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Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Single Author Stories => Topic started by: Duraza on May 22, 2007, 01:57:23 am
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[Even though I'm supposed to be gone from planeshift I'm to darn addicted to leave the fourms so I decided to write down the story of Duraza's life from the very begining. I'm not the best writter so be brutal with comments so I can get better ;D . Hope you all enjoy, I'm gonna post it part by part. Spelling migtht be off too :sweatdrop:]
Darkness, flames, terror. A woman's shriek, so loud that all become quiet, the only sounds heard from flames flickering and consuming. A moment later and an entire village is burned to the ground, one diaboli woman running as fast as she can, grasping something tightly, wrapped in a blanket. Tears run down her face, her body covered in soot, and her legs burning with pain but she still runs. Fear is her fuel, what she holds her motivation. Both keep her running without effort. She has not the will nor ability to stop, all she can do is run. Her energy starts to fade and eventually she faints from weakness. When she wakes up the next day she's in a bed. She looks around confused and fearful. She notices an elderly man standing near a window. She tries to get up but is too weak to and he turns around, maybe hearing her movement.
"Do not worry, you are safe. You are in Ragon."
Safe. She does not know who this man is but that one word is enough. Without another thought she goes back to sleep, resting and relaxing in hopes that when she awakens she truely is safe.
Later the same day she awakens. The elderly man still sits in her room, looking outside of the window. He turns around again looking the young diaboli woman in the eyes.
"Have a good sleep?"
She nods. The room then becomes silent. Suddenly the diaboli woman speaks, "Where is my child?!" The elderly man laughs a little "Don't worry, your child is being fed as we speak." The woman lets out a sigh of relief, happiness slowly crossing her face.
"Can you take me to him?"
"I don't think thats a good idea, not in your condition." Then after a pause, after seeing the womans happiness fading, he adds "We will bring him to you." Her smile once again becomes bright as the elderly man walks out of the room for a moment then returns, a young diaboli child held in his arms. The child figets while in his arms, tugging on his beard. He hands the baby to the woman, her arms already streched out waiting, and she grasps him tightly embracing him.
"I've missed you little one."
"What's his name?"
The diaboli woman smiles warmly as the baby starts to figet with her hair, "Duraza. My one and only child."
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Will we read about his first steps? :P
Two things:
The ending of the first paragraph is somewhat dodgy, due to the reoccurence of the word "she". It becomes especially visible when each following sentence begins this way. It can be useful device in some contexts, especially when you want to emphasize something, but I don't suppose this is the case here. Personally I'd try to find some way around it.
And second - singular form of Diaboli is "Diabolo" ;)
Keep going.
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[yup you get to read about all his first steps and what lead him to become "evil." I used she because I didn't want to give away a name yet, partly because I did not completly decide on names. Didn't know about the diabolo thing so thanks, will help the story sound better. Since I don't want to write a story describing every moment of his life I'll a lot of times skip to a different part. Pretty much Birth, Childhood, Teenage, young adult, adult, now kinda thing. A time line in story form. The setting for this part is still the same however we are going to when Duraza became the age of 10.]
"Duraza, come back inside and get some rest. Its to early for you to be wandering about the city." Duraza turns around as he closes the door to face his mother, "But I want to explore, Mr Lex said that I could." Duraza's mother shakes head,
"You can wait till he comes to take you out for your lessons."
"But do I hav-"
"Yes you do. Besides, all your going to want to do is read those books about magic in the city library. Its more important to learn how to be a good swordsman."
"Why don't you ever let me do what I want?"
"Because I know whats best for you." A knock on the door is heard and Duraza opens it, Mr Lex stepping inside.
"Ready for your training Duraza?" Duraza gives a deep sigh in hopes to change his moms mind but after she stands firm he walks out of the room dragging his feet. Mr Lex nods to Duraza's mother before locking the door.
Night falls in Ragon as Duraza and Mr Lex return home from training. Duraza goes to his room to sleep while Mr Lex and his mother talk.
"How's he improving?"
"Not much. The same as always really. Laris why not just let him be a magician?"
Laris shakes her head "No. It would only make his life complicated. I don't want him going through the same life as his father.."
"But he's not his fath-"
Laris starts to shout so loud that it awakens Duraza and he listens to the converstation, "You've known him since he was a baby! The same curiosity from the start. The same passion for magic and I can bet the same natural talent for the dark arts."
Mr Lex tugs his beard a bit, stroking it and thinking before speaking, "Maybe he could be different? Use his ability for something good."
"Maybe is not an option. I barely escaped last time. I've had to hide who he really is from the world and even from him for years. I can't ruin his chance at leading a happy life just so he can learn a few spells!"
"But he will never lead a happy life without ever learning magic."
Laris starts to cry, covering her face with her hands as she speaks, "They wanted to kill him. He was only a month old and they wanted to kill him. Not because of what he knew, but because of what he could become. If I let him practice magic others might want to do the same. I had to watch my husband die, I don't think I can bear watching my son as well."
Mr Lex puts a hand on Laris's shoulder, trying to comfort her, "Maybe if he learned a different magic. We could keep him away from any dark magic and still have him focus on learning how to use the sword. Then he could still be happy and you would not have to worry."
Laris wipes the tears from her face, "I'll think it over. I don't know if its such a good idea.."
"Don't worry. Everything will be alright"
As Mr Lex continues to comfort Laris Duraza crawls back into his bed trying to understand everything that just happened while staring at the ceiling, his hands shaking and his body covered in sweat.
"What...What am I?" He sits for a while just thinking about it, tears gliding down his cheeks, until he finally falls asleep.
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Now this "he's not his father" part reminds me of the Butterfly Effect xD
By find a way around I mean manipulating the sentences. Maybe give them more flow, like:
"Upon waking up the next day, she finds herself in a bed. Anguished by confusion and fear, her eyes begin inspecting the abouts, soon noticing an elderly man standing by a window. She tries to get up, but deprived of all its strength, her body refuses."
Something like that anyway.
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[lol I actually watched it after reading that comment. One of my friends has tons of movies and they happened to have that one as well. It was pretty good. :thumbup: I get what your saying now. Pretty much try to be more descriptive and make my sentences flow better. Sounds easier said then done :sweatdrop:]
Duraza awoke in the middle of the night. He was awakened by his nightmares, the fear from them so great that he layed petrified. He felt disconnected from thoughts and emotions. Disconnected from his body itself. "Why me?" With those words he left himself in silence. All he could hear were the winds, bellowing outside. For the rest of that night he stayed awake, staring into nothingness, the exact thing he thought he'd become. In the morining Laris walked into his bed room. When she entered she froze. No one layed in Duraza's bed, and the window was wide open. A note layed on his dresser but she could only read it from afar, having felt as if she lost the ability to move. Sorry for being born where the words written, words so powerful and shocking that Laris fell to the ground, errupting in tears.
Later that day Laris, Mr Lex, and members of the city guard started a search for Duraza, each one covering part of the city and some of the guard members outside. The search lasted a week before Mr Lex and Laris decided to go to the old part of the city, the first part built and the only part no longer inhabited. When the finally reached the old tower Laris burst into tears, "It's pointless. I'll never find him..." "You will Laris," Mr Lex tried to say comfortingly with little effect. Suddenly a bright flash was seen from the top of the tower. Mr Lex looked immediately and Laris did as well, but slowly, as another flash was seen. "That must be him," Laris said and not being able to hold her excitment rushed up the tower. Mr Lex, not able to speak quick enough rushed up after her. Laris climbed quickly, sweat running down her cheeks mixed with tears, and when she finally approached the entrance to the top she saw Duraza holding a small black book. "Duraza," Laris screamed. Duraza turned in shock and fear, not immediately recognizing his mothers voice, and without a thought cast a dark spell shooting a blast of dark flame at Laris. The black flames consumed her as she hit the ground. It burned her flesh and filled the air with the smell immediately. By the time Duraza realized what happened it was too late. Mr Lex only stood, unspeaking and unmoving, as Duraza inched his way, walking slowly to his burning mother. When he was close enough he gazed upon her. At that moment Duraza dropped the black book and began to cry. For a while all he could do his weep, part of him hoping the tears would be enough to put out the flames. His hope, of course, was in vain. He cried and cried until his mother looked up, "Duraza.." At that moment he stopped only looking at her, his body shaking.
"Mother...your going to be okay right? We can get you to the healers and they can fix it."
"I'm sorry my son..but I...I will die here."
"No you can't," Duraza started to scream, "I'll never use magic again, I'm sorry...never! Please just don't leave me." "
Hush my child. I shall die here and now, this is the truth."
"But.."
"No buts. Now listen to me son. I was wrong. I wanted you to forget magic but that is immpossible. It is in your blood, and it is your fate. You share the same fate as you father, and his father, and his and I have no power to stop that. It is your purpose in life. I know now that you are meant to be like them and no matter what I do you shall. So remember my last words my son. No matter what anyone does to you, no matter how hard they try never forsake your purpose."
"My purpose..?"
"Yes my son. You are the son of murderers and a murderer you shall be. You will kill countless just as you have done me and tourment the innocent one day. It is your purpose, and one not even you can avoid."
"I'll....never...."
Laris suddenly smiles, "You will, I can see it.......in your eyes..." WIth those last words her life fades and Duraza, to afraid to move, can only watch as her body turns to ash while Mr Lex weeps.
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[This is kinda like the introduction to the next parts of the story. Pretty much because nothing really important happens in the next couple years until he turns 16. ]
After that horrid day Duraza hid himself away. The city council decided to allow him to keep his mothers home, not charging him of any crime, out of pity for his loss. Mr Lex dissappeared and never spoke to Duraza. Many people of the town did the same and as Duraza lay in his bed he felt it out of fear that they hid from him. Day after day he would lay in his bed unmoving. He would only leave to train or find food. Everyone who saw him would ignore him, act like he didn't exist and as the years passed his hate of the people of Ragon started to eat away at him, from the inside out. Yet he could not bring himself to say a word, to lift a finger, for fear that the words his mother spoke were true. "Yes my son. You are the son of murderers and a murderer you shall be. You will kill countless just as you have done me and tourment the innocent one day. It is your purpose, and one not even you can avoid." Words that kept repeating in his mind, day after day. Out of determination he refused to show his anger, but keeping it bottled up did not help. By the time he became 15 his heart was heavy, wieghed down with sorrow and hate. Most still did not realize his existence but it was now because they did not realize who he was. He detached himself from the city and its people just to avoid the fate predicted by his mother.
A week before his 16th birthday someone appeared in the city. Someone who most in the city had never met but had heard about. His name was Volset and he built the first parts of the city with its council long ago. Time brought him age and he had returned to the city for one single purpose. To find those who he could teach to wield to very power that created the city years ago. Unholy Light.
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Duraza walks into the city square, a sack on his back full of food he bought from a merchant, when he sees a great crowd of people. As he approaches he notices at the head of the crowd is the City Council with a man unknown to him. "People of Ragon, it has been years since this city was built and years since its founder has lived here. Today I would like to introduce to you someone as old as the city itself. The true leader of Ragon, Volset!" People all around start clapping as Volset steps up and takes a bow. Once he starts speaking quiet returns immediately, "Hello my people. I see that I have left my city in good hands. I would like to thank you all for continuing to build it and make it grow as well as the Council and Guard for protecting it." The applause starts again, meanwhile Duraza stares at Volset from afar, curious to why he would return. Volset raises his hand and the crowd quiets once again before he speaks, "I have returned inorder to teach my people an art sacred to the city. If it wasn't for this magic this city would have never been built and I feel that my people have the right to learn it. However, be warned that you should not take this as learning just a simple spell. I will teach to only those worthy. The reason is because those without the strength to control this teqnique may be swallowed whole by its power. I give you five days to prepare yourselves. Train, eat, sleep, do whatever you feel you must before I start to teach to you. And with that I bid you all goodbye." As Volset leaves, accompanied by guards, the Council once again starts to speak to the people. Duraza pays no attention to what they say, only thinking about Volset's words. As he walks back home he says, "Maybe this is my chance....A chance to learn an art that's not dark. But what if it is..? What will I do then..." When he gets home he puts his sack down and goes to lay on his bed. For a long while he does, his face blank but his thoughts racing. His mind focuses on his memories of his mother, the words she spoke before she died. "Well...I guess I can give it a chance.."
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Hmm... I think you rushed a little bit with the mother-killing part. Reader doesn't know her enough to take a pity and she goes out with a text like that out of a sudden ;)
I think it would be better if you presented how she began to doubt in her views as different events came through Duraza's life. Then the final words would make more sense.
Other than that I look forward to seeing what comes.
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Whats done is done.But Draklar hitss your most obvious flaw in the story.Try to make the characters more interesting so that people are sad to see them go.Other than that its nice.Strange but i seem to remember a story about Duraza from a while back (The one with Diz and the mysterious stranger).
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Whats done is done.But Draklar hitss your most obvious flaw in the story.Try to make the characters more interesting so that people are sad to see them go.Other than that its nice.Strange but i seem to remember a story about Duraza from a while back (The one with Diz and the mysterious stranger).
Yeah. Thats a part of the story too but we haven't gotten to that part yet. :P
Hmm... I think you rushed a little bit with the mother-killing part. Reader doesn't know her enough to take a pity and she goes out with a text like that out of a sudden ;)
I think it would be better if you presented how she began to doubt in her views as different events came through Duraza's life. Then the final words would make more sense.
Other than that I look forward to seeing what comes.
Yeah I noticed when I read it over I kinda rushed the part about his mother dieing. I was thinking about changing it but decided not to for the fact that I want to later come back into the story and explain more about her and her past. In that way later on people will understand why she so easily said those things about her son.
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[Oh I kinda forgot to comment on what Quitarias said about making characters more intresting. Yeah I know I didn't spend much time letting you guys get to know them but part of it was done purposely. Duraza's mom (Laris) was rushed in and out for the fact that like the reader Duraza still knew little about her life before and only really loved her because she was his mother and he felt he "had to." That will be potrayed later in the story. For Mr. Lex you get to see his true side later ;D ]
The next day, after waking up, Duraza goes to the city square expecting Volset to be making another speech with the council. Instead he finds the square deserted of not only people but merchants and even fewer guards. One of the guards still around notices Duraza with a surprise on her face and shouts, "Hey you! What are you doing around here?" Duraza turns around and shouts back, "Well I guess nothing since this place is just abandoned..." The guard then starts to laugh, some of the strands of her hair covering her face, "I'm guessing you didn't here about whats going on in the library or don't care."
"Whats going on?"
"Volset is searching for pupils to learn that special ability of his. I would go myself but I was put on guard duty and...." As the guard continues to talk Duraza rethinks back to Volset and his promise to teach Unholy Light to those in the city. He then runs off in the direction on the library the guard saying to herself, "How rude. he asks me a question then runs off..." By the time Duraza makes it to the library he notices people leaving. Eager for information he grabs a random person asking, "What happened? Did he already pick?" The person first pushes Duraza off before answering, "Yeah 7 people. You missed your chance. He asked for us to show him our magical ability.Those 7 were the best."
"He's not taking anymore?"
"Nope he said thats it."
With a look of disappointment Duraza walks home. Once there he throws himself on his bed, "Well I ruined my chance...Just great..."
[I'm not going to be able to post as much so I wanted to warn you the next parts may take a while and will probably be short or really long depending on the time I have,]
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Duraza wakes up the next day, "Well I guess I better buy some food....I didn't exactly get to yesterday...." He puts on his boots and grabs his blade and his sack before running out of the house towards the square. Once there he meets with the usual merchant and buys bread and fruit to last him the next month. "This life is getting tiring, its the same thing day in and day out..I just want to go home and go back to sleep." Looking for a quicker way home he spots an alley, "This should do.." He turns to walk down it and as he does a group of four start to follow him. As they reach the center of the alley one of the strangers walks up to Duraza, "Hey kid what ya got in the sack?"
"Food..."
"Really? How much?"
"Enough," Duraza says annoyed.
"Hey kid I don't like that tone. Now I think we have to take this sack of yours as payment for your rude behavior."
The other three laugh as Duraza realizes they have him surrounded, "No. Go buy your own food."
All four laugh this time as they draw blades, "We coulda done this the easy way kid but now you get a beating too." After speaking the man strikes and Duraza draws his blade quickly to defend throwing his sack to the side. "Your not getting my food.." Then Duraza attempts to push the man back but he can not. "Your an idiot kid, still to young to know how to wield a blade." The man pushes Duraza backwards and one of the three behind him trips him. As Duraza falls he loses grip of his sword, "Darn it..."
"Looks like you lose kid."
"Not yet.." As Duraza says this two members of the guard who were escorting Volset come close enough to the alley to see what is happening. Before either three of them can react shadow englufs Duraza and the 4 men attacking him. As the shadows fade Duraza stands up the four men falling to the ground. "Idiots.." Then Duraza goes to retrive his sword and his pack when the guard rushes up to Duraza their swords drawn, "Don't move." The other guard member walks up to the bodies as Duraza stands still, "Are they dead?"
"They are just paralized."
"You know the law, dueling for sport is illegal."
"I wasn't dueling. They tried to attack me. I was defending myself."
"Not from what I saw kid. Now come with me."
"No. I said I didn't do anything."
"Thats what they all say."
"That is enough," Volset says suddenly. As all three look they realize he was standing behind them for the first time. "But sir," one of the guards utters, "We are just doing our job."
"Can you not see the boy is innocent?"
"We..."
"well I can." The Volset looks at Duraza, "You are young to have experience in the dark arts. Many novice magicians I've known don't use it till they've learned the other ways."
"Well I'm different from other magicains," Duraza says.
"Yes I can see that. I have a deal I would like to make with you."
"I'm listening."
"I make sure you don't get in trouble and you do me a favor."
"What kind of favor?"
"I want to test your limits. Maybe even see if you have the potential to learn the Unholy arts. How about it?"
Without even thinking Duraza says, "I agree."
"Good. Training begins at dawn. I expect you there on time. Now be off." Duraza then grabs his sack and sword and leaves walking home. Even though he hides it he is excited to learn. He has not felt happy in a long long time.
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[sorry I haven't put the next part in yet. I have little time to log on to the fourms :sweatdrop: ]
A week later Duraza goes outside the city to meet with Volset and two of the other students. He sees them standing before a field of tefusangs.
Volset nods at Duraza, "Glad you could make it. Duraza meet Hasseo and Rysenel. They will be working along side you to master Unholy Light."
"Where are the others? I thought you told me there was seven."
"Yes but I seperated everyone into small groups. This way I can focus on students more individually. These will be your classmates and most likely who you will work with in the future so you will learn to become friends."
"Yeah of course...."
"Today you will all be battling tefusang using Unholy Light. Duraza I know you have yet to learn it so focus on using different skills for today. I will teach you how to use Unholy Light in a private session later. Hasseo make sure to keep and eye on Duraza ok?"
Hasseo nods, "Yes master Volset."
"You have 2 hours to collect the 30 fangs, now go!" Immediatly all three run towards the field and stops close to the tefusang.
"Listen Hasseo...I don't need to be watched. I can take care of myself ok."
Hasseo looks at Duraza and gives a small laugh, "Whatever you say. Why don't you go first and clear the path so while I and Rysenel pick the fangs and catch up?"
"Sounds good to me." Then Duraza draws his blades and rushes out at the tefusang.
"He's going to get beat up badly you know," Rysenel says.
"I know. Thats the point. He can learn how strong he really is."
Duraza rushes up to a tefusang and strikes it killing it in one blow. "Hmm this will be easier than I thought." Suddenly two tefusang come from behind him and he gets hit by one dropping his blade and being forced to run back. "Not so pleasant these things are." He turns to see another three charging at him from behind and soon he is surrounded without his sword. "Crap. Where did they all come from?" Suddenly a gray whip hits one of the tefusang drawing them away.
[sorry have to type the rest later]
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Duraza turns around shocked as he sees Rysenel drawing all the tefusang towards him. "You ok?" a voice behind Duraza says. As he turns he see's Hasseo behind him.
"Need me to heal your wounds?"
"I'm fine...." Then Duraza looks over to Rysenel still fighing the tefusang off then turns to Hasseo. "Aren't you going to help him?"
"He will be fine." At that moment Duraza turns to see the last of the tefusang falling and Rysenel's whip disappearing.
"What did he do to them?"
"That whip was made of Unholy Light. One ability Rysenel is great at is making temporary weapons with unholy light. These weapons do mental damage to the oppenent. Some of those tefusang will be knocked out while others will be brain dead." Duraza stares at Rysenel in shock as he walks up to them.
"I guess we better collect the fangs of those tefs before some of them wake up." Hasseo nods then says, "Duraza when you recover you can help us pick the fangs." Then he and Rysenel start to take the fangs from the tefusangs leaving Duraza to sit in the grass.
"I can't believe this. My first day and I already feel like I must be the weakest in the class. There's no doubt that Hasseo could have killed them just as easily as Rysenel if not easier."
Time passes and all three head to Volset 43 minutes early.
"You have the 30 fangs?"
Hasseo presents Volset with the bag, "All right here."
"Good work. You are dissmissed for the day, except you Duraza." Hasseo and Rysenel walk off leaving Duraza and Volset standing alone.
"How well did you fair agaisnt the tefusangs."
"Well enough..."
Volset chuckles, "They were stronger than you weren't they? Else you wouldn't sound so disappointed."
"They just caught me off guard is all!"
Volset chuckles again, "Ok calm down Duraza. It was obvious you would be at a disadvantage because you relyed on physical strength you don't have. I'll bet Rysenel and Hasseo used Unholy Light."
"Rysenel did, Hasseo didn't fight."
Volset shakes his head, "That Hasseo is convinced that he has mastered the primary techniques. He still has a lot to learn."
"Is he really good?"
"He is the best of all my students."
"Then teach me how to use Unholy Light already and I'll beat him to teach him a lesson. He already annoys me."
Volset sighs, "You will not be allowed to fight your own classmates. Not now. However I will be teaching you Unholy Light."
"When?"
"Come back to this spot at noon tommorow. If you don't show then you will have to wait."
"I'll be there."
"Then your dismissed."
Duraza nods and runs off back into the city waiting for the next day, the day he finally gets to learn this power famed throughout the city.
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Once again Duraza goes outside the city gates for his meeting with Volset. He see's Volset sitting down on the grass and before Duraza speaks Volset says, "Your early."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I can here your steps in the grass. Now tell me are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Then sit and face me. Now the teqnique I'm about to teach you is far more complex as it seems. While learning how to create Unholy Energy is simple learning how to wield it effectivly his difficult and something I can not teach you. However it all begin's with relaxing the body."
Duraza tries but he remains stiff.
"Your not relaxing yet. Take deep breath's to help."
Duraza starts to breath in and out but his body remains stiff with worry he never realized he had until now.
"The simplest part is usually relaxing but for you it may be difficult. Maybe you are over excited. Or maybe you are afraid of failing? Think and try to find out whats wrong for yourself. Release whatever emotion your restraining inside and with it your body will be cleared of stress."
For a while all Duraza does is sit, his eyes closed and his body stiff. After a while his mind starts to slip to day dreaming about when he was a child. Memories of sword training, the city, and playing came into his mind. Then his thoughts came to his mother. At first they were happier thoughs but then he started to remember what she said about him to Mr. Lex, how he murdered her, and her last words before death. Emotion started to swell up in Duraza and though his face did not change tears started flooding down his cheeks.
"I can tell your emotion's are strong. For you to awaken your ability to use Unholy Light you will have to turn those emotions into energy. Do not get rid of them but embrace their power."
Duraza continue's to sit still tear's still running down his face, "....she left me....no.....I made her leave......it's my fault....my fault....."
Volset raises an eyebrow.
Duraza starts clenching his head feeling pain coming from it.
Volset nods, "This is your chance, awaken your power. Focus your emotion at one point and let it become energy."
Duraza removes his hand from his head and clenches it in a fist. "Why did she have to die?" Suddenly Duraza's energy explodes as he feels an odd power wrapping around him. When he open's his eyes he realizes that a faint, smokish, gray energy is surrounding his arm.
"You've done it Duraza. The power of Unholy Light is flowing through you."
"But Volset, this isn't the same as what Rysenel did when he used unholy light."
"You're right. Because this is mental energy it take's form in whatever way the mind thinks is most appropriate. You subconciously decided to allow the energy to cover your arm."
"And with the energy around my arm?"
"You've strengthened the force of your arm. The style your mind has chosen can do the same with weapons. It's the swordsman style."
"Swordsman..." Duraza think's back to his mother's wish... "She always wanted me to be a swordsman didn't she..."
Volset raises an eyebrow, "What was that?"
Duraza shake's his head, "Nothing..What styles to Hasseo and Rysenel use?"
"Rysenel uses blacksmith and Hasseo uses the third style, which I happen to be best at, mage."
Duraza nods.
"Well you better get your rest. You've got long hard days of training coming up."
"Okay." Then Duraza leaves but not in the direction of the city. Eager to test his new power he head's to the tefusang field he saw the other day. Immediately he uses his new power agaisnt the tefusang and for a while he fights them well. To his disappointment however he starts to tire and the grey energy fades leaving him surrounded.
"Darn it..." Suddenly Volset runs up from behind him a claymore in his hands glowing with gray energy. With one arched swing he kills the tefusang instantly.
"How'd you do that....?"
"Years of practice. Practice you won't get if your this eager to die. Now come, I'll escort you home."
Duraza nods but starts to feel faint, "Guess that unholy light takes a lot out of you..." Then he collaspes. Volset picks him up, "I guess since you learned that without me telling you I'll carry you home." Then he walks off Duraza in his hands laying fast asleep.
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Hopefully i dont start flooding of how great that was :thumbup:.But realy i especialy enjoy the faint mixture of emotions that step in your way.But i would be intrigued to see if the way Duraza summons Unholy Light does not weaken his control over it.After all Unholy Light takes mental concentration.And emotions require you to focus over them to continue and you canot concentrate on other things.Even as simple as movement (im talking about more complex movement like dancing or quick sidesteps for battles).
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[Firstly thanks. ;D As for how Duraza uses Unholy Light eventually he learns how to concentrate without emotion interfering. Until then his ability to use it for long periods of time was low (you'll understand in the next parts of the story).]
A month has passed since Duraza learned how to wield Unholy Light. During this time he has constantly trained under Volset doing a number of tasks. During these tasks Hasseo and Duraza started to form a powerful rivalry. Knowing that Volset's eye was always on them they contained their wanting to fight. However they always competed trying to prove one was better than the other. Then oneday they finally got their chance. Duraza, Hasseo, and Rysenel stand together far outside the city's limits near a forest of wild monsters. Volset approches them from behind.
"You all are early as always."
"We are just eager to learn," Rysenel says. Meanwhile Hasseo and Duraza just stare at the forest both wondering what the task for today is.
"Then your in luck because today you all will be learning a special technique."
Hasseo and Duraza suddenly look at each other before looking at Volset, Duraza asking, "Special technique?"
"Yes. Remember when I told you three about the Unholy Vortex?"
"The strongest technique ever found. It is a mage style technique but mastery takes a while even for them."
"Correct Rysenel. Even Unholy Mage's can't always master this technique."
"Then why teach it to use? We are still just starting," Duraza says.
"Because the best time for one to start learning the Vortex is in the early stages of training. It takes long to master but the primary movements can be learned in the begining stages."
Hasseo grins, "I think that this will be a great oppertunity for us to learn a new technique."
Duraza frowns, "Your only saying that because you use the mage style. Your just hoping it will be easier for you."
Before Hasseo can talk back Volset says, "Enough. Now listen I won't have time to watch you in the forest so you both better not act like fools because of your pride."
"Yes sir," both say at the same time still exchanging dirty looks.
"Good. Today the task is to go into the forest. Do whatever it takes to learn the Unholy Vortex."
"And how do we learn?" Rysenel asks.
Volset smiles, "Glad you asked." Then he sticks his right hand out and closes his eyes in concentration. For a little while nothing happens but then all three start to sense energy coming from Volset's right hand. Suddenly swirling threads of gray energy start to form an orb in Volset's hand. In a few second's the orb is complete, the energy strands inside swirling like wind. "This is the Unholy Vortex and this..." Volset suddenly presses his hand to the ground tearing the rock under them apart and digging a hole in the ground, "Is its effect. I did not even use it at its full power and it could tear rock into shreds. It's power in the mind is even greater and its purpose is actually to break through the defenses an opponent may create in his or her mind."
"That was amazing," Rysenel says. Meanwhile Hasseo and Duraza just stare in awe.
Volset nods, "It will be more amazing to me if I get to see my students learn it. Inorder to do it you must concentrate and then focus your energy into your hand. Make sure you keep the energy rotating else the effect will only be as good as a regular mage attack. It's the spin put on the energy that makes it stronger. I picked the forest because it's the hardest place to concentrate. You will be attacked by monsters every moment so you must work as a team to make it through. Return to me when any one of you has learned the Vortex or you are close to death."
All three nod. "Good. Than I must be off."
Volset leaves leaving Hasseo, Rysenel, and Duraza to face the forest each one wanting to test their strength especially Duraza and Hasseo.
[You guys gotta wait for the rest :P ]
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At once all three walk into the forest and stand around looking for the foes they expect to face. They begin to walk slowly their weapons drawn and their faces showing their obvious parinoia.
"I wonder where all these monsters are," Rysenel says grasping his longsword tightly.
"No idea but we will find out soon," Duraza says, his eyes darting everywhere.
"Why don't we split up? We can cover more ground and theres a better chance that we will be able to concentrate more," says Hasseo.
Rysenel shakes his head disapprovingly, "Master Volset said we should stay together. Monsters are everywhere."
Duraza tightens his grip on his swords, "Hasseo is right. After all I want to make sure that I am the first to master this technique."
Hasseo nods, "And I'll make sure I too master it."
Rysenel just shakes his head as Duraza and Hasseo stare darkly at one another each one still craving to fight the other. "Fine we will meet back here in a couple hours, just don't die," Rysenel says before all three run off into the forest in different directions.
"Ok I just need to concentrate," Duraza says when he gets to a quiet area. After taking deep breaths Duraza sticks his hand out and begins to concentrate trying to summon up the abilities shown to him by Volset. "Come on....come on...." For a while he continues to try and many times he gathers energy but he can not give it form. Suddenly a noise comes from the trees and Duraza pulls out both of his blades. "Who's there...."
"It is I..." says a rasping voice.
"Who?"
"I....I am the spirrrit of this forrrest..."
"Spirit of the forest..?"
"Yes....and you are intrrruding.."
"I'm just here training."
"Leave or die.."
Duraza draws his blades, "Make me.."
"Get out!" shouts the spirit. Suddenly an odd creature hops down from the tree. As Duraza stares at the creature he realizes that it is almost like a shadow. "What kind of creature are you..?"
"I am a demon...A darrrk creaturrre currrsed to live in this forrrest...I was trrrapped herrre. Now yourrr herre in my domain and therrreforre you arrre my prrey!" Suddenly the creature attacks dark claws rushing at Duraza. Immediately he blocks using his blades but is pushed back hitting the tree behind him.
"Ahh..!"
"Idiot...I am much strongerrr than you..."
"Well just see about that." Then Duraza gets up concentrating and summoning gray energy to cover his blades. "Taste Unholy Light demon." Then Duraza throws one of his swords at the creature. It dodges quickly but does not notice that Duraza at the same time was running closer his other sword still in hand. By the time the creature was able to turn Duraza stuck his blade through it the gray energy intensifiying the pain.
"ARRRRRRRGHH!" the creature started to scream. Then Duraza took his blade out and moved backwards the energy on his blade fadding. After picking up his other blade he walked away leaving the creature there. For a while things were again quiet before he started hearing noises in the trees. When he turned around he saw the same creature again this time with 5 others just like him.
"Where did all you guys come from....?"
"We live in the forrest...You can not defeat us.," they all say at the same time. Suddenly all 6 creatures attack Duraza, black claws trying to rip him to shreads. Duraza uses his blade and evades a few attacks but they continue relentlessly and soon enough he gets knocked to the ground a large gash cut into his right arm.
"Darn it. I can't pick up my other sword. I was never a good left-handed swordsman but I guess I have no choice." Duraza tries attacking using only his left hand only to fail being knocked back again.
"You can't defeat us.." the creatures say again simultaniously.
"Well I can give it a shot..." Duraza then starts to focus trying to summon his unholy energy back into his blade. He fails his attempt however and once again gets knocked back by the beings. "Darn it...."
"Now you will die!" Then the head of the creatures attempts to attack Duraza. Suddenly Hasseo comes down from the trees, gray energy spinning in his hands, "Unholy Vortex!" With that Hasseo unleashes a blast of energy knocking all the creatures away.
"Seems that a winner has finally been choosen. Face it Duraza I've learned it and you've failed. You could barely hold your own out here. I'm better than you."
Duraza only stares at Hasseo, his anger swelling up inside.
"What can't face the facts? You've seen my pow-" Before Hasseo gets to speak he sees one of the creatures jumping down from the trees claws outward in attack. Duraza immediately responds without thought unleashing a black flame, blasting the beast backwards. Hasseo turns realizing that it was Duraza who released the blast only to stare at him in shock.
"So you know dark magic...It seems you forgot to mention this when we met."
"I didn't mention a lot of things," Duraza responds only half paying attention to his own words. Silence is all that follows, Duraza looking only at his hand, shaking with fear. His memories start once again to rush to him, of his mother and the way he killed her. Then he realizes it, "So this is that same power...."
"What are you talking about?"
Duraza speaks without paying attention to Hasseo, "The power that killed my mother....The way I killed my mother..."
Hasseo's eyes suddenly burst open with shock and fear. For a while niether says a word then Hasseo speaks rage in his eyes, "Your a murderer."
Duraza suddenly looks up, "No....its..it was an accident.."
"There is no such thing as an accident. You killed your own mother. You..you aren't even worthy of living, of studying under master Volset..."
"It wasn't like that...I ddin't mean to do it.."
"Murderer!"
"Enough!" Duraza screams. As he does he lets out another flame from his hand targeted at Hasseo. Hasseo dodges only getting a slight brusing on his left leg before drawing his daggers.
Duraza stands up in shock of what he's done, "Hasseo...I didn't mean to..."
"So now your going to kill me too? Well guess what I'll kill you first!"
[Next part coming soon ;) ]
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Hasseo is such an arse.There is just no other word for it.There is a to stupidity that Hasseo crosed.If thats what you wanted to make of him the good work Duraza.If not then you rushed the blaming part.Actualy who would say someone killed his own mother purposefully if they admited it with such delay.
And one more thing was the unholy vortex that Hasseo used a full power technique or just the basic moves ?Cause again it would be godmodingish if Hasseo mastered a technique you say takes years to master in one evening.
Well id say this part was a bit rushed Duraza.Not as good as the other ones.Try to concentrate more on the emotions you seem pretty good at that.And remember rivals are only rivals because they aknowlege each others strenght.
[ Edited for language! Read our rules. --Karyuu ]
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Hasseo is such an arse.
Thats pretty much how he's supposed to be represented. Fact is he's hot headed and proud (for reasons not explained, them having to do with his past). After learning the vortex and finding that Duraza didn't he was already feeling that he finally surpased him. He pretty much saved Duraza using the Vortex to piss Duraza off (if you didn't notice then sorry :sweatdrop: ). After having to be saved by Duraza though he was pretty mad but in shock that he almost died. Once he found out what Duraza ddi to his mother he used it as a way to re-route his anger. This way he felt he had a reason for it instead of trying to fight Duraza because he felt "he's better than me."
And one more thing was the unholy vortex that Hasseo used a full power technique or just the basic moves ?Cause again it would be godmodingish if Hasseo mastered a technique you say takes years to master in one evening.
Only the basic moves. As you noticed all he did was "knock" the creatures away. One of them even came back. Because of how the energy is spinning when its released it kinda is like a blast of wind or vortex. Because Hasseo can not keep the energy steady/stable long enough (because he hasn't mastered it) he has to release the energy immediately after gathering giving him the wind vortex effect. If he could keep it stable, instead of letting it explode, he'd actually be able to do a lot more damage. So he's no where near mastering ;)
Well id say this part was a bit rushed Duraza.Not as good as the other ones.Try to concentrate more on the emotions you seem pretty good at that.And remember rivals are only rivals because they aknowlege each others strenght.
The fight scene between those two is the next part. Thats where a lot of emotions will play in. They do acknowledge each others strength but neither of them would ever be willing to say it. Each one thinks he's better than the other and thats where the rivarly forms, to see who's the best.
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The sun begins to set as both Duraza and Hasseo face each other prepared for battle. Hasseo fueled by rage holds daggers tightly, his hands shaking. Duraza still in shock tries to keep calm, unsure of what will happen.
Hasseo lifts his daggers up, "Prepare to die!." Then he rushes at Duraza only to be blocked by Duraza's blade. "Hasseo.....stop...we don't need to figh-.."
"Shut up and die," Hasseo says while Duraza is speaking jumping back and throwing his daggers at Duraza. Duraza uses his blades to deflect still trying not to fight, "This isn't the answer. Killing me won't solve anything."
"Are you so sure? I'll rid the world of a murderer and thats good. Besides we don't need people like you. To kill your own mother? Its heartless." Hasseo then throws 2 more daggers he hid in his clothing along with 4 blast of Unholy Light. Duraza only deflects one dagger but the other one hits him in his already injured right hand. The pain makes him forget the spheres of energy coming at him ending in him getting blasted back by all of them.
"Ahhhhh! Darn it!" Duraza yells in pain.
"Get up. I want to slay you when your standing. To do so while your ground is a cowards move," Hasseo says. Slowly Duraza gets up his mind and thoughts racing violently because of the blasts of Unholy Light. Hasseo then sends out 2 more blasts of energy and Duraza not being able to think clearly can dodge niether, sending him straight into a tree. "I said stand murderer or have I killed you already?" Hasseo says, waiting once again for Duraza to stand. For a while Duraza does nothing just trying to gather his thoughts. The only thing that ever appears in his mind is his mother and her death. Over and over does the violent scene replay in his mind and his anger just increases. Suddenly black flame starts to engulf his left arm and from the ground he launches the flames at Hasseo. Hasseo gets burned on his left leg but dodges most of the flames. As Duraza stands he starts to send flames everywhere, setting all the trees around he and Hasseo on fire. As Hasseo looks around he realizes that he and Duraza are both trapped in a wall of black flame.
"It ends Hasseo...I'm tired of you blaming me for my mothers death...I'm tired of people hating me...of judging me for something I didn't know I did till it was done...I will burn my suffering into you and let you see how painful it is to live the way I do.."
Hasseo stands speachless. Meanwhile Rysenel, who was still in the forest, finds himself in the area where Duraza and Hasseo are fighting. He sees the black flame and senses something bad happening so he runs off to search for Master Volset, hoping Hasseo and Duraza are both safe.
Duraza uses the black flame on his left hand to create a blade of black fire. Hasseo draws a broadsword from his back while observing this, "Your micking the blacksmith style with dark energy...I guess that your skill with dark magic is far greater than it is with Unholy Light. Still you can't beat me!." Then he charges his blade with energy making gray flames swirl around it. For a second both warriors stand then they both rush at each other, their swords clashing. They run around the area jumping and slashing at each other with their blades. Niether slows down knowing that once they lose their pace the other will take advantage of this and strike. Soon they find themselves standing again staring at each other.
"Before I end this I want to know why...why it matters to you what happened in my past?" Duraza yells.
Hasseo suddenly looks shocked when Duraza asks. For a while he stands just shaking his head. Then he says with great passion in his voice, "When I was born my parents were slain. When I learned of this as a child I swore I would avenge them. Avenge the death of any who was killed out of hate or by someone to emotionless to care. I spent everyday training till I wasn't able to stand. I did nothing but train. All my life I hoped for a chance to avenge my parents but it never came. It may not be the same but by killing you I can start to avenge them all. Every last person slain by a heartless fiend!" Suddenly Hasseo drops his sword and concentrates creating Unholy energy in his hand. In a few seconds the energy is sitting in his hand spinning and then unleashed, "Unholy Vortex!" Hasseo yells. Instantly the energy blasts Duraza back and clears the field of the black flames. "I shall finish you with this technique Duraza and then start my journey to recieve vengence."
Duraza slowly gets up barely able to move from the blast. As he stands Hasseo prepares another Unholy Vortex, draining himself completely to make sure that Duraza dies in the next shot. However all Duraza can think of is Laris, his mother. Every thought focuses on her and all he does is wish that she were still here, that he could rewrite history so that she would still be living and that he would be happy. "i'm sorry mother...." he says to faint for Hasseo to hear. "I failed you...it seems I can not escape my fate.....I either die here or kill the man who tries to kill me and I certainly don't want to die...I refuse to die....and to keep myself alive...I am willling..." Duraza musters all his strength to raise his right arm and he starts to focus Unholy Light swirling in his hands. Just as Hasseo looks up he realizes that Duraza too is holding the Unholy Vortex in his hands.
"So I guess its down to both of us using the ultimate technique..." Hasseo says.
Duraza does not pay attention though shouting out, "I am willing to kill again!"
Both warriors rush at each other hands outward ready to brace themselves for contact. Right when they are about to meet Volset appears inbetween them stopping and breaking both their arms, canceling the vortex's. Rysenel runs up from behind to see the scene created.
"You called me just in time Rysenel. These idiots where just about to kill themselves."
Niether Duraza nor Hasseo look at Volset. Instead they only look at each other their eyes intense with hate. Suddenly Hasseo faints out having lost all energy followed by Duraza, his body realizing its energy depleted as well.
"What should we do master?" asks Rysenel
"For now we will take them to rest and heal. Their punishments will be given afterwards," Volset says.
"Oh one last question master."
"Yes?"
"Those creatures in the forest...what were they?"
"Dark spirits," Volset says. After a moments thinking he says, "Its possible that the spirits persuaded their fight. Those creatures can do things to you without you realizing. However that doesn't mean these two still won't be punished after waking."
Rysenel nods then both he and Volset carry Duraza and Hasseo out of the forest, both capable of using the greatest of the Unholy Arts.
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[Because the punishement those two had to suffer was very horrible, cruel, and blood filled that it would be to horribly graphic for a movie and for this website I decided to skip it :P Really it's not that intresting. Instead we now continue 2 years into the future. Duraza is now 18 and has met all of the other students. I am missing their names (they are in my logs at home) but it doesn't matter because they aren't as important and Duraza still had little contact with any of them, even when preforming his guard duties. Which reminds me, now he is a part of the guards special task unit known as the Unholy Guardians of Ragon. Each of the 8 students are potent in the Unholy Arts and each has mastered at least one of the 3 styles (none mastered more than 2 besides Volset). Volset leads the guardians and each group is its own unit within their group. This means Duraza still works with Hasseo and Rysenel. Hasseo and Duraza have learned "tolerate" each other and they can barely do this. Their rivalry still exist and more importantly their hate of each other because of the events that happened in the forest.]
Dawn in the city. Duraza sits in one of the 3 guard towers looking down sleepily at the empty streets. At the bottom of the tower stands Hasseo and Rysenel, each one also sleepy from having to spend a night on the look out. Recently a criminal escaped from the city's prison putting the whole town on lock down, searching for her and the person who set her free.
Duraza yawns, "This is so pointless. Whoever this girl is shes probably miles away by now."
Two hours pass and Duraza falls asleep on the watch only to be waken up by one of his fellow class mates, Salesis.
"Duraza wake up. Your time is up, go home and get some sleep." Duraza doesn't move even a bit forcing Salesis to scream, "Wake up!" while pouring a cup of water on his head. Duraza immediately lifts his head in shock while Salesis lets out a little giggle. Duraza looks at his wet hair while getting up and says, "Very funny. Thanks so much."
"Anytime," Salesis says still laughing. Duraza leaves the tower to find out that Hasseo and Rysenel left a long time ago, "Great so they left me here. What a surprise."
[rest later]
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[nothing like not being able to play ps and a good song to get me in the writting mood :thumbup: Just to remind you this is just picking up from the last post.]
For a while Duraza just wanders the city, it still to earily for anyone to really be outside. Then suddenly he hears a scream comming from the direction of the town square. Right away he draws his blades and runs down an alley into the area where the screams were heard. As he looks around he sees a fenki in a black cloak running down a different alley and a young female xacha laying on the floor, covered in blood.
Duraza runs up to examine the Xacha's body, "Darn it...Doesn't anyone pay attention during their guard duty?" He looks around to see if anyone is around and after being sure he's alone he cleans the blood from his armor and pulls out his short swords, "This must be the work of the lady who escaped the prison. I guess I don't have much choice but to find out." Then he runs down the alley he saw her go down as well.
After a couple of minutes Rysenel stumbles upon the same body left in the square, "This can't be good. I need to get to the guard tower and tell Salesis to alert the rest of the guard. If this is that criminals work it might be wise to wake Master Volset as well.." Then he runs off in the direction of the guard tower.
As Duraza runs he sees a part of the fenki's dark robe disappear down a side alley. "That must be her..." He turns and runs down the alley spotting the fenki running as quickly as she can. "Hey stop! Your under arrest!"
The fenki pays no mind to Duraza, trying to increase her pace.
"Hmph. They never can make this easy..." Then he tosses both blades at the fenki.
Right away she turns down a different alley, both blades missing their target.
Duraza continues to run and turns down the same alley deciding to forget his blades, "Guess I'll have to get new ones.." Then he notices the fenki turning again and again, trying to lose him. He continues to pursue her till they get near the cities wall.
The fenki stops at the wall and looks at it carefully, turing as soon as Duraza reaches the alley.
Duraza grins, "Ive got you now so just give up and come back calmly with me."
For a while the fenki is quiet but then she removes the hood on her head. She looks at Duraza with deep green eyes and as she does her lips slowly curl into a wicked smile before she speaks, "So you think you've caught me boy?"
"I'm pretty sure I have.." Duraza says, suddenly unsure of himself.
The fenki's smile remains on her face as she speaks, "The last Darkom. It would be an honor to kill you."
Duraza stares at the fenki in confusion, his words drizzled with fear, "What..?!"
The fenki suddenly makes a deep bow, her smile only become more twisted as she stares at Duraza, "Sadly that honor must be saved for my master, not myself." As soon as she raises herself back up she lets creates a blast of wind, aimed at Duraza.
Duraza is knocked right into a house behind him, caught by suprise.
The fenki turns to the wall concentrating, "If our alley is correct then this part of the wall is weakest, having been destroyed by a tefusang and rebuilt hollow." She then knocks on the wall, hearing the hollow sound and realizing it to be true, that section of the wall being the only built from wood, not stone.
Duraza, still dazed, attempts to get up from the ground, rising slowly.
The fenki grins, "Why not just rebuild with stone? Why be so lazy as to use wood and paint it a stone color. This shall be their undoing." Then she starts to blast the wall with powerful flame spells. In a matter of minutes the wood starts to burn, falling apart all over.
Duraza finally is up to watch the fenki motion to him to follow her before disappearing through the burning wood. "Great...a hole in the wall. This day just couldn't get any worst." He then tightens his fists and runs after the fenki through the hole, still wondering what will meet him on the other side.
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As soon as Duraza appears on the other side of the wall he finds himself in disbelief. The fenki runs up to a strange hooded diabolo in black robes carrying a large silver blade with a golden hilt. The diabolo's eyes stare at Duraza and Duraza alone, deep and mysterious, as wicked as the fenki's smile. However what shocks Duraza the most is the man standing next to the hooded diabolo. He is an old ylian with a long beard. He looks at Duraza as if he has seen him before and Duraza knows this to be true. This man is no stranger, but someone from Duraza's past, his name Mr. Lex.
Mr. Lex looks at Duraza for a bit before speaking, "Seems like you've grown much. Your not the same little boy I knew back then."
Duraza expresion remains confused, almost fearful, "Mr. Lex? What....what are you....why are you here?"
Mr Lex shakes his head, "I'm here for you boy. I've come to take your life."
"...but why.."
"Why? Why is because you don't deserve to live. Your a killer and thats all you'll ever be."
Duraza blinks, a flush of anger running through his body but his shock still present, "You...you know it was an acident!" He yells. "You of all people should know! And then...then you left me, left me alone without anyone!"
Mr Lex frowns, "I thought it was an accident. I hoped it was. But what your mother said only kept replaying in my mind. She knew what you were before you've even had the chance to become it. Why do you think that is boy?"
Duraza says nothing, his head sinking as he just stares at the ground. His mother had said it. When he was a boy the city believed it. Hasseo fought him over it. Now Mr Lex has come back to tell him the same. In a voice, drained of belief in his own words, he speaks, "How...how do you know what I am...who gave you the right to decide?"
"I haven't decided. I was told. Told something your mother obviously knew. The dark history of the Darkom bloodline."
"Dark history...?"
Mr Lex nods, "Yes. I learned these stories from two people who have been chasing your scum blood line for years. People non other than the two who stand with me."
Duraza's head turns to look again at the fenki he was chasing and the diabolo carring the massive blade. Both of them stare back, wicked smiles on their faces, each one seeming to be waiting for a chance at taking his head. "So they are.....?"
Before Mr Lex gets a chance to speak the fenki interrupts, "I am a servant of my master," she says motioning to the diabolo, "And my master is the last face you will ever see."
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brilliant! don't keep us waiting so long, please.
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brilliant! don't keep us waiting so long, please.
Sorry about the long wait. I'll try to post the next part soon. Just glad someone is reading this ;D
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I like it, and I have only skimmed the story. Haven't had much time to read closely. Very nice, Duraza.
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Duraza takes a moment to stare at the diabolo. He was taller than Duraza, his body very muscular, with an aged face. He wore a black robe, covering eveything but his chest and arms, which were unarmored. Across his chest was a large scar, seeming to extend farther but covered by his robe. Lastly, his blade, a sword as long as a claymore but much thicker. It had a golden hilt with black crystals embedded in it. The blade itself was rectangular, a point at the very end at the top corner. Suddenly Duraza's thoughts are interrupted by a deep voice.
"Tis a shame you are nothing but a boy. A small seedling like yourself won't stand a chance," says the diabolo. He stares at Duraza the same way Duraza had been staring at him, taking in every little detail.
The fenki looks up at the diabolo, "Master...?" Suddenly the man walks toward Duraza, his sword in his right hand pointed to the ground.
"You know I've waited a long time for this moment boy? The moment I finally achieved the goal of my family. The very reason for our existence since that fated day." The man starts to smile but his eyes reveal rage and anger, the smile only coming off as sinister. "I have searched and hunted for years to finally have found you, and now I am going to kill you. Then who knows, to celebrate I may burn down your city and kill its people. Maybe instead I will convince them to be happy with me and we will feast. Or maybe I shall feast upon their flesh."
Duraza winces, the excitment the diabolo speaks with while saying those things disgusting him.
"One thing is certain though," says the diabolo, "Today I shall bathe, bathe in your blood. Ah what a bath that will be, one that will take away the hardships of myself and the hardships of my family for the rest of our life."
The fenki continues to watch her master in admiration, Mr Lex a little disgusted himself by what the diabolo is saying speaks up, "Can we just get this over with..?"
The fenki looks back giving Mr Lex a cold look as she growls, "My master will do as he likes."
Mr Lex immediately quiets himself to avoid further scolding as suddenly the diabolo begins to laugh, "He's right. I am gloating far to much. Any last words before I kill you boy?"
"Just one," Duraza says, a little confidence in his voice, "Why do you want to kill me? What did I ever do to you?"
[hopefully I can get the rest up by the weekend.]
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Wouldn't that be two questions?
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[finally the next part, hope it sounds good :P ]
The hooded diabolo laughs darkly and charges at Duraza, using his blade to make a deep gash in Duraza's chest. Duraza staggers backwards from the blow then falls to his feet, blood soaking the grass as he stares into the cold eyes of his opponent.
The hooded fenki laughs, "Your overly curious. Didn't you say you only had one question? Either way it's a shame you'll die without knowing either."
Mr. Lex just watches Duraza's blood pour over in disgust, "Can you hurry this up, its not the most pleasant sight."
The diabolo gives Mr. Lex and the fenki a fierce glance, silencing them instantly. Then he turns his head back to Duraza, "So you want to know why boy? Why I hunt you. The answer is simple, it is because you bear the name Darkom, the name of those who betray my family, of those who tried to eliminate us."
Duraza continues to just stare at the diabolo blankly, too weak to speak and confused about what he's saying. "Not sinking into your head boy? I suppose I might as well give you the honor of understanding your curse before your life, and the line of your pathetic family is over."
The diabolo's face becomes serious as he speaks, "You see a long time ago there was a great diaboli family. A rich and respected family, one that was powerful and for a while lived prosperously. This family gained its status from its knowledge of magic and its ability to teach people how to master different ways. However there were always those who were jealous. Those who would go agaisnt the family and try to murder it's members. In times of conflict this family used its influence over the people to help fight enemies, always insisting that, if possible, the enemies life be spared "
All is silent as the diabolo smile's, seeming a little proud, "This family, known as the Ronorok, used its former enemies as servants, making them help to better the families control and gain more power. For a while it continued like this, the Roronok family growing bigger in both blood members and servants."
The diabolo's smile quickly fades into a frown, anger growing in his eyes "Then one day after a war, one that left the Ronorok family weakened, the servants decided to rise up. We took them as no threat at first and tried to calm them down. However they had found some sort of power, one they called the White Core. It gave the dark power beyond what we had known. They used this power to wipe out most of the Ronorok family, the remaining survivors fleeing. This group of servants formed their own clan, using their powers to destroy all that was around them. Eventually they became known to the people as Dark Omens, later on to be renamed Darkom by one of your own. This is the tale of your family and mine. Do you understand now?"
The diabolo grips his blade, preparing to attack Duraza again, "You are nothing but a servant. Even worst you are the worthless offspring of a family of servants. You disgraced the Ronorok name, my families precious reputation and power dragged in the dirt. For this you must suffer, for this you must pay, because of this you bear that wrectched name. The name of Darkom."
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heh keep it up but i feel your giveing a lot away to soon but that could just be me.
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heh keep it up but i feel your giveing a lot away to soon but that could just be me.
Don't take everything someone says seriously :P
While I won't give anything away myself (you'll have to wait for the rest of the story) I'll tell you that not everything in this story is complete truth because the characters are able to lie/overexaggerate. What you think I might be giving away too soon could just be one big lie ;)
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Psst I know secret stuffs.
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The diabolo rushes at Duraza, dragging his sword through the dirt, "Now Darkom prepare to die, to fall at last to the Ronorok line!" He lifts his blade up, holding it in the air as Duraza's head rises. "I am going to savoir this moment," the diabolo says while laughing. "Are you ready Darkom?"
Duraza stares up at the blade in fear, still to hurt to move, "Is this it....is this the end?" Suddenly someone bursts from out of the hole behind them, everyone frozen still as in a blurr of motion a man is infront of Duraza, his hand on the diabolo's chest. Duraza stares at the man for what seems like forever, too weak to really see him or to understand whats going on.
"Unholy Vortex!" shouts the man, creating an orb of gray energy in his palm and immediately blasting the diabolo backwards with the waves of gray energy.
"Vol-...Volset?" Duraza says. Then he falls to the ground, fainting from blood loss.
Two days later
Duraza's eyes suddenly burst open as he raises quickly shouting, "Volset!" Pain strikes him in his chest as he clenches it and breaths deeply. He looks around, realizing he is in a small room, laying on bed with white sheets. His wound has cealed but still painful, his blood stained armor and weapons replaced with a white shirt and trousers. The door opens and Rysenel and Salesis walk in, Rysenel being the first to speak.
"You alright Duraza? We heard you screaming."
Duraza looks up, his face displaying his confusion, "Where am I...what happened?"
Salesis sighs, "Well he seems to be okay." Then she turns around to look to Rysenel, "I'll leave this to you and get back to the tower."
Rysenel nods to her and Salesis walks off, taking one last glimpse of Duraza, some sadness in her eyes. Rysenel turns back around, a hint of sadness in his own eyes as well, doing nothing but starring.
"Well?" Duraza says, still confused.
Rysenel blinks as if having woken up from a trance, "Sorry...I just don't now how to tell you this.."
"Tell me what?" says Duraza, his patience lessening.
"Well you know that guy you were fighting?"
Duraza nods, his thoughts of the battle and his inability to fight back angering him, he clenching his fists. "What about him."
"Well he's dead but......Volset died along with him..."
Duraza's eyes pop, staring at Rysenel. Rysenel says nothing back, Duraza realizing that what he was just told is no lie. His head slowly sinks down as he lays on the bed, his eyes now knowing the sadness within Salesis' and Rysenel's. Slowly, in a low voice, Duraza mutters the words to himself, the words that he understands perfectly yet refuses to believe, "Volset...dead..?"
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Duraza sits on the bed, staring at Rysenel in disbelief. For a while no words are said, Rysenel turning his head to avoid Duraza's gaze. Then Duraza finally decides to speak.
"How? How was he killed," he says, his voice a little weak.
"I'm not sure...only Hasseo was there with him during the fight," Rysenel says, still not bothering to turn his head.
Duraza rises from the bed, clenching his teeth from the pain in his chest, putting on his boots, "Where is Hasseo, I need to talk with him."
"No Duraza, you need rest now, wait till your wou-," Rysenel says before Duraza pushes past him and runs off. He turns around, already seeing Duraza running down the street, "Now he's probably going to get himself hurt again."
Duraza runs down through the streets, frantically searching for Hasseo, grabbing his chest from pain. He runs through the alleys, eventually reaching the tower. immediately he looks upwards, noticing Salesis moving about on the top floor, "Hmm, it may not be a good idea to go up there. Salesis will send me back for sure, besides I doubt Hasseo will be there." He takes one last look and then runs off, passing through the plaza and going through more alleys. He quickly makes his way back to the hole in the wall, seeing a few workers around it planning on how to rebuilt the missing section. For a few minutes Duraza stares at the wall, his mind wandering to the words said by the strange diabolo.
"You are nothing but a servant. Even worst you are the worthless offspring of a family of servants. You disgraced the Ronorok name, my families precious reputation and power dragged in the dirt. For this you must suffer, for this you must pay, because of this you bear that wrectched name. The name of Darkom."
Duraza clenches his fists, his body tensing as he glares at the wall, "I was useless agaisnt that guy....Whats even worst is that Volset had to...had to die for me to live...Me, the useless child of servants." He continues to stare, his mother's words repeating themselves in his head, just as clear and powerful as the day he heard them.
"Yes my son. You are the son of murderers and a murderer you shall be. You will kill countless just as you have done me and tourment the innocent one day. It is your purpose, and one not even you can avoid."
A few tears run down Duraza's face, the painful memory of his mother's words making his chest feel as if it were about to burst, "Is the Ronorok family just another group of people we've hurt? Even without trying it was my existence that ended the lives of others...Just me living is why Volset is dead." Duraza walks through the hole, examining the area, dried blood still on some of the grass. Immediately he falls to his feet, tears streaming down his face, "Why am I forced to suffer so? Why must the Darkom name bear such a horrid past? Why did I, I of all people have to be born to such a wretched family....I rather have not been born at all.."
"Well I'd be happy to end your life," Hasseo says from behind him.
Duraza blinks, turning his head to see Hasseo leaning on the wall, a dark smile on his face, his eyes full of hate.