False Assumptions
“Spell
Master,” Sparow’s words were filled with venom.
Standing
in front of the brothers, Silver and Sparow was there own grandfather
resurrected from the dead by the evil Raven. Spell Master looked no different
from last time Silver saw him, the mighty wizard wore a simple black robe, his
long gray hair, and long gray beard hid any emotion on his face. Like before an
open thick book floating in front of Spell Master.
“Sapphire,
take Ruby, and get out of here, while you can,” Silver said concerned about the
injured wife of Sparow who was struck down by a lightning bolt by Spell Master.
“But,”
Sapphire ejected.
“Go,”
Silver ordered, it was the first time he ever ordered his wife.
Sapphire
did not stay around to argue any more, instead she slowly dragged her sister
Ruby to safety. Once they were out of harms way Silver spoke again.
“But we destroyed the spell
book,” Silver said, recalling the battle where his father Shade took on Spell
Master, eventually destroying the magic spell book that gave Spell Master his
power.
“You
didn’t think you could take my puppet away from me so easily,” Raven question
as Spell Master joined him by his side, like a loyal pet dog, “You forget,
Spell Master owned three magically books, you only destroyed one of them books,
if you want to return your grand father to the cold, grimy, cemetery from which
he came you have to destroy all the books.”
“I will
not allow you to control my grandfather,” Silver voice starting to rise, and
his anger increased, “Come on brother, we will take out the second book of
Spell Master’s by ourselves.”
“No,”
Sparow said blankly.
“No?”
Silver was left confused, and slightly upset at his stubborn half brother,
“This is no time to be stubborn; we have to work together, if we hope to defeat
Spell Master.”
“No,”
Sparow repeated. “I have a score to settle with Raven.”
Raven
laughed, “You should listen to your brother. At least Spell Master will give
you a quick death. If you take me on I promise you your death will be a slow
and very painful one.”
“Sparow,”
Silver tried to plead with his brother.
“You
always wanted to be a hero Silver, now’s your time to shine, defeat the all
powerful Spell master by yourself and I’m sure you will be famous,” Sparow said
as he walked away from Silver.
“But… I
guess I have no choice.”
Honestly
Sparow doubt his brother could take out Spell Master by himself, he just hoped
Silver could keep Spell Master long enough to keep out of his fight. If things
went good Silver might even wear down Spell Master enough for Sparow to pick up
the kill once he finished with Raven.
Raven
walked away from Spell Master to meet Sparow in a clearing far enough away from
Spell Master and Silver so they have their own room to battle. “You couldn’t
even scratch me last time we fought, what makes you think you can do any better
this time?”
“I learn
some new tricks, since last time we fought,” Sparow drew his sword.
“Well
let’s see these new ‘tricks’ of yours,” Raven coldly stared down Sparow, trying
to break his nerve, “That’s if you got the guts to use that play toy of yours.”
“I show
you how much guts I have,” Sparow charged Raven, with a fierce fire in his
eyes.
Like
last time they fought Raven did not draw his sword, he blocked every blow of
Sparow’s sword with his own metal claws. However Raven did not stay on the
defensive for long, with one slice of his claw he tore at Sparow midsection,
reveling the bandage up ribs of Sparow, and creating a new large bloody gash.
“Now I
see why your wife was so upset at me,” Raven said as he wiped his claws clean
with his tongue, “Looks like you have never fully recovered from last time I
used my claw on you.”
“I may
be injured, but I can still beat you,” Sparow retreated away from the deadly
claws of Raven, “Ice-fire!”
Raven almost
looked disappointed as he bated away the magic attack of Sparow like it was a
pesky fly. “Same old strategies as always. You disappoint me brother. Now I
will show you something new I have learned from Spell Master’s books.”
Raven
pointed two of his metal claw fingers at Sparow, producing a thin lightning
bolt that streaked towards Sparow. The blast was too quick for Sparow to dodge,
the lightning hit Sparow in the chest, sending shock waves through his whole
body. As Sparow struggled to stay conscious he wondered if it was wise to take
on Raven.
Silver
stared at his opponent, a man who once read bedtime stories to him when he was
just a wee little kid. Now the same man was standing in front of him, with an
order to kill him. But no, this wasn’t the same man that used to give Silver
piggyback rides when he was little; this was an empty shell of that man. This
man did not belong here, this man deserved to be resting in peace, and Silver
was determined to give that to the man he used to call Grand-pa.
“Grand
father, I will help you rest in peace,” Silver said with determination, “Twin
Dragons!”
Silver
raised his fist high into the air, producing his trademark attack, a twin set
of snake like blue fire dragons. The dragoons roared a death roar as they charged
towards their prey, the wizard Spell Master.
Spell
Master remained motionless, as his books quickly flipped its pages before
stopping, producing a large tidal wave. The tidal wave easily distinguishes the
twin fire dragons, and left Silver running for cover.
“This is
no good,” Silver said to himself, “Its impossible to beat him using magic. I
need some kind of distraction. “
Spell
Master started to slowly walk towards Silver position, his face showed no
emotions, but Silver had a feeling he was getting closer for the final attack.
“Think,
think, think,” Silver scolded himself, desperately trying to come up with a
plan, “Oh yeah, stupid me! Blue Flare!”
In his
panic Silver almost forgot about his second trademark attack, a blind blue
light he could produce from his right hand, perfect for blinding and
distracting in situation like this. Silver charged in, hoping to destroy the
magic book of Spell master while he was blinding. He got within striking
distance of Spell Master’s book when a bright flash of light blinded him.
Silver
cursed himself, falling prey to his own attack, as his vision slowly returned
he could only hope his attack bought him enough time. It was only a matter of
second before Silver’s vision did return and he found out the grim truth, his
attack had failed, directly above him were Spell Master’s book, and a huge
fireball at the tip of the book ready to strike Silver dead.
“Father,
I’m sorry, I’m not as strong as you,” Silver whispered to himself.
“Look at
that,” Raven pointed towards Spell Master who was directly above Silver, ready
to finish him off with a huge fireball, “I think I allow you to watch your
brothers death before I finish you off.”
“I don’t
care if he lives or dies,” Sparow struggled to get back on his feet, “It’s your
death that matters to me. Ice-Dragons!”
Sparow
raised his fist high into the air, producing twin snake like dragons made up of
his unique ice fire magic. Just like silver’s dragons, the dragons roared as
they charged towards Raven.
“Are you
so desperate you have to steal your brother’s techniques now? Well it won’t
help you,” As the first of the two dragons neared Raven; he unsheathed his
giant sword from his back, and sliced the dragon into two.
Raven
waited patiently for the second dragon to come near. The second dragon abruptly
stopped right in front of Raven before he could slice it, and slowly rose into
the air.
Raven
laughed, “Look at that, even your own magic spells are afraid of me.”
“Not
quite,” Sparow said blankly.
The
second dragon was now high above Raven when it opened it mouth and sent a
flurry of ice-fireballs raining down towards Raven. The unexpected attack
caught Raven off guard, all he could do is fold his large bat wings in font of
him to protect him from the onslaught, but it wasn’t enough, the ice-fire froze
Raven in place.
“Now to
deal with Spell Master,” Sparow said turning his attention back towards Silver
and Spell Master.
Silver
waited patiently for his end to come, but it never arrived.
“Why do
you hesitate?” Silver questioned as he stared up at the face of his once loving
grandfather.
That was
when Silver saw it, just a brief hint of a tear, sliding down Spell Master
check. Destroying the first magical book must have caused Raven to lose some
control over Spell Master. Spell Master must have remember who Silver was and
could not finish the job Raven ordered.
“I’m
sorry,” Silver said as he stared into the eyes of his grandfather.
Silver
reached behind him and withdrew a hidden dagger; his father gave him right before
he left him again. With a quick flick of the wrist Silver used the hidden
Dagger to slice through Spell Masters book, destroying it.
Spell
Master screamed in pain, and backed away from Silver, into the shadows, before
eventually disappearing into the same shadows.
“It’s
over,” Silver said silently.
“Hey
isn’t that mine,” Sparow yelled as he limped his way towards Silver.
Silver
looked at his own hand, at the hidden dagger, “Oh yes, I’m sorry it is. Father
gave it to me to give to you, he was afraid you might try to kill him again if
he gave it to your personally, but I decided to hold onto it, I Figured it
might come in handy.”
Sparow
paused for a moment, obviously trying to think of what to say next, “Forget it,
you can have it, I don’t need that ace in the hole anymore anyways.”
“Oh yeah
I couldn’t help by overhearing, Ice Dragons was it, sounds awfully familiar
don’t you think?” Silver laughed, “Well you beat Raven that’s all that matters,
good job.”
“Yeah
you too…” Sparow paused, “I thought for sure you were a dead man.”
They
both shared a laugh before hearing the distant sound of cracking ice. They
turned towards Raven who had already broken free off his ice.
“Oh boy,
the Yvaiens were right about you,” Raven said as he stretched.
“Yvaiens?”
Silver questioned the strange alien name.
“I’m
surprised you forgot so soon,” Raven cracked his neck, “considering your father
won the last tournament. The Yvaiens are the creators of the Tournament of
Champions. This year the Yvaiens wanted even tough competition, to make it more
enjoyable, so they paid me to recruit some talent for the tournament. And they
think you two will be top contenders.”
“Why
should we join?” Silver questioned.
“You
want to be a famous hero don’t you? I’m sure if you won the tournament you fame
will skyrocket, and all criminals will fear the name of Silver, like the once
feared your fathers name.”
“I guess
you got a point,” Silver admitted to himself.
“What
about me? I don’t care about fame?” Sparow questioned.
“Well
lets see beside the obvious that you may get the pleasure of beating me when I’m
taking your seriously,” Raven smiled, an evil, sinister smile. “I heard that
your mother, and New Samurai are going to be there, and who knows who else.
Just think you chance to get revenge on all who treated you badly.”
“Ok you
got me, I’m in,” Sparow said eagerly.
“Great
the competition is in two weeks, I hope you use the time wisely to train,”
Raven started to walk away, “You are going to need it.”
“Finally
my chance to be a great hero just like my father,” Silver said with great anticipation.
“Not if I
win the tournament,” Sparow said cockily.
“I beat
you once, I can do it again” Silver smiled.
“Oh yeah
try it,” Sparow drew his sword.
Silver
did the same.
The
brother spent most of the rest of the day and the most of the remaining two
weeks training for the tournament. Two Weeks has passed, thirty-two fighters
will step into the arena to do battle, and only one will emerge champion. Will
it be Sparow, Silver, Raven, or someone completely different?
