Hey guys, yeah im a writer of stories too. Back a couple years ago I wrote a 52 chapter story in which I basically took all my close family and friends and mashed them up for an all out "X-men" typish genre. I called it Heavens Blade. Now comes a few months later tons of my family loves it and I write a second part. NOW we come to present day and well I am finally starting up my third installment to the series but which a few of the old casts in my first two books plus more new friends I've made through the days. I know you all here at Yahooka, don't really know any of my friends let alone family. But no less I want to share at least the teaser chapter of my new story. Cause well hell I consider you all my family as well, but through internet! Read and Respond!
Heavens Blade 3
Teaser
“ Forgive those that sin? Who do you think I am? God?…”
- Agress
He stood there amongst the chaos… Planted at the very eye of the storm, on top of the very throne of disorder. Here he saw everything standing at the cathedral bell tower, the blood, the screams, the insanity. But this never bothered him, it never really did when it came to battles. What did bother him was that he had forgotten the feeling of being within this vortex of bloodshed. So he just stood there, old arms crossed over a chain mail with a blazing emblem of a lion. His eyes narrowed hearing a new trumpet somewhere in the distance, it only meant one thing. He sighed slowly and looked to his left speaking lowly but commanding. “I will meet with Idola at the altar, give her news to hide our young one.” General Rain saluted and quickly her figure moved away stealthily and silently. And as Agress turned to look back into the turmoil over the city of Crane, he heard a sharp whistle. His hand reach out quickly, instinctively and within a blink of an eye, caught in an upward movement with his arm an arrow that was surely made to rest within the confines of his heart. He snarled lightly and turned as to begin making his way to his destination, the entrance of the cathedral. He had some guests to entertain, and he was not about to disappoint.
Idola walked wearily yet hastily towards where she was told to be. Her doubts of leaving Rae with one of the medics of the organization was starting to eat at her. Yet she knew what was happening, and she knew this was not the place for any young beautiful child. Remarkably Rae had always shown her this maturity that even astounded her to the core. She must have gotten that from her father she though. Agress had always drilled into Rae the realities of what she must come to face throughout her life. As much as it pained Idola to see her daughter grow up at so young an age, she accepted her husbands wishes to teach Rae this way. She sighed gently and continued walking, she was nearing the appointed place and thought of what was to come. The organizations’ tactician had already said one third of their army was wiped out within 2 hours. She knew they would be pulling back soon, but also knew her husband wouldn’t at least go without saying goodbye. Hence here now she stood, before an altar with the figure of Christ on a cross behind it. Only this time she wasn’t here to commit any vows of love, she was here to commit the very opposite. She was here to commit vows of hate.
He was crouching on the very rafters of an old cathedral. His thoughts solely focused on what was going to transpire before him. Azack was already on his way to this place, and he found himself sweat just a little more. This was not a place for the weak to be at, at all. Sheesh now he regrets telling Aura all those stories of how brave he had been doing acts of heroism within the Isle Of Wind. She had only commented back about a certain connection between people with a huge ego, as to how they had a little… He shook his head, ‘thanks a lot Aura!’ He kept still as could be, darts at the ready now as he saw two key figures walk into the scene. One a woman dressed in a black robe, another a towering man with armor that seemed to shine but the feel was defiantly anything but divine. He knew the man in the armor was Agress, and through the stories he heard about this man, he had to be extremely careful. So he waited, his eyes lingering on the couple before him wondering maybe Agress wasn’t as dangerous as told. He moved slightly forward and began to creep slowly afterwards. He wondered now, ‘what if I could end this war here and now… What if I can assassinate Agress and get this over with…’ yet with each slow step he heard the ruckus coming towards the entrance of the cathedral. That was when Rush knew it was now or never…
The twin wooden doors that seemed more like ancient gates, shattered like a mirror being struck by a boulder. Splinters and pieces of wood landed all around the proximity, as in came stepping a huge, towering, intimidating man with the body of a god. His body showed signs of little bruises, yet nothing compared to a huge scar running across his right bicep. And as he stepped forward, each footstep that made contact with the land created a mini quake shaking even the entirety of the sanctuary. Suddenly the huge man stopped, and from behind him came a voice of a female. “Seriously Braze!? Wasn’t it better to wait for us rather than going and making a scene? What if you get killed!?” The monster known as Braze frowned and scratched his head, “Sorry Aura… Guess that’s why Destiny told me to always stay near Azack huh?” The woman named Aura sighed softly and then her blue ocean depth eyes locked on Agress and Idola. Quickly she rushed forward and with a palm outstretched in their direction began to chant. Damn she had been slow to notice it but Agress had already begun to make the first move.
He was thrown back a little with the sudden explosion of wooden debris, yet he was quick to come back to his senses. Whatever that monster was that entered the sanctuary he had to take care of it fast. Yelling to Idola he rushed to the side in the direction of Braze. Idola looked back at him and quickly understood. She placed both hands seemingly in a prayer and she herself began to chant in a language only her people knew. Symbols of an ancient lore appeared in a circular diameter around Idola as she began to glow a bright white. Soon as Agress closed in on the unsuspecting Braze, he saw from the corner of his eye Aura about to reach him. But he knew he would reach Braze first, and he could feel the kill coming on. That was when something crashed into his side, something furry. He was hit so hard he skidded for a moment on the ground and then quickly got back to his feet. He locked eyes at what had hit him and saw now Braze being guarded by a jaguar with its incisors showing off in a low deep growl.
The moment didn’t last long as Braze now began to move towards Agress. He was thankful Aura had saved him but that only made him the more angrier. He didn’t want to be a drag on the movement, so now he would take things into his own hands. The jaguar quickly sped off towards Idola, who the whole time had been chanting, and prepared to strike her down. It was at that moment Idola yelled out a name of some kind and as quick as it had taken the jaguar to move, the ground beneath its feet suddenly seem to give away. It was like falling into a sand pit, and the more the jaguar moved, the more it began to sink in. It looked quickly towards where Agress and Braze was at to only find Braze now in the same predicament. Damn it! Now she knew she had made a crucial mistake. She forgot that Idola was one of the last inheritors of the magic of Runeology. And suddenly the jaguar stopped fighting and a faint glow of light traced its body. Almost in a blink of an eye the jaguar had now become a giant komodo dragon. Its movement then suddenly getting accustomed to the sand type trap she was in began to move out. She needed to help Braze and fast.
Idola narrowed her eyes and then clenched her fists. “I don’t think so.” With those words the sand trap she had spawned for the animal shape shifter known as Aura created lines of sand rope that enrolled her and began to drag her back into the trap. She smiled as she saw the fight was coming to an end, for on the other side of the setting Agress had already began to create his own magic standing over the now drowning Braze. She knew once he casted those balls of implosions from his palms whatever it made contact with would be forsaken into the void of nothingness.
“I do…” A response that was quick and said with a pair of white teeth smiling as a man seemingly flashed before Idola and stabbed a few darts straight into the side of her hands. Idola screamed in pain and even before the yell was heard Rush already was putting down Aura in her original form onto her own two feet. “Sheesh next time shapshift into something less heavy… Please?” Aura pushed him away and turned and darted towards Braze, she needed to save him now and quick. Yet Agress seemed to have already set his attentions on Idola snarled in fury as he thrusted his hand onto the head of Braze. It was to late, they wouldn’t make it in time at this rate.
Seconds turned into an eternity as Braze felt his body already being squeezed by the sand like particles. He felt his world beginning to black out and even as he struggled he saw the hand slowly descend towards his temple. His eyes widened feeling his life flash before his eyes, but that was when a sudden sonic boom of air crackled before him. Agress was sent flying and everyone seem to freeze. Through a newly created cavern in the side of the wall of the sanctuary in stepped two men. Brothers known by all, and leaders of this sudden war zone. Sorin and Azack stepped in making their way towards Braze. As Azack walked he set the tip of his white glowing sword on the ground seemingly dragging it. Sparks where made by his motion and that’s when the ground where Braze was being engulfed suddenly gave away. The sand like particles started falling away from the huge mammoths’ body, and Sorin helped him up and smiled. “Seems you guys have had your hands full eh?” Azack continued to walk now stopping next to Rush and Aura as he set his eyes on Agress. He was coughing as Idola had gone to him to help him up no less. Azack sighed and spoke out, “Agress… There is no need to fight anymore… Its over…”
- To Be Continued
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