Forever Demon Two

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Garenth is out to find a missing loved one. As he comes to a village over run by King Valtren's army, he finds out for himself he may be going a little insane.

Submitted: February 08, 2008

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Forever Demon Two

Payton Smith

 

Authors Note: This one may not be as good as the first, but it is more of a lead into a novel. I hope you enjoy this.

 
Garenth walked into a small village recently raided by a party of Cloud Knights. Bodies were piled up and close to being burnt. The top of the straw huts were set aflame with anger. A Cloud Knight stopped Garenth from walking into the village by putting his hand on his shoulder and his other hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist. Garenth grabbed the knight’s arm and unsheathed his sword.
 
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, peasant,” the Cloud Knight grumbled through his helmet. “By the new King, Lord Valtren, we ordered to let no one in this village or they shall be punished with death. So I suggest that you leave before I have your head rolling upon the ground and your body be burnt with the rest of them.”
 
“Lord Valtren, the old captain of the Shadow Knights, what a pompous fool,” Garenth said, “but I’m afraid to tell you that it will be your body stacked in that pile with a flame. There are a few things I need from here.”
 
Garenth brought his sword up and impaled the knight square in the chest. He kicked the metal coffin armor to the ground and looked around; two Cloud Knights had just witnessed this act and pulled free their weapons. One held a silver trident and the other a two-handed sword. Then the knights came charging towards Garenth who held his sword up and bent both of his knees. Lunging forward Garenth’s blade came slashing into the metal of the knights’ armor. Both stopped and fell to the ground in a heap of clashing metal.
 
Looking for a captain in the ranks of Cloud Knights, Garenth sheathed his sword and drew the one upon his back. The inscriptions on the side of the flat tipped blade glimmered red with a thirst for vengeance. A Shadow Knight was standing near two Cloud Knights; he was wearing a blue cape which signified him as a captain among others. No doubt it was the new King Valtren that assigned a Shadow Knight to be captain over Cloud Knights. The two are so much different in personality, fighting style, and even the weapons they used. For a Shadow to command could lead to a large disaster in which Garenth planned to start.
 
Garenth walked up to the knights who all had their back turned and grabbed the Shadow Knight by the shoulder and pulled him back. None of the Cloud Knights noticed this, even the two next to him; they probably thought that he was being pulled back by a watchman to show him something. The knights were all watching as they began to burn the pile of dead.
 
The Shadow Knight turned round and drew a knife with his left hand. The knife was much like Garenth’s sword in that it had inscriptions along the edge. The knight had a chuckle from under his helmet and lifted his right hand. He removed his helmet to reveal a face that Garenth had known from a long time ago. His name was Fathatran, an amazing man and fighter in which Garenth had done many missions and battles with at his side. The fighting style he used was much different than an average Shadow; he used the same magic bases as all Shadow Knights, but he had a sword technique that Garenth had never seen. They had taught each other much, yet Garenth couldn’t think like this it would stop him from his objective.
 
“Garenth, it has been quiet a long time my old pal,” Fathatran said and smiled. “I heard it was you that assassinated King Duvora; I knew it was coming to the old fool one of these days. Now King Valtren will lead this kingdom to greatness. If I am thinking right, I know why you’re here.”
 
“And what is that you’re thinking?” Garenth asked.
 
“I have heard rumor that you were allied with the Jasper Kingdom and you are an assassin for them,” Fathatran said, “but I know why you’re really here. Your anger was always out of check, after you were forced to kill your mother, father, and wife you couldn’t take it for very long. It gets to the best of us for the sacrifice we make to be the greatest fighters the world has seen. Garenth, it is necessary if not you would be held back.”
 
“She is still alive,” Garenth said. “Tell me where she is and I will let you live to see the sun set tonight, if you don’t I will turn all of these knights and yourself into wolf scraps.”
 
“I don’t know where she is, Garenth,” Fathatran said. “From what I know she is dead and buried with the rest of your family.”
 
Blood trickled down from the corner of Fathatran’s mouth after his speech as the Garenth’s blade cut through his stomach. Garenth freed the blade and kicked the body into a Cloud Knight. The knight stumbled and fell into a few more causing them to fall or get knocked off balance. Everyone turned and faced Garenth with hand upon their respective weapons.
 
The sleek sound of blades being drawn from metal sheaths rang in that air and the metal boots clashed with the gravel road as they walked closer to Garenth. Taking in a deep breathe through his nose, Garenth cut his hand on the edge of his blade and ran the blood along the flat of the blade. He looked up at the knights and taking in another deep breathe his eyes switched from blue to red. In a flash he was gone and bodies began to fall upon the ground.
 
“It’s inhuman!” yelled a Cloud Knight as he fell to join his comrades.
 
After half a minute only one Cloud Knight stood and Garenth stood in front of him. The knight shaking dropped his sword and fell to his knees begging for his life. Garenth walked closer to him and held his sword up to his neck.
 
“You must know,” Garenth said his eyes still in rage. “Just tell me where she is!”
 
“You’re crazy, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Cloud Knight said.
 
The Knight had said his last words as he soon fell in a heap with the other soulless suits of armor.
 
“I will find her,” Garenth said to himself. “I’ll find my Daughter. Sno.”
 
A tear ran from his right eye and he sheathed his sword looking for any sign of more knights in the area.


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