
Lureana slammed him into the tree again.
"where is slurin?!" she shouted as she slammed him again causing pieces of bark to fall.
"What… the uh monster! You… uh… I don't know where he went… uh…"
Lureana grabbed her knife and held it directly on ebos's throat.
"Seriously I don't…"
The blade pressed against his skin. Sweat dripped down his face.
"He went uh… west! Yea! He went west!"
"how far west?"
"I…I don't know…uh…"
Blood started to drip down the knife as it was slowly pushed farther in.
"Ok! Ok! He went across the border! To uh… Merish! Yea he went to merish!"
She lowered the blade from his neck. Ebos sighed with relive.
"Now uh… please, please let me go." He whimpered.
A look of fake surprise came to lureana's face.
"Oh! well… I can't do that ebos."
A look of pure terror came to his face as she lifted him higher.
"I can't because I have something "special" in plan for you." she answered as a maliciously evil grin spread across her face.