Chapter 7
Spell Master

After hearing my battle cry the wolf enveloped itself in a sphere of darkness and plummeted toward me. I got out of the way quickly and had my blade at the ready in case it tried anything.

Before I could properly perfumey poultine what happened a deep snarl escaped the dark sphere. The shadows faded away to show that the wolf had shrunken itself, but something was wrong, it was standing on four legs instead of two. The wolf charged at me and I had to use my blade to keep it at bay. While it may overpower me in terms of strength I still had a second arm and two legs at my disposal. I kicked off the shadow wolf, ignoring the pain my foot gave off, and brought my blade down on its head, and followed up with a horizontal slash to the side of its face. Injured, the wolf backed off and began to tread carefully around me. Now that we both knew what the other was capable of we were both reluctant to engage combat once more.

I had no idea I knew how to do any of these combat tricks but I could chalk it up to adrenaline, and instinct balancing each other out. Still there was a limit to what instinct and adrenaline can do so I had to end this as quickly as I could.

Steeling my courage I gripped my blade tight and made the charge forward. The shadow wolf dodged my blows by jumping up and attempted to pin me to the floor as it came back down. Unfortunately for the shadow wolf that action left its underbelly open for my blade to strike. I heaved upward and hoped for the best. The vibrations surging through my blade told me I had hit my mark, but there was more.

Due to the impact my blade was in pieces that scattered throughout the stain glass floor. Without my blade I backed off and tried to keep my distance as I was now unarmed. All that was left of my only means of defense was the handle of the blade which was completely useless in this situation. Despite my new status of being unarmed the beast kept its distance.

I studied my surroundings and saw the fragments of my blade swirling around the black book that orbited me. The black book opened and turned to several pages quickly displaying the contents of each page. Even though the pages turned at a blinding speed I saw each and every one of the titles, Fire, Aero, Thunder, and Blizzard.

Once the book shut itself back into its closed position I saw the fragments switch over to swirling around me. My heart began to pick up its pace as I felt energy being pumped into my system.

The beast looked desperate and made a charge for me. On instinct I grabbed the black book and flipped to my desired page while holding my hand outstretched. I stopped on the page that was marked thunder and felt the pulse of energy grow stronger. As if I commanded it lightning shot from my hand and struck the beast down.

The blast gave me an opening, as a result I found myself throwing one spell after another. I started off and blasted it with fire, and then followed it up with shooting crystal shards with blizzard, and finished with aero that made a hurrican form around me and fling the beast away. As I raised my palm to cast thunder once more the beast rolled out of the way and began jumping around the stain glass floor.

Try as I might I tried to keep my spells focused on it, but every time it dodged out of the way causing me to miss my mark. When I saw it settle down from all the jumping I readied to cast blizzard, but before I could the black book shut itself as my blade reappeared before me. Ignoring my blade I held my palm out once more and attempted to cast thunder, but my spells weren't working.

The beast saw this as an opening and charged at me with its fangs bared. I was drained down to my limit from casting all those spells simultaneously, and the energy I had felt from the black book was now gone. Knowing that I was done for I overlooked the pain and grabbed the blade to assume a fighting stance. The shadow wolf drew closer and closer but my resolve did not falter.

"I am going to survive, and I will make my life worth living from this point on." I told myself once more for a morale boost

All of time seemed to slow down as the beast approached striking range. My swift motion and the shadow wolf's were rendered in slow motion as my blade readied to meet its claws. The final blow was struck but our bodies still had to register the damage dealt to each of us.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. Finally the monster's strength failed it as it collapsed to the stain glass floor. I turned to face my opponent victoriously with a weary smile etched onto my face.

End of Chapter 7