Sage of Raw Honey
Join Date: Oct 2009
Location: Inside your television!
Rep Power: 9
Re: Tomorrow Forever.
Hey there team. Sorry for the wait on this one.
009 – Silence
The room was silent as the grave.
The sound of flickering flames dancing along the wicks of forlorn candles, and the shallow breathing of two dumbstruck men were the only sounds that echoed through the dank room. Slowly, the sounds of a large man dropping to his knees filled the room.
"Mistress Oracle...are you positive this is the case?" asked Gareth.
"All I say is the truth, as is said by Lady Fate," said the Oracle solemnly.
The silence that followed was heart wrenching, echoing deep within the inner reaches of my soul. It is not every day that one is told that he is the one who shall bring about devastation to the world. I could tell that my own anguish was relevant, as the Oracle looked away from my face. What was I?
Was I really the one who would reap sorrow and havoc upon the world? Was I really the Antichrist, the one whom the world would scorn and hate for all eternity? Would I really be an outcast from society, devoid of human connection? Was I really destined to instill fear in the hearts of every man, woman, and child on the planet?
Was I really that evil?
Michael jumped back, flipping through the air, dodging arrow after arrow of electricity. Agravain continued his relentless assault, his quivers never seeming to be empty. As he danced between arrows, and dodged sparks, the almost static sword of light in Michael's hand continued to condense, becoming solid. As he landed on the ground, and arrows neared his area, he spun, slicing arrow after arrow into pieces with a speed unmatched by mortal man. Agravain paused his assault but for a moment.
"How. How can you cut through steel arrows as tempered as those?"
Michael smirked and sprinted forward, leaping high into the air. Agravain launched another ball of electricity into the air, but Michael swiftly cut through it, descending towards Agravain alarmingly fast. Only by sheer luck did Agravain dodge, as Michael hitting the ground caused a massive array of shattered stone to fly into the air. He turned towards Agravain, and opened his palm. Instantly, a massive pentacle appeared in the air directly in front of his hand.
"Seventh Arcana - Telum."
Immediately after being spoken to, the pentacle began to spit out vast amounts of light, all taking shape as they flew. The light turned into spears which increased speed as they went towards Agravain. Without stopping to think, Agravain began throwing an arrow at the first beam. The beam collided with the arrows, which, on contact, ceased to exist. Shooting straight through Agravain’s shoulder, the beam continued on to collide with the building behind Agravain, drilling a hole through that wall as well. Agravain, in pain, collapsed to the ground, as the remaining spears came to a stop, inches from his body.
"Tell me, Agravain. You knew my power. Why did you persist?" asked Michael.
"You know why. You know exactly what he did to me."
"I fail to see how that answers my question Agravain," said Michael.
"Don't patronize me. And don't play dumb either."
"I am not playing dumb; I'm simply answering you with a certain amount of truth. Why does what Gareth did to you force you to fight me?"
"Because he's in there, the building you're guarding."
"And you're that willing to risk your life to kill this man?"
Agravain smiled, standing up. He grasped an arrow, and pulled it out of its quiver. Immediately, lightning ran up the length of the arrow, forming a blade of sorts.
"I'm willing to risk everything."
"I'm starting to get worried, father! What is taking Lord Michael so long to update us on the turnout of the Oracle's Prophecy?" asked Gingalain eagerly.
"I have told you more than once, you shall call me Lord Gawain."
"I am sorry, my Lord, but I truly desire to know."
"Don't we all," murmered Gaheris sarcastically as he stirred off the couch. He was a mess, his black hair ruffled, his extravagant clothes wrinkled, and a vague resemblance to a five o' clock shadow beginning to form. He rose from the couch, moving slowly towards the bath room. "Gingalain, fetch me some water, would you? I need to bathe."
"Certainly, Lord Gaheris. Heated?"
"No, I'll take care of that myself. Just get me the water," mumbled Gaheris.
Gingalain moved towards the bath room, and as Gaheris neared it, sat next to a large bathing tub. The tub had no faucets or drain, but was an ornate ivory, decorated with rich gold and ebony designs. As Gingalain sat down next to it, Gaheris removed his shirt, revealing a muscular body covered in fierce burns. Gingalain touched the bottom of the tub, closing his eyes and saying, "Deshio." Instantly, water began to fill the tub, rising to the level of Gingalain’s finger. Gingalain topped the tub off, turning to Gaheris with a smile of satisfaction.
"Now move," said Gaheris.
"Now now, Gaheris, what is the magic word?" said Gingalain, as the water in the tub slowly froze over.
"To-chi," said Gaheris, as a jet of fire shot out of his hand, melting the ice and turning the bath into a steaming tub of water. "But nice try."
Gingalain growled in anger. "I will not let you in that tub without proper thanks! I refuse to accept the half hearted attempts at civility you seem to enjoy!" yelled Gingalain, a sphere of water rising from the tub.
"Gingalain, you will do well to know your place. That is the closest thing to thanks you shall get, so I would advise you to move before both you and your pride are wounded," said Gawain.
"Yes Sir Gawain. My apologies," said Gingalain, sighing.
"Yea pretty-boy, now run along back to Papa," said Gaheris said, snickering. Gingalain, without looking, trudged out the door, the sphere of water slamming back down into the tub, splashing Gaheris with scalding water. Gaheris danced in pain, as Gawain chuckled.
"You see, my boy, there are some battles you must let your opponent think they win, before striking back at the opportune moment. That was an excellent example of that. You're learning quite nicely," said Gawain, smiling.
"R-really? Thank you father!"
"You shall address me as Lord Gawain."
"Yes Lord Gawain..."
Gareth turned to me slowly, his eyes dark, forboding. He slowly reached behind him for Garm, his massive axe, and slowly swung it over is shoulder, letting it finish hanging limply at his side.
"I...am sorry Lavernius. I truly thought you would be the one. However, as your path has been chosen for you, I have no choice but to kill you," said Gareth, obvious remorse in his eyes.
"No...I can't die. I need to find Jan."
"When Jan dies you shall meet her in the Sea of Consciousness. Please do not resist me, Lavernius."
"Like hell I won't!" I yelled defiantly, whipping out Ephesus. "That journey meant nothing to you? You can throw my life away so easily?"
"For the sake of the world, yes. Yes I can," whispered Gareth, beginning to run towards me.
"Well I'm not dying here," I yelled, running towards him. "I'm not dying until I find Jan. And there’s no way in hell I'm letting you get in the way of that!"
"Then by all means, Lavernius," yelled Gareth, spinning Garm, "Try and stop me!"
I jumped into the air, spinning in a corkscrew, slamming my blade into his axe while midair. The impact sent waves of pain up my arm, and the audible gasp that came out of me made Gareth chuckle. With a single swing of his arm, he sent me flying across the chamber, slamming me into the far wall. I collapsed, spitting up blood, as Gareth sprinted towards me. With four long bounds, he crossed the room, swinging his axe in an arc to split me in two. I rolled swiftly out of the way, buy the shockwaves sent out by the contact of the axe and ground sent shards of rock into the air, cutting me and sending me rolling across the room. I managed to right myself to stop a series of shards of rock flying at me. Rock kept flying at me, sent on by Gareth, as he continued to run forward. I ran towards Gareth, still deflecting bullets of rock. As he neared me, I slid along the ground, his axe passing over me. As I stabbed upwards at him, however, one of the hands guiding the axe let go, grabbing my blade. Swinging my blade, he threw me into the wall, knocking the breath out of me. My grip loosened, and as he swung me in the opposite direction, I let go of my blade and was sent spinning, colliding with the far wall. I stood, raising my hands to defend myself. Gareth stomped his foot on the ground, and the ground around him split.
"Spika!" Gareth screamed, and as I stood and attempted to run, two nails of rock shot from the ground around Gareth. They sped towards me, pinning my left and right hands to the rock behind me. I screamed in anguish, and tried to move, but to no avail. I was stuck.
Gareth walked towards me slowly, swinging his axe in one hand, Ephesus in the other. "The greatest insult to a warrior is to be killed by his own sword," said Gareth menacingly.
"Lucky for me I don't plan on dying tonight," I said, staining against my captors.
"It is irrelevant what you plan on doing. No one plans to die," said Gareth.
"You're wrong there. Which means you could easily be wrong about your other assumptions," I said, a menacing tone coming into my voice.
"You can not move, and yet you still find the means to thoroughly annoy me. At least you are not asking questions," said Gareth with a sinister chuckle.
"We wouldn't want to anger the big scary murderer now would we?" I said tauntingly.
Gareth's smile disappeared, as, in his anger, he stabbed the sword directly at my stomach. In a fit of agility, I jumped off the ground, flipping my body without moving my hands. Ephesus slammed into the wall with such a force that the entire wall cracked and shuddered. The spikes that pinned my arms shook, and I ripped my arms off the wall, flipping, landing on Gareth's shoulders. Using the spikes he put in my hands, I swung down, stabbing him in the back. However, seconds before I made contact, the spikes flew out of my hands, and as my bare palms made contact with his back, I flipped myself onto the ground. Gareth was still off balance, and I spun my leg, kicking out his. As he descended, I jumped, grabbing Ephesus out of the wall, jumping back over Gareth, out of his reach. I sprinted away from him, towards the door, past the Oracle, who looked on with her blank, staring eyes. Gareth turned, screaming at me.
"You coward! You evil demonic wretch! I will kill you!"
He turned, got up and chased me out the door. I arrived at the main entrance to find the doors ajar, Hugh nowhere in sight. I disregarded this fact, and sprinted towards the door.
"You will not get a way! I can not let you get away!" he screamed dragging his axe along the ground.
Gareth tore his axe in a line towards me, as a wave of earth rose from the ground. Several inches of cracked stone rose in a straight line directly towards me. The line rolled along the ground at an alarming pace, and I wasn't granted enough time to dodge. The line rolled under my feet, and I stumbled, a split second before the ground under me exploded, sending my flying into the air. I was airborne, and I turned to see Gareth drop his axe, drop to his knees and grasp two fistfuls of earth. He began to shake violently, as the ground around him shook violently as well. I began to fall, and as I did so, I began to turn my head to look as to where I would land, when suddenly, I heard a noise very similar to the sound of Gareth splitting the earth in the desert town.
Only this time, it was exponentially louder.
Michael stopped his relentless assault when the noise resounded from the mountains. He turned his head, giving Agravain the opportunity to strike. Agravain lunged at Michael's throat with his lightning sword, remnants of the last twenty being kicked aside as he did so. Michael raised his palm and a bright flash of light shone out, blinding Agravain and sending him stumbling back.
"Gareth..." Michael murmured.
Suddenly, on the mountains directly to the left and right of the Temple Mountain, two massive ruptures appeared. The top third of the mountain began to float above each mountain, wobbling slowly as it rose from an inch, to a foot, to a yard, and beyond. Michael was confused, until he saw the airborne speck that was Vern.
"Dear Lord Gareth...what have you done?"
"Father," murmured Gingalain, as he stared at the mountains. "Do you think that is supposed to be happening?"
"You know, its funny Gingalain, but mountains don't usually fly."
Gareth shuddered, stood up, and opened his eyes. He brought his palms together, clapping them, the dirt flying everywhere. His eyes went wild, and every vein on his head popped out.
Instantly, the two mountain tops flew at alarming speeds towards Vern. Vern raised his hands to shield himself, but against two mountains, it was futile. Silver light shimmered around his hands, but then vanished.
And Vern was crushed between two mountains.
Teddie isn't here anymore. Goodbye.