Blackmoon Trilogy: Part II, Thine Heal Thyself
It has finally happened in lore. The evils have settled their scores. The blood and victom's have been slain. So that evil would win this day.
Those were the thoughts I had heard from one of darkness called Kemsurb. He described each detail each and every swing and kill.
Never did I realize in the wrong hands that Shakara could bring about so much misery. Here is how it happened.
I had been walking along a trail-blazed road that was well worn and broken in small places due to all the traffic that was precieved upon it.
I was stopped by a running messenger. The messenger's message held tightly a arrow deeply embeded into his back.
I read the message.
"For you fools who wish to seek out the destructive darkness that will rip your souls to shreds go to machabal caverns
and wait precisely five minutes from your arrival."
A small band of hirelings accompanied me upon that short journey to the hillside dank and damp and misty was the
cavern surface. misty and black. The hirelings were in this order.
2 dwarven war-generals with torches.
1 elven archer.
1 werewolf.
1 holy healer and finally
1 elven mage.
The smell of blood layed richly in the air. as if it had lasted for decades here.
The archer placed in one arrow of flames preparing to fire it into the cavern.
I waved him to halt and we all entered the cavern.
Five minutes passed in success and that's when doom struck us from above.
There in clouds as thick as night frenzied bat's attacked us with no end in sight.
The elven archer and dwarves fought as one but all three of them fell dead and ripped and torn.
The werewolf howled a sickening cry as it's head cracked into a mountain wall on the side.
The mage that was with us fell to his knees. A moment later he died on those knees. His eyes ripped out of their
sockets bare. two bats holding the eyeballs in their claws with blood dripping from their jaws.
I swung shakara around in the air and suddenly the bats flew away deep into the cavern and that's where they stayed.
The healer was holding a cross in her arms....praying to her lord of the stars.
A hideious laugh shot out from behind. I spun around the healer at my side.
There stood he with eye's as white as the light of day. His hands were that of the talons of sharpest puncture's I'd ever
dare to see. His lips were purple...a hideous purple that would shake the foundations of a living turtle.
He stood at eleven feet tall and he had wings of the blackest night.
I unsheathed shakara and swung for his waist.
The entity laughed and dodged away.
"Foolish child!" he shouted with terrible glee.
"Did you truly think you could defeat me?"
I Swung again and as shakara slammed into his chest he threw me away like an old empty nest.
I landed with head upon floor. Shakara and he. the demon left through the cavern the rain begining to pour.
"No!" I screamed "No shakara, my sword!"
I screamed out loud when the fire burned at my eyes.
"Lay still!" The healer said as she placed a hand to my eyes. "Lay still and let me help before that spell destroys your
eyes!"
I did indeed lay still and waited for a while before rising to my feet. When the healing was done and everything said. we
went our seperate ways. I stopped just once.....to whisper a thank you into the wind.
And there my friends you find
me.
As In my mind I see that terrible grin.
Those hideous black teeth that gleamed as black as death. The feel of those claws around my neck that made it seem
as if my heart would stop.
You were there dear fellows dear friends...that evil never seems to end. And so I find myself on this road...walking it
very slow. I look again for shakara's gleam. The evil has spread as you can see. Body's in tavern's dead and cold as
night. A window shattered in the middle spot to show where darkness had come in to kill a lot.
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