Spark
08-27-2003, 03:36 AM
Fire and Ice
A novel by Saria Lunai (a.k.a. Spark)
The Dreaded Yet Forgotten Day Has Arrived...
Cries of agony and calls of war rang throughout the dark plains. A gray cloud of despair hung over the two armies. The army of the dark one had assembled yet again and was attacking when the lands of the eastern realms had least expected it. A peaceful time had been destroyed yet again. Thousands of humans stood on one side, along with a few elves and dwarves. An army of ghunien swarmed on the other-side. A reckless and hideous race of soul-less beings they were. Their needle-like fangs dripped and their tall, stick-like figures towered above the humans.
Only a couple beams of sunlight peeked out from the dark cloud here and there. The grass of the seemingly endless plain was dry and withered, covered with blood and trampled flat.
The tension between the sides grew as they waited to attack and the ghunien were growing restless and tired of taking orders from the wicked humans that sided with them. Many half-breeds and even a few dark elves were opposing the alliances of the eastern realms, all for one reason: they were being controlled by darkness.
“Ready!” A general from the dark alliance raised his battle-axe in preparation of a charge.
In response a cheer came from the thousands of deceived beings.
“CHARGE!” The words rolled over the plains then general pointed his axe forward.
The dark alliance rushed forward screaming war cries. They flooded down onto the peoples of the eastern realms like a waved of water after a dam had broken. Peoples from the eastern realms also charged forward, the same instant their enemy had broken loose. Swords clashed and warriors fell. Screams of agony and yells of encouragement filled the air.
For hours they fought. Hours soon lasted for days. The days eventually became months. Battles sprung up all over the lands like wildfires during a dry spell. Many fought and lost their lives heroically, and many more were caught and tortured. Even though the eastern realms suffered so, their suffering was not in vain. Little by little they defeated the armies of the dark one. Every wave of evil that was sent became defeated before long. The lust of the evil one was no match for the will of Iuil, or the hunger for freedom of the peoples.
Finally seven months and twenty-two days after the first battle of the war started, the peoples of the eastern realms formed together an army to defend the city of Aegolith, which resided in the land of Finia.
The dark alliances were gathered outside of the city’s large stone walls, awaiting the orders of their leader. Even though they were being defeated, they still had a few tricks up their sleeves.
A large rather burly man walked hastily into a tent in the dark alliance’s camp. He wore a large brown coat and heavy thick black boots. His eyes were dark and cruel as he quickly scanned the other human in the room. He was obviously a half-breed between elf and man.
“You half breed. You’re Kaita are you not?” The man with dark eyes gruffly stated as he glared.
“Yes sir. I was ordered to see a General Tinto?” The half-breed with black hair stated coldly as his eyes quickly shifted to the burly man.
“That would be me. Tell me what you know about project flame?” General Tinto walked toward a small wooden table and sat down. “I heard that nothing has come of it yet.”
“Well sir,” Kaita took a seat across from the General. “We need some elves with knowledge of chanting magic. I cannot proceed any further.”
“Kaita, gather up all the elves or half-breeds in this and surrounding units. We have at least four elven chanters. Dark elven chanters.” General Tinto’s eyebrows lowered into an evil position.
“Yes sir. Right away.” Kaita grinned a most pleasant but disturbing grin. “That will be all?”
“Yes that will be all.” General Tinto muttered gruffly as he stood up and disappeared out the tent door.
The yellowed-eyed Kaita stood up, his ears perked. He enjoyed suffering, and his thirst for blood-shed would soon be quenched. The rather tall half-breed walked proudly out the tent. This was his day, he just knew that something perfect was being put into place.
“Gather all the elven chanters.” He emptily ordered a ghunien standing outside the door.
The ghunien’s long pointy ears twitched and it’s pale skin was covered with blood. Its black round eyes stared in fear at the half-breed that had just given him orders. “Yessss ssssir.” Steam poured from its two holes for a nose as it hissed, and it was off.
Kaita pulled his large brown coat around him tighter. The winter had been cruel to their troops. Many had died from the severe coldness. He walked around for a while, making his rounds for examining the soldiers. He eventually made it to a large clearing that was blocked off by wooden boards and guarded by some rather large muscle-men. Kaita walked past them and stared at a large egg-shaped rock in the middle. The rock was a black color, elven runes written in red covered a small portion of the botton. It sat there, menacingly. So beautiful yet so horrible. Something about the rock made shivers run down Kaita’s spine.
“So magnificent.” He muttered in awe as he drew clo ser, almost as if he were being lured by an enchantment.
“Ssssirs… we have found your elf chanterssss. We hasss him right here with ussss.” The ghunien from before said from behind the wooden boards.
Kaita turned around and saw a young man with silver hair. He had long pointy ears and piercing red eyes. Instead of a brown cloak like most of the humans or elves, he wore a black cape over a gray tunic and black fitted pants.
“Ah my good man. Come here.” Kaita welcomed with a sickening sweet voice.
The man glared in return, but immediately stepped forward, his thick black boots thumping as he did.
“I need you to read this right here for me.” Kaita pointed towards the writing on the rock.
“Beati ni taenu jei. Hitu tie lien tana serila ien toe…” The man kept reading the beautiful ancient language of the Aeli... The Ancients.
All of a sudden, he gasped and stepped back from the rock in horror.
“You must not awaken this…thing!” He yelled at Kaita. “He will… he’s an evil nothing can stop!” His red eyes were terrified.
“But, that’s what we need to end this war is it not?” Kaita expressed amusement and a most mischievous smirk.
“NO! We do not need THAT!” A drop of perspiration fell from his silver hair.
“But we do. A power such as that would be of much use.” Kaita’s eyes narrowed as he walked toward the elf.
“You don’t understa-”
“Sir! The enemy has attacked!” Cries interrupted the nervous elven chanter.
“Young elf. I want you to do as the rock says. Now. Start chanting.” Kaita glared at the elf and pointed toward the rock.
“Y-yes sir.” The elves red eyes dimmed as he stepped next to the rock.
Kaita watched with amusment at the young elf.
The peoples of the eastern realms were attacking on the plains in front of the fortified city. Screams and cries arose. For hours the battle raged on, the eastern realms clearly winning.
Moment by moment, Kaita grew more tense and nervous as he watched the young elf chant. For hours he chanted, his hands raised and facing the rock. The moment their enemy charged into the camp, the rock glowed red. Kaita shivered as the rock glowed a terrible yet magnificent red. The air seemed to be filled with a darker presence than any there had ever felt.
“Sir… I can’t finish. It’ll be terrible.” The young elf looked back at Kaita with worried eyes.
“Finish now scum! We have no time!” Kaita angrily threw his fists in the air.
The elf turned back to the rock, which was still glowing red.
“Eanier… dun ain eatu!” Finished the silver haired elf as he trembled with fear.
The air grew deathly still. All felt it and stopped, shivering at the evil presence they felt. An unnatural silence fell upon every person and thing there. They all were paralyzed with a fear they had never felt before.
Crack.
A beam of red shot out from the cracks that were forming throughout the rock. The rock began melting into lava. Suddenly it burst in a flame of red and orange. A blinding red ball of light shot straight up from the molten rock. It stopped suddenly fifty feet above the armies. Two black demonic wings burst open, causing a rain of fire to fall on the people. Everything was suddenly in flames.
Screams and pleas immediately broke the long silence and everything there began to run in horror. The ball of light shot fireballs at everything. The people and ghunien were running, all aflame.
“Ha! You pathetic fools. You’ve awoken the most powerful being ever. Now, you will pay!” An eerie yet captivating deep voice scoffed from the red light. “Die now!”
A red light enveloped in flame formed into a ball above him. It grew and grew, until it was the size of Aegolith. Screams of terror continued as everyone scrambled, trying to escape the painful fate. The huge red energy ball consumed in flame began to move, slowly at first, but then at almost lightning speed. It crashed into the city of Aegolith with immense force. A flash of light brighter than the sun followed by a bang loud enough to deafen anyone in a five-mile diameter occurred. The whole land went up in a flame of despair and loss.
A novel by Saria Lunai (a.k.a. Spark)
The Dreaded Yet Forgotten Day Has Arrived...
Cries of agony and calls of war rang throughout the dark plains. A gray cloud of despair hung over the two armies. The army of the dark one had assembled yet again and was attacking when the lands of the eastern realms had least expected it. A peaceful time had been destroyed yet again. Thousands of humans stood on one side, along with a few elves and dwarves. An army of ghunien swarmed on the other-side. A reckless and hideous race of soul-less beings they were. Their needle-like fangs dripped and their tall, stick-like figures towered above the humans.
Only a couple beams of sunlight peeked out from the dark cloud here and there. The grass of the seemingly endless plain was dry and withered, covered with blood and trampled flat.
The tension between the sides grew as they waited to attack and the ghunien were growing restless and tired of taking orders from the wicked humans that sided with them. Many half-breeds and even a few dark elves were opposing the alliances of the eastern realms, all for one reason: they were being controlled by darkness.
“Ready!” A general from the dark alliance raised his battle-axe in preparation of a charge.
In response a cheer came from the thousands of deceived beings.
“CHARGE!” The words rolled over the plains then general pointed his axe forward.
The dark alliance rushed forward screaming war cries. They flooded down onto the peoples of the eastern realms like a waved of water after a dam had broken. Peoples from the eastern realms also charged forward, the same instant their enemy had broken loose. Swords clashed and warriors fell. Screams of agony and yells of encouragement filled the air.
For hours they fought. Hours soon lasted for days. The days eventually became months. Battles sprung up all over the lands like wildfires during a dry spell. Many fought and lost their lives heroically, and many more were caught and tortured. Even though the eastern realms suffered so, their suffering was not in vain. Little by little they defeated the armies of the dark one. Every wave of evil that was sent became defeated before long. The lust of the evil one was no match for the will of Iuil, or the hunger for freedom of the peoples.
Finally seven months and twenty-two days after the first battle of the war started, the peoples of the eastern realms formed together an army to defend the city of Aegolith, which resided in the land of Finia.
The dark alliances were gathered outside of the city’s large stone walls, awaiting the orders of their leader. Even though they were being defeated, they still had a few tricks up their sleeves.
A large rather burly man walked hastily into a tent in the dark alliance’s camp. He wore a large brown coat and heavy thick black boots. His eyes were dark and cruel as he quickly scanned the other human in the room. He was obviously a half-breed between elf and man.
“You half breed. You’re Kaita are you not?” The man with dark eyes gruffly stated as he glared.
“Yes sir. I was ordered to see a General Tinto?” The half-breed with black hair stated coldly as his eyes quickly shifted to the burly man.
“That would be me. Tell me what you know about project flame?” General Tinto walked toward a small wooden table and sat down. “I heard that nothing has come of it yet.”
“Well sir,” Kaita took a seat across from the General. “We need some elves with knowledge of chanting magic. I cannot proceed any further.”
“Kaita, gather up all the elves or half-breeds in this and surrounding units. We have at least four elven chanters. Dark elven chanters.” General Tinto’s eyebrows lowered into an evil position.
“Yes sir. Right away.” Kaita grinned a most pleasant but disturbing grin. “That will be all?”
“Yes that will be all.” General Tinto muttered gruffly as he stood up and disappeared out the tent door.
The yellowed-eyed Kaita stood up, his ears perked. He enjoyed suffering, and his thirst for blood-shed would soon be quenched. The rather tall half-breed walked proudly out the tent. This was his day, he just knew that something perfect was being put into place.
“Gather all the elven chanters.” He emptily ordered a ghunien standing outside the door.
The ghunien’s long pointy ears twitched and it’s pale skin was covered with blood. Its black round eyes stared in fear at the half-breed that had just given him orders. “Yessss ssssir.” Steam poured from its two holes for a nose as it hissed, and it was off.
Kaita pulled his large brown coat around him tighter. The winter had been cruel to their troops. Many had died from the severe coldness. He walked around for a while, making his rounds for examining the soldiers. He eventually made it to a large clearing that was blocked off by wooden boards and guarded by some rather large muscle-men. Kaita walked past them and stared at a large egg-shaped rock in the middle. The rock was a black color, elven runes written in red covered a small portion of the botton. It sat there, menacingly. So beautiful yet so horrible. Something about the rock made shivers run down Kaita’s spine.
“So magnificent.” He muttered in awe as he drew clo ser, almost as if he were being lured by an enchantment.
“Ssssirs… we have found your elf chanterssss. We hasss him right here with ussss.” The ghunien from before said from behind the wooden boards.
Kaita turned around and saw a young man with silver hair. He had long pointy ears and piercing red eyes. Instead of a brown cloak like most of the humans or elves, he wore a black cape over a gray tunic and black fitted pants.
“Ah my good man. Come here.” Kaita welcomed with a sickening sweet voice.
The man glared in return, but immediately stepped forward, his thick black boots thumping as he did.
“I need you to read this right here for me.” Kaita pointed towards the writing on the rock.
“Beati ni taenu jei. Hitu tie lien tana serila ien toe…” The man kept reading the beautiful ancient language of the Aeli... The Ancients.
All of a sudden, he gasped and stepped back from the rock in horror.
“You must not awaken this…thing!” He yelled at Kaita. “He will… he’s an evil nothing can stop!” His red eyes were terrified.
“But, that’s what we need to end this war is it not?” Kaita expressed amusement and a most mischievous smirk.
“NO! We do not need THAT!” A drop of perspiration fell from his silver hair.
“But we do. A power such as that would be of much use.” Kaita’s eyes narrowed as he walked toward the elf.
“You don’t understa-”
“Sir! The enemy has attacked!” Cries interrupted the nervous elven chanter.
“Young elf. I want you to do as the rock says. Now. Start chanting.” Kaita glared at the elf and pointed toward the rock.
“Y-yes sir.” The elves red eyes dimmed as he stepped next to the rock.
Kaita watched with amusment at the young elf.
The peoples of the eastern realms were attacking on the plains in front of the fortified city. Screams and cries arose. For hours the battle raged on, the eastern realms clearly winning.
Moment by moment, Kaita grew more tense and nervous as he watched the young elf chant. For hours he chanted, his hands raised and facing the rock. The moment their enemy charged into the camp, the rock glowed red. Kaita shivered as the rock glowed a terrible yet magnificent red. The air seemed to be filled with a darker presence than any there had ever felt.
“Sir… I can’t finish. It’ll be terrible.” The young elf looked back at Kaita with worried eyes.
“Finish now scum! We have no time!” Kaita angrily threw his fists in the air.
The elf turned back to the rock, which was still glowing red.
“Eanier… dun ain eatu!” Finished the silver haired elf as he trembled with fear.
The air grew deathly still. All felt it and stopped, shivering at the evil presence they felt. An unnatural silence fell upon every person and thing there. They all were paralyzed with a fear they had never felt before.
Crack.
A beam of red shot out from the cracks that were forming throughout the rock. The rock began melting into lava. Suddenly it burst in a flame of red and orange. A blinding red ball of light shot straight up from the molten rock. It stopped suddenly fifty feet above the armies. Two black demonic wings burst open, causing a rain of fire to fall on the people. Everything was suddenly in flames.
Screams and pleas immediately broke the long silence and everything there began to run in horror. The ball of light shot fireballs at everything. The people and ghunien were running, all aflame.
“Ha! You pathetic fools. You’ve awoken the most powerful being ever. Now, you will pay!” An eerie yet captivating deep voice scoffed from the red light. “Die now!”
A red light enveloped in flame formed into a ball above him. It grew and grew, until it was the size of Aegolith. Screams of terror continued as everyone scrambled, trying to escape the painful fate. The huge red energy ball consumed in flame began to move, slowly at first, but then at almost lightning speed. It crashed into the city of Aegolith with immense force. A flash of light brighter than the sun followed by a bang loud enough to deafen anyone in a five-mile diameter occurred. The whole land went up in a flame of despair and loss.