Demon's rising
Ch.7 Pride and Death.
Aviean's white horse trotted down the beaten path through the woods. Fifty of his finest solders followed behind him, a little black pony desperately tried to keep up with the white stallion with karroff desperately trying to keep his balance.
"My lord, my lord!" karroff exclaimed as he finally got up with aviean, reaching into his cloak he pulled out a red scroll. "Please my lord, you need to read this scroll. It might tell us where…"
"Karroff. Do not bore me with your useless advice; I know exactly where she is."
"You do my lord?"
"Yes, after forcing her father to take enough truth serum, he finally told us where he has hidden her."
Aviean turned his sharp eyes towards something moving bushes on the side of the road; he quietly ordered his solders forward. The horses nickered nervously; lureana tripped over a tree root and fell into the middle of the path.
"Well, well, well… look what we've found here." He mocked.
"Aviean we can't…"
"Silence you little wretch! This will be the final time that you will escape from me! We will be married today!"
"Aviean we have to run away from here! Now!" lureana shouted.
Slurin crashed through the trees right into aviean. Aviean flew off his saddle and landed on top of his enemy, he drew his sword.
"Aviean! Now is not the time!" slurin shouted as he pushed aviean off of him.
Slurin eye sight flew a few meters in front of him, he say a thin black, foggy curtain heading towards them. His pupils went small with terror.
"Lureana! Drop down!" he screamed as he fell to the ground.
The only other ears that heard this command was aviean and karroff, the soldiers stood their ground as the unknown force that was coming towards them. The curtain gently passed over them, one soldier looked at his arm, he didn't have time to scream before his body erupted into black flame. Soldiers screamed as they ran through the woods trying to put out the black fire. Within in a few minutes only blackened bones were scattered on the forest floor.
Aviean slowly stood up; his knuckles turned white gripping his sword. A dark shadow came onto the scorched path.
"Prince Aviean…. What a pleasure it is to meet you." rowin mocked.
"You the one to talk, it's so nice to finally meet the coward who starts all this destruction and doesn't even dare to raise his ugly head out of his black hole in the ground like a snake the moment he's weakened."
Rowin's eyes flashed with anger, he smirked as he studied the figure before him. Aviean waved his sword in a pose to duel. A small gurgling noise came from rowin's throat. The noise grew and grew until he burst into a mocking laughter.
"You? Ha-ha you want to, ha-he-he-ha-he, to, to duel me? What kind of joke is this? Ha-ha you are just a big, spoiled, donkey's. Ha-ha-he-he-ha, behind."
Aviean's insides started to burn with rage. His cheeks burned as his temper rose while rowin continued to laugh.
"Ha-ha-ha and your tail has these, entire ha-he-he-ha-ha pretty little girl bows all over it."
Rowin shouted in rage, he charged toward rowin. The next seconds passed by in a blink. The sound of ripping clothes, and tearing flesh rang in his ears. Aviean's heart sank as he looked up into rowin's blood, red eyes. His pupils as bottomless and empty as his soul, slowly he looked to the other side as his sword glistened in the sun, only small specks of black blood decorated the blade's end.
Rowin wrapped his cold, gray, evil fingers around Aviean's wrist. He smiled a wicked, evil smile as he whispered into Aviean's ear.
"My turn." Aviean's soul plummeted.
Rowin threw aviean into the air and grabbed him by his ankle. Aviean felt the sharp claws dig into his flesh as he was thrown into a thick, old, dark grey, oak tree. His mind whirled as he felt the cold fingers wrap around his throat.
Aviean reached into one of his hidden pockets and pulled out a knife. He slashed in the air praying that something would happen as his eyes were closed. He slowly opened his eyes. He saw his knife stained with black blood, a small trickle of blood flowed from rowin's black wing making his scales glint in the setting sun.
Rowin eyes filled with hatred. He looked straight into Aviean's green eyes; his bottomless pupils seemed to suck in Aviean's courage and strength. His lip twitched with anger as he spoke.
"You really, shouldn't have done that. That was a bad mistake." Rowin hissed.
Rowin threw aviean into a bunch of bushes with sharp short branches. Aviean seemed to dangle there for a few fleeting second before a loud snap rang through the forest.
Aviean fell against a young birch tree, red blood started to stain and flow into the white bark. Rowin walked up to Aviean with Aviean's sword in his hand, aviean tried to conceal his pain, but groaned in his effort.
Rowin kneeled down next to the prince, he took a deep breath. Sucking in the smell of blood, and the fleeting sense of life, he watched the prince struggle to keep breathing, taking in all of the pain of his fallen victim.
"You were always a pompous, arrogant brat." Rowin spat into Aviean's face.
Fear flashed in Aviean's eyes. The red met the green. Aviean groaned in pain as the sword dug into his chest, cutting right through his heart. Aviean gurgled as the blood came up his throat, he gave one last labored breath before his clenched hands became still.
"Farewell… noble prince." Rowin stood up kicking some dirt into the lifeless face.
Rowin surveyed the death around him; he looked at the blackened skeletons, the pale, bloody prince. He sniffed the air. Death was everywhere in his mind, but he had let the one thing he wanted slip away right out of fingers. His mind and soul filled with anger, his pupils became snake slits in his red eyes. His roar of rage echoed through the dark mountains.