Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Light Warriors - [10] - Sorcery

Swish! Xtremeo sliced through the foliage with his blade. Atomo followed close behind. His arm started to feel tired. He drooped a little. He sheathed his blade.They had been searching for Seebercon for the whole day, and it was beginning to get dark, and his eyelids were drooping.

"I think we should set up camp for he night," he said.

The two boys immediately began hacking an area large enough to store their various supplies. There, they set up their tents, and went to sleep.


Seebercon opened his eyes. He was freezing cold. A corpse on the floor stared blank-eyed at the ceiling. He felt exhausted, but got up to his feet. He looked around for his knife. It was impaled in the corpse. Or at least it it was impaled in the corpse. The knife had shattered into a thousand icy shards.
Seebercon wanted to throw something. So he did. He picked up a small, thin storage box, and with all his might threw it against the wall. The box creaked as it shattered into a million wooden splinters.

Seebercon tried to calm himself down. He counted to ten. He took a deep breath and surveyed the room. Hey - what was that? He looked at what had been inside the storage box - a curved green weapon with a blade of emerald and a hilt of silver with leather as a grip. He picked it up, and it fit his hand perfectly like it had been made just for him. He found a sheath, which he hung by his trousers. He slipped the sword in, and surveyed the room, to see if there was anything else he had missed. He decided to take the icy spear that had somehow not yet melted. He thought about searching the corpse. Should he? He needed all the stuff he could get - it isn't very easy to survive without anything to use, and he knew that from experience. On the other hand, searching a corpse just seemed plain wrong.  He decided to leave the corpse where it was. It was starting to smell in there anyways.


Atomo couldn't sleep. He kept hearing phantoms. He would turn, but nobody would be there. He turned over on the plush sleeping mat he had bought in the village. It didn't seem as comfortable. He thought he heard footsteps. Shadows crept outside the tent. He felt his hands close around the penknife in his pocket. He turned. The shadows moved closer to the entrance of the tent. Atomo flicked open the penknife. His laser gun thingy was in his bag, which was conveniently outside. Just his luck that his best weapon was stuck outside the tent. He heard the zipper open, but only faintly. A hand grasped into the tent. Atomo didn't attack yet, but crouched and prepared to strike. The hand then shook and then exited the tent. Atomo frowned. Then he saw it. A snake! A surge of adrenaline rushed through him. He was about to teach the snake what poison really felt like when he thought of something. The tent was small. If he moved to attack the snake, the people outside would be able to see him move. He cursed quietly. He raised the knife to strike.


Xtremeo turned over.  He heard hushed voices speaking outside his tent.

"Do it or I will," whispered the first voice.

"Give me a good reason to," whispered the second.

"If you don't, the master will punish you," replied the first

Xtremeo heard a sigh, and he heard muffled footsteps. He quietly unsheathed his blade.
He heard the tent slowly slip open. He saw a hand grasping a dagger. That was all he needed to tell that the people outside were not Atomo or Seebercon. He raised Oblivion and prepared to strike.


Seebercon came upon a clearing. It had two tents, and at once he knew it was Xtremeo and Atomo. He then saw a man in a black leather jacket standing nearby. He looked more carefully. The man turned. Seebercon's eyes widened - for the man was his father. He shook his head. He knew there was some sorcery - this wasn't real. He steeled his nerves. He drew his new blade. The man smiled and pulled out a blade of his own. Seebercon took a step forward and readied himself. Then he charged.


The snake disappeared into shadows. Atomo stabbed the empty floor. The knife was then swallowed into the ground. Atomo cursed and dived out of the tent. He ripped open his bag and grabbed the laser gun. He swirled around and saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Without hesitation, he fired.


Xtremeo slashed downwards. But his blade simply passed right through. He slashed through the back door of the tent and exited. There was nobody there. He turned and slashed sideways with all his might.


Seebercon leapt forward and stabbed. The man smiled and disappeared. Seebercon gasped. He turned around in a circle, looking to see where he'd gone. He saw a blade coming down on him, and as quick as a flash he turned and slashed back.


Oblivion clashed against Seebercon's green blade, and a laser beam struck the blades in the middle. The trio's eyes widened in surprise at the people they had just tried to kill. Suddenly, a man with blue robes  appeared. He laughed a mocking laugh. Atomo raised his gun. Xtremeo readied his blade. Seebercon prepared for battle. A wooden staff with a encrusted with a blue gem appeared in the sorcerer's hand. The sorcerer smiled. He raised his staff, and the lightning spilled out of the black stormy clouds above...

To be continued.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Light Warriors - [9] - Murder, Ice, and Magic

Esriah was cleaning her cottage in the dead of night when they arrived. Ever since her husband's tragic death, she wore black, and always tried to avoid others. She swiped the rag across the filthy, grimy windows. She heard a loud noise. Bang. Deafened in her old age, she assumed that the rowdy men in the village had gotten drunk and were fighting one another. Esriah wiped off the last of the dirt and hauled herself inside. She walked over to her most prized possession. She flipped the secret lever that retracted into the secret room,  "Keep this for me, will you?" Her husband's last words echoed through her mind. Adoringly she gazed at the finely polished emerald tipped blade. She heard another noise. She shut the door to the secret room and flipped the lever again. Bang. A lot closer this time. She ignored it and picked up her glasses. She grabbed a book from the shelf at random and began to read. Another Bang. This one sounded like it was right outside her door. Didn't that "Bang" noise sound a little like a.. gunshot? She lowered her book and peered through the window. A man stood at the now open doorway. And the last thing that Esriah saw was the double barrel of the man's shotgun.

Xtremeo, Seebercon, and Atomo exited the forest, where they found a village. A bakery gave out a pleasant aroma. Stomachs rumbling, they ran towards the village. They stopped in their tracks when they was what was going on. A coffin was being lowered into a grave. Many people, all dressed in black, had their heads down, looking solemn. Suddenly they weren't that hungry. Atomo decided to ask what was happening.
"What's going on?" he asked a lady dressed in black.
"An old woman called Esriah was brutally murdered yesterday!" she wept.
"Murdered?" asked Atomo.
"She was found with a shotgun shell in her head, and an expression of extreme terror on her face." replied the woman. "She was the kindest old lady in the village, always took to helping others."
The woman went back to weeping.
Seebercon stopped by a cottage that looked like it had been blasted into. Ice coated the doorway, but it was the middle of the winter.  "The scene of the crime," he thought. He walked in through the open doorway and looked around, There was a stain on the floor that might have been honey. He went over to the bookshelf and saw a book that he liked. Maybe it would help him keep entertained in the future. He knew he was breaking and entering but he couldn't help himself. He tried to take the book, but it was stuck. Just his luck. He pulled, pushed, shoved, grunted, but nothing seemed to work. Frustrated, he yanked it with every ounce of his strength. It didn't budge. He suddenly tripped over a stray book on the floor, and grabbed the book he had been trying to get for balance. To his surprise, it came out easily. The floor rumbled and the bookshelf moved aside, revealing a stair case.
"No way.."said Seebercon
A secret room! He walked down the path stealthily. He pulled out his BB-gun and kept walking. Suddenly he heard the floorboards creak in front of him. He crouched behind a wall and placed his hand on the trigger. He peered around the corner. A man stood there, with a double barrel shotgun. Seebercon caught a glimpse of him. His skin was pale, and he had dark hair. His eyes were two different colors - one black, one an icy blue - were as frosty as the freezing winter air outside. In one hand he held an ice-tipped blue spear. With his other hand the man rummaged through a chest that looked like a shard of ice had blasted it apart- weird. Suddenly, the man pulled out a sword with a gleaming black hilt and a razor-sharp emerald blade. He laughed an icy, mocking laugh that seemed to make the frostbound room even colder than it already was.  The man turned - and bumped straight into Seebercon. For a second they just stared at each other. Then Seebercon lifted the BB gun and fired. The man dodged it easily and swept at the air with his spear. A massive shard of ice impaled the area where Seebercon was just standing. What the hell? Seebercon leapt into the air and fired again. His bullet caught the man in the shoulder, but it just bounced off like the pellet was made of ice. Suddenly Seebercon had an idea. He ran to the far end of the room, just as the man shot another shard of ice at him. Seebercon grabbed the shard of ice, and with all his strength flipped it around and threw it back. The man leisurely deflected the shard of ice that Seebercon had just shot at him by firing another shard at Seebercon's shard. They both shattered in midair as they slammed into each other. Seebercon knew he couldn't fight like this forever. Already his strength was dipping. He tossed the BB gun at his opponent, who batted it away. Seebercon drew his pocketknife. The man laughed - until Seebercon impaled his arm against the wall with the knife. The knife started to turn to ice, but then instead glowed green. Seebercon walked over and took back the knife. He flicked a switch he'd custom installed on it, and the knife grew at least twice its original length. He slashed at the man, who was to stunned to do anything except block. Seebercon hit him on the head with the flat of his blade, and feinted towards his left side. However, the man got over his shock and anticipated the trick. He turned his hand to ice and blocked the strike. The man flicked Seebercon's knife away. Seebercon's reflexes turned to their best. And if this didn't work, he was dead.  Seebercon leapt over the man's head, grabbed the knife in midair, did a somersault  and threw the knife. His vision went fuzzy, and as he slammed into the wall, everything went dark.