Author Topic: The Wizard War (Chapter Seventeen)  (Read 1575 times)

davidleejones13

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The Wizard War (Chapter Seventeen)
« on: May 13, 2008, 01:45:32 AM »
If you have not read the first part of this series, you can find all previous chapters over in THE GALLERY, under the COFFEE SHOP forum. Thanks for reading... ;D
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Devon stood atop a mountain looking down upon the darkness far below him. He could see on the eastern horizon the sliver of a finger nail that was the moon just rising from a pool of soft blood like haze signaling the sun was not far behind his celestial lover.

He took in the dark landscape far below in a long sweeping gaze before pausing on the opposite horizon of the sleeping world. There he saw two dancing lights crossing the black valley towards the impending dawn. As they made their way closer he noticed one was a white pin prick of light shining with the brilliance of a hundred stars. The other was a floating orb that was a smudge of greenish glow, reminding Devon of moonlit fog on the moors.

He saw as they moved in and out of one another they were drawn together by an unseen attraction. But, another equally unseen force kept them from touching. The two lights passed in front of Devon and he sensed a familiarity radiating from the bright one and immediately realized this was the Nuytumean.

His heart lurched as a loneliness caused by the hinderance of a joining filled every fiber of his being. The Nuytumean was incomplete and longed for this joining with such soulful yearning that it galvanized his emotions and sent a torrent of tears running down his cheeks.

Then, the other orb passed close before him it's sickly light touching his skin. Devon felt a dull ache as it yanked at the bonds holding his soul to his physical body trying to draw on his life's energy. He felt a brooding evilness that sent bolting shots of chillness to the center of his heart. His mind flashed back to the memory of a childhood friend who had died of the plague before his eyes. The same dull green of this boy's face when drawing his dying breathe reflected in this orbs light. The Nureaytumea. He was relieved when it's touch passed beyond him.

The two orbs danced toward the brightening horizon as a new feeling pressed down upon Devon. It was as if the heaviness of thousands of years pressed upon his frail skin from every angle. The air about him grew thick and he found it hard to breath as the decaying stench of passing time filled his nostrils. Comprehension brought the realization of the symbols he saw before him. The Nureaytumea and the Nuytumean had been performing this dance for eons of immeasurable time never being allowed to rejoin into the wholeness they both once were.

Devon watched them move toward a rising sun that briefly poored blood red light into the cold valley below before passing behind the lagging moon. As the two celestial lovers met as one so did the two dancing orbs, celebrating their respective reunions in a great solar eclipse that brought day and night together, awakening the world below.

He felt a presence behind him and turned to see a Raven haired beauty placing a loving hand upon his shoulder.

"Now," she smiled looking into his face lovingly with crystal ice blue eyes, "we can be together again."

The clouds of dream parted and before his bleary blinking eyes the raven haired goddess was replaced by the wizened old face of Favereau.  He closed his eyes tightly trying to picture her beauty again but the old man shook her image away from his mind's eye bringing him to a rude wakefulness.

"C'mon my boy," He said with uncharacteristic urgency in his voice, "it is time to start training."

Her heard Ione stirring beside him in the bed and reached over to wake her.

"Shhh," Favereau prompted, "leave her be. Today just you and I train."

Devon yawned and threw off the covers as Favereau shoved a bundled set of clean clothing into his hands.

"Besides," the old man placed a hand gently upon his shoulder, "she will need her rest now that you have left her with child."

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Jerik flew high above the canopy of trees below, but even at this height he could sense the disturbance within the insect population below. He could smell death and decay through the collective bug community but some evil magic kept every insect at bay from instinctively descending upon the dead.

They passed over a wide swath of churned earth and damaged trees as the bodies of the fallen began filling their field of view. Jerik felt Tika squirm within his grasp.

"Over there," she shouted over the rushing of the wind, "there on the horizon."

He followed her gaze to see the sun rising from behind a mound of slain soldiers. There atop this gruesome pile one soldier was skewered upon a long pike pointing skyward like a beacon.

"Land!" Tika ordered disrespectfully.

They set down upon the dew covered mud with a soft thud. The smell of the dead embraced them as if beaconing them towards the crest of the rotting mound.

"Magic," Tika explained a scowl upon her face, "The Nureaytumea has grown powerful more quickly than I had expected."

There was the sound of retching and hacking prompting the two to look up. There the soldier on the pike shifted and coughed sending a spray of warm blood upon them.

"P-pl-please," the man begged through bubbling blood upon his lips, "k-ki-kill m-me."

His breath came in raspy painfully sounding gulps.

"M-mon-crede" the unfortunate captain sputtered," M-mon-crede!"

Tika bent down and rummaged among the dead bodies coming up with a sword in hand. With surprising agility Jerik watched astounded as she leapt effortlessly through the air and with one skillful swing of the unwieldy sword, neatly severed the soldiers head from his shoulders. It rolled to a stop at the base of the deadfall.

"P-pl-please," the dismembered head still spoke, now missing one eye.

"Much more powerul than expected," the eight year old girl said scratching her chin thoughtfully.

"M-mon-crede" the head babbled through bubbling blood.

"Shut the HELL up!" She screamed and with a powerful kick she sent the head into the underbrush at the edge of the clearing.

"Birdman, let's fly!"

As he obediently launched skyward and grabbed the little girl up in one deft move, he could still hear the unfortunate captain painfully shrieking from the underbrush.

"We fly to Moncrede Master?" He asked.

"No," Tika shouted, "we go North first. We will need help to take the Nureaytumea from Moncrede."

"Where to then?"

"Petriputrid Peak." Tika replied blandly causing fear to rise and burn in his throat like bad tasting bile...




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Re: The Wizard War (Chapter Seventeen)
« Reply #1 on: May 14, 2008, 04:38:26 AM »
Hi Lee
It was good to see you have picked up the Wiz wars again.
Good stuff mate.
Mairi :)

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Re: The Wizard War (Chapter Seventeen)
« Reply #2 on: May 14, 2008, 12:05:58 PM »
Thank you Ma.
Its good to know someone is still reading after all of these chapters... ;)
I am pleased you still think it is good.

Lee