I turned slightly to the right, easily dodging the demon's attack. I grabbed his sword with my hand which was wrapped with a black cloth for no other reason other than the fact that I liked it that way. But after this battle, the cloth would be nothing but a scrap of bloody and tattered material.
I moved out of the way just in time as a headless Demon was falling back my direction. There was no time for me to acknowledge the killer of the Demon for I felt an attack headed my direction. A very strong attack. With great strength I half-turned and clashed my sword with the attacking enemy's sword. This Demon's sword should not have been able to withstand the force of my attack. This Demon's sword should have been in pieces on the ground that was covered with the blood of both Demons and Dark Angels. But this Demon's sword was no where near shattered. His sword was still against mine, blocking my attack and forming an X with mine. I lifted my eyes to look at the face of the creature that possessed such strength. I looked up to see the face of the Demon that could withstand the strength of my blade. My blade.
His eyes of onyx were fixated intensely on my eyes. The fine, thin, dark lines of his eyebrows were furrowed at the intensity of his gaze. His body was in the same stance as mine. This Demon. There was something about him. Something different from the others that I have battled with. From the look on his face, I could tell that he was thinking the same of me. But time did not wait for us to just stand there and drink in the details of each other. There was another attack coming from behind me. I removed my sword from the Demon's sword and turned around quickly to behead the new attacker. After the now headless attacker had sunk down to the ground, I turned around to look at the strange Demon's face once more. But he was not there. He was gone.
I stood on the battlefield along with the other Dark Angels, looking at all the dead immortals around me. All the Dark Angels killed by the Demons. All the Demons killed by my people. Killed by me. The Dark Angles had managed to win this battle. We are victorious this time. But there is bound to be other battles between the Dark Angels and the Demons. I know that the Dark Angels will be defeated in some of the upcoming battles. But I will make it my point of duty to make sure that the Dark Angels win the ultimate battle. I will make it my point of duty that we regain our land that was founded by the Great Genesis.
"We are victorious" I smiled at Aeralan. She smiled in return. But I could see through her smile into the harsh reality that our victory was temporary. The Demons are very powerful creatures. They hate us as much as we hate them. I know that they will not take their defeat likely. I know that they will strike again.
"Saphira," Aeralan's soft voice broke my trail of thoughts. "We must go back into our Realm. The other Dark Ones are receding. Your father will not be happy if he gets back before you."
"Yes, Aeralan, you are right. We must go."
I looked over at Aeralan when I heard the sound of palm rubbing against arm. Yes, I have come to know what it sounds like. Whenever I hear that sound, I know that Aeralan is thinking. And whatever that thought is, it is troubling her.
"What troubles you, Aeralan" I smiled at her.
"I am fine."
"You know that lying is not one of your strongest abilities, companion" I lightly patted her shoulder.
"It does not hurt to try, Princess," Aeralan sighed. There was a moment of silence between Aeralan and me. "When is this battle going to be over, Saphira? When are we going to win back our land? I am tired of fighting. I am tired of waking up to the devastating news of another life taken."
"You must endure, Aeralan. This will all be over soon. We will win our land. I will do everything in my power to make sure that we win back our land."
Poor Aeralan. I understand the pain she is feeling. This war between the Demons and the Dark Angels has been going on for far too long. Those bloody Demons! Why don't they just give up the land that is rightfully ours? Why do they prove to be so stubborn? Thinking of those creatures provokes me so much.
After some time of walking on the barren terrain of the Middle Realm with Aeralan, I began to see the peak of the castle. In a little while, Aeralan and I were approaching the entrance to the castle. As expected, there were no guards on the outside of the castle, protecting it. There are never any guards on the outside after a battle. They are all gathered in the Central Quarter, listening to my father's victory speech. Oh no! This means that my father has already gotten here.
"I know Aeralan. We must run." With that, I grabbed Aeralan's hand and we both began to run to the large doors that led to the inside of the castle. Upon arriving, I pushed the great doors with little effort and continued to run past the many chambers and turn into the different corridors to get to the Main Quarter. All the while I was dragging Aeralan behind me.
Aeralan and I halted when we reached our destination. We stood in front of the high, oak doors that led to the Main Quarters. I should have been hearing my father's deep, loud voice. But all I heard was the noise of over a hundred dark angels speaking at once. This could only mean that the speech was over. I have missed it yet again. And Aeralan was going to face my father's wrath also… yet again.
"For the love of Thaenen…" Aeralan began one of her extensive swears. But she immediately kept quiet when she saw the immortal she was swearing at. It was Draynon, the man that Aeralan had always admired. His father is a very close friend to my father. Aeralan spends precious time endlessly telling me of Draynon's handsome face and nicely sculpted body.
"I am fine, Draynon. Thank you for your concern." Aeralan smiled nervously at Draynon. She always become like this whenever she is around him. She becomes very self conscious.
"My Princess, forgive me. I did not see you" Draynon bowed his head.
I left Draynon and Aeralan before they could object to my leaving them alone. They need some time alone. It is obvious that they have feelings for each other. And I have a troubled mind that needs to be eased. That demon. The one that I could not overpower. Who is he? And why does he stand out so much?