Child of Power
I know my time on this earth is drawing to
a near, and I know what I hold must be told.
The story that I will write here is true,
even if it seems far-fetched. I write the
story now, cause I’m going to die soon. My
name is Volrod, and I write this cause the
world should know about the real "Children
of Power1". The "Children of Power1"
are nothing more than mans attempt to create
a mortal god. Both sides spawn a child at
the same time with opposite powers; the two
meet and then fuse, creating a mortal god.
I know this because I am that mortal god.
I have also discovered that it is too much
power for a mortal body to hold, that is
why I’m dieing. I should start at the beginning,
so you know how this whole mess started.
It was about let me think, twenty so years
ago when I was born. I used to remember that
day as if it was yesterday, but now I can
hardly remember how long ago it was. How
sad it is that my mind can’t remember one
important fact, but it can retain this story
in its entirety. I was born in the small
mountain school of the Psionicly gifted,
above the town of Wissenburg. My birth was
marked by terrible earth quakes and a fire
that burned nearly half town. That is how
the Psionic scholars knew that I was the
"Child of Power1". At the time
of my birth, it was hailed as the great coming.
I was taken from my home as my parents slept,
so I could be properly trained. That was
what they told me. I was to be the "Psionic
Child of Power1 . I don’t have the time to
write the full legend of the "Children
of Power1" here, but it can be found
easily among any books containing legends.
Lekannt, the headmaster of the school, knew
what the child would bring to himself and
the world. From my crib I held a power far
greater than most students thirty years older
than me. My power’s was great and I held
skills that even Lekannt couldn’t master.
Lekannt oversaw my training personally. He
taught me how to use and control my powers.
Lekannt hoped to make it into the great book
of history, being the one who taught the
"Child of Power1, and maybe escape the
fate that lay before him.
At the age of five, I was found locked in
a deep trace. The whole school came running;
for fear that the "Child of power1"
would die, before he could fulfill his destiny.
When Lekannt arrived he moved to my body
and try and break the trance. When he approached
me he knew something was amiss. The trance
was natural; I brought it on myself. It all
came to Lekannt; I brought myself into the
trance under Psychic surgery. Only I could
break this trance. Lekannt knew that this
move was a dangerous one, my mind could be
corrupted by the new power and my memory
would be erased. This would kill me; I wouldn’t
even remember how to breathe. On the other
hand, if my mind were not corrupted, my powers
would be far greater than they were before.
I was in the trance for three hours, with
the whole school stopped, and watching over
me. Just waiting for me to awake. I awoke,
and the school shuttered at my newfound power.
This was just a tip of the iceberg, at this
point in my life my powers were nothing compared
to what they were going to be. The power
he held now was the most power seen by any
of the teachers in the school. My powers
flowed out of my body, and the students started
to avoid me. I was never told of the "Child
of Power1" legend, but the other students
were. They were told never to tell me about
the legend, for it could interfere with everything.
I continued to develop greater powers. For
the next nine years my training continued.
My powers grew to levels that were unimaginable.
I held more power in my body than was thought
possible. When I turned fourteen Lekannt
knew what was coming, even when I didn’t.
This is when I would leave the school and
set the wheels in motion for the final conflict.
Lekannt called me into his private study,
in witch no one in the school had even been.
This room held the Altar of Tyrael, a sacred
place of worship of the Psionic people. I
was then showed the Great Psionic book. The
book held all the secrets of the Legend,
or at least it was though to hold them all.
Lekannt showed the book to me and read him
the "Child of Power" legend. I
was in shock, "do you actually think
that I’m the ‘Child of Power’? I don’t believe
it; and I never will. It’s not me you are
mistaken" I spoke to Lekannt. Lekannt
"Listen to me. I know you are he, and
I know you won’t let all or us down. Search
your mind. You know deep inside you that
this is it. You know that you are the ‘Child
of Power’. Now close your eyes and search
yourself, it will come to you."
I closed my eyes and when I opened them they
flashed blood red. I became a different person
and I attacked Lekannt. I killed him without
thinking, like a reflex. I then began to
draw in the Psionic part of his brain into
my own, to expand my own power. Lekannt had
a note on his body, "Volrod, if you
are reading this then I’m dead. Please take
this short sword. It was mine when I was
a student here and now it’s yours. Also take
my ring. You will know what to do with it
when the time comes. Please take my diamond
as well, it does me no good. Use the sword
and the diamond to help you fulfill the legend.
Sincerely Lekannt" I did as the letter
instructed. I gathered up the sword, ring
and the diamond and left the room. I secretly
left the school and made my way down to the
town and used what little money I had to
get a room at the inn. I finally managed
to fall asleep, but I awoke during the night
and my eyes were blood red again. I need
more power; I needed to kill again for power.
I crept out the window and stalked though
the town for a few hours. I finally found
a child with a powerful Psionic potential.
I could taste his power. I easily entered
the house and then made my way into the child's
room. Without warning, I killed the child
and began feasting on the child’s power.
The father heard some commotion and made
his way to the room, only to see his son
dead and a dark figure eating his brain.
A look of anger came across the father’s
face and he lunged at me. With a slight hand
gesture the man stopped in mid stride. I
held him in place, with the anger growing
in the father’s eyes. The look had no effect
on me and I continued as if the father was
not even in the room. As I finished, I slowly
lowed my hand and the father came rushing
toward me again. I easy stopped his attacks
and then killed him as well, with out a thought
or a care. I then feed on the father’s power
as well. This was enough to stop the hunger
for now. I gathered my belongings from the
inn and left the town.
I wandered around for the next four years
killing "Masters" and innocent
people for the powers that they held. My
powers growing with every kill. My powers
were now far beyond the grasp of normal people,
and still growing. They grew without bound,
with each new victim I was stronger than
before. Soon after my eighteenth birthday,
a "Master" came after me. He was
not there to fight, only to die. The "Master"
spoke "I know you kill innocents. You
are driven to kill them by a strange hunger
that dwells deep inside you. I can stop the
hunger if you choose. I warn you the price
is high though. From this point on only ‘Masters’
will drive you to kill." I returned
these words: "This hunger can’t be stopped,
now lets get this over. I can sense your
power and its making me hungry." The
"Master" closed his eyes and let
me kill him. As The "Master’s"
powers entered my, my eyes changed back to
their normal brown color. The huger inside
me faded away, the "Master" did
it, and he stopped the hunger. When I took
in the last of his power’s I feel to the
ground a reeled in horror. Images from the
past spiked though my mind. Images of the
faces of my victims and there families. I
now knew what the "Master" meant
when he said the price was steep. When I
used deep powers or powers that I didn’t
use often, the faces and images came to me.
The faces also came to me when I slept at
night. I could see anger and hatred for me
in the faces.
Now I had killed a large number of Psionic
"Masters", they feared me and there
own deaths. The "Masters" refused
to use their powers, for fear that if they
did I would find and kill them. I now spent
a large amount of my time, searching for
the "Masters", I knew that the
"Magic Child of Power" was off
killing "Masters" as well. I was
at a small tavern one evening and a fight
was breaking out. A man by the name of Chris
was getting in over his head and things were
building up quickly. I moved to break the
fight up before it escalated to someone getting
injured. I saved Chris's life by breaking
up the fight that night. We traveled together
and became friends. We soon became "blood
brothers". Chris was my only family.
I had killed Lekannt, the man who I considered
my father. I now played the waiting game
for "Masters" to show themselves.
Chris and I shared tales of our lives, but
I keep all of my past a secret. I didn’t
want Chris to know what I did in my youth.
That all changed when one day a warrior came
before us to gather their help; his name
was Fenix Darkblade. He needed their help
to stop the Burning Legions of Hell from
attacking the mortal plane. The General of
the Army must be killed before the army attacked
any towns. Fenix returned to my cabin in
the woods with mortal wounds covering his
body. He had attacked the general, but he
was pushed back and barely escaped with his
life. I leaped to my feet and moved into
heal Fenix’s wounds before he died from them.
My powers weren’t helping; Fenix’s wounds
weren’t healing. Fenix told me that he was
under the curse of a doom knight and that
his wounds won’t heal until the curse was
lifted or the caster was killed. I knew that
Fenix had to be saved, I could feel it in
my body. Closing my eyes, I placed my hands
over Fenix’s body and drew the curse into
myself. I then quickly healed Fenix before
the curse took a hold of my life-force2.
Fenix’s wounds closed up and I made my way
back to my chair to rest from the healing
and the curse. "Fenix", I said
"my body should destroy the curse".
I hoped the curse was weak enough to be destroyed
by my body. (I can only be hurt by magic
from the king of Avalon, Gods, and the Magic
Child). Fenix thanked him for saving his
life.
Now we two decided that we should tell each
other our stories of the past. I told Fenix
about how I am the "Child of Power"
and what it means. Fenix also held an important
role in life. He was the guardian of the
Fire-Heart Talismans. The army wanted the
talismans to bring about the destruction
of mankind. He is the last member of his
family and he now held all four of the talismans.
Fenix was to guard them from falling into
the hands of evil. Fenix gave one to me "hold
his for the time. It would be better if I
didn’t carry them all around. They need all
four, and they can’t get four if you have
one." I pushed Fenix’s hand back and
shook his head "I’m not worthy for such
a gift, and nor do I deserve it." (I
deemed unworthy of any gift, for the mistakes
I made in the past. I now do well whenever
possible to try and make amends for my sins,
that is why I saves Chris‘s life and Fenix‘s
life) Chris returned to the cabin later that
day, with a few friends. As we discussed
plans to attack the Legions of Hell, I could
feel my body getting weaker by the moment.
I was getting weaker as the curse attacked
my life force. I was so weak by this point
that I could no longer stand, so I sat down.
Fenix noticed that I was getting weaker,
but I didn’t say anything to anyone about
it. Fenix and I talked though a weak telepathic
link, I said "the curse is stronger
than I thought and it has a death grip on
me. Even though I had no wounds, it went
straight for my very essence." He responded
with "I have brought this on you can
I will fix it." With that Fenix rose
and left the cabin quickly. I was so weak
by this point; I was barely able to keep
my head off the table. Chris had no idea
what was going on, so he had no idea how
to help. As I tried to explain to him what
happened though my link with Fenix, he told
me that my curse was about to be lifted.
As the words were spoke, I could feel my
strength returning to me. When all my strength
and powers were back, I teleported to Fenix
and then brought him back to the cabin. As
I brought us both back, I collapsed on the
floor of the cabin. I drained all my powers
in the teleport.
As I lay on the ground, the faces came to
me again and I closed my eyes and shook from
the horror. Fenix and Chris had no idea what
was happening to me. The faces slowly subsided
and I was better now. I stood and regained
my composer, I could no longer hid my past
from them. They were my friends and they
deserved to know the truth about me, the
full truth, not what I though they needed
to know. I told them everything about my
past and me. All the small pieces I choose
to forget. When I was done, I was on the
ground in shame. Fenix spoke to me "we
have all done things that we are not proud
of and that we wish we could undo, but we
can’t. We must live with the past, but do
not let it rule your life. Learn from it
and do not repeat it." Chris said similar
ideas. This picked me up some. I also told
them why I shook in horror. They expressed
sympathy to me, but I didn’t want it. It
was late, so we all decided to retire and
meet again in the morning.
When the sun rose the next day, they regrouped
at a small tavern to further plan. Fenix
didn’t need help, so he left for the time
being. Chris was called back to his homeland
later that same day. I was alone, so I returned
to my small cabin. A few days past and I
read a few books and trained my powers some.
On the fourth day, Fenix arrived and told
me that the general of the Legion was dead,
and the army sent back to Hell. He was safe
for the moment. With the threat of the Legion
gone, I gave him back the Talisman. Fenix
then used a technique I showed him and fussed
all four of the talismans into one, to make
one superior one. We both started to relax,
and share stories of our lives. As we talked,
I felt a strange force entering my mind.
This force was causing me to daydream. I
knew this must be the "Dream Master".
I have been hunting him for years now, because
his powers are thought to be the best of
all the Psionic powers. I could not allow
him to attack me in my dreams for I have
very little dream powers. He would be able
to crush me in a dream attack. I rose from
my chair and told Fenix that "I must
leave and face a part of my destiny".
To which he replied "this is not what
I think it is. Is this the big fight?"
"No, that is not for some time. This
is just a ‘Master’ that I need to take care
of."
"Farewell friend, and take care in the
fight."
"You do the same if I don’t return."
Fenix was now destined to fight Diablo, the
lord of Hell. Another important destiny.
As I left to fight the "Dream Master",
I showed him my short sword and the engraving
of the word "DESTINY" on it. This
is to always remind me of my life.
I traced the Psionic power to its source,
the way I have with all the other "Masters"
I have fought. This was not what I expected.
The "Dream Master" was not there.
In his place, were his loyal bodyguards.
I was not expecting a real fight. I drew
my sword and began to fight them off. My
skills with a sword are not near as good
as my skill with Psionic powers. I had to
try and fight them, because they were shielded
from my powers by the "Dream Master".
After a long fight I managed to kill them
both off, but I as hurt bad. I had several
cuts across my body, and I was in a horrible
condition. The "Dream Master" sensed
this, for it was all part of his plan. He
moved in for the kill on me, in my weakened
state. As we clashed with our Psionic powers,
he found that even with my physical body
weakened, my mind was still as strong as
ever. He knew he was loosing so he vanished
from the battle. This worried me, for it
was not the fist time he did this. Each time
he came back he was stronger than before.
If he were to keep this up, I may not be
able to beat him in the future. I mustered
up my powers and closed my eyes. I drew up
my deep powers and the faces came to me.
I needed to teleport back to the cabin, and
this was the only way I saw that it could
be done. The faces of my past etched into
my very being, burned though mind now. I
popped into the cabin and collapsed onto
the floor. Lucky Fenix was there to help
me up to the bed. I lay down and tried to
focus my powers to try and heal my body,
but this would not happen, all my PSP was
drained, even the ones held by my sword and
diamond. (All which can hold PSP to be used
at a later time)
As I lay helpless in bed, Fenix keep a silent
watch over me. As I drifted off to sleep,
the faces of my victims raced though my mind.
I have never gotten a peaceful night sleep
since my hunger was taken away. When morning
came, some of my PSP had come back, but my
body was still badly wounded. I told Fenix
not to worry, and with that I placed myself
in a complete healing trance3. (After 12
hours of the trance the body is full healed,
all wounds, broken bones, excreta) The trance
went as it should and I awoke 12 hours later.
My body was fully healed, not even scares
remained. Fenix and I then exchanged our
stories as if neither of us had ever died.
He told me that his search for the entrance
for Hell was not going well, and that he
couldn’t find it. I told him how the "Dream
Master" had fought dirty. Over the next
few days I took the time to rest and refill
my sword and my diamond. After about a week
or two, I can’t remember, but I was back
to myself, and up to my full power. Days
had gone by and still no word from Chris.
Soon after I was recovered, a "Master"
showed himself to me. He was a young "Master"
who was out to carve a reputation out of
me. He wanted to be the "Master"
who killed the "Child of Power",
this didn’t happen. I killed him easy a drew
his powers into my own. He may have been
young, but he had a great power. My powers
grew, and they were at a new high.
Fenix and I were sitting in my cabin one-day
and out of the blue, Fenix started to have
terrible daydreams, just as I had before.
The "Dream Master" was attacking
him this time. It turned out that Diablo
and the "Dream Master" had struck
a deal. The "Dream Master" would
distract Fenix so that Diablo would have
an easier kill. Fenix would not allow me
to travel with him, for it was his destiny
to fight Diablo alone. I knew that he would
not stand a chance with both the "Dream
Master" and Diablo against him. So we
struck out own deal. I would take out the
"Dream Master" so Fenix could fight
the way they were meant to. I was going to
cut off his access to his powers. I called
the "Dream Master" out, for him
to fight me. I called him out in his world,
the dream world. I called him out here, because
I knew he would not pass out the challenge.
As the battle started, we both chose out
forms for the Psionic fight. I chose the
form of a mighty lion, and he chose that
of an eagle. We began the fight in fierce
combat; we both went all out. We both tried
desperate attacks against the other. I attacked
the source of his powers. My claws hit him
dead on, but not before he could drive his
talons into my spine. Both out attacks were
successful. I cut off the "Dream Master’s"
Psionic powers. He was helpless. As for his
attack, at my spine, I was left with out
the use of my appendages. Some may say I
was more helpless than he was, but I will
never look at it that way. His powers were
cut off for about two weeks, and I was only
cripple for one week.
I lay in my bed for six days unable to move
my body, but I still had control of my powers.
Mid-day though the seventh day, Fenix stumbled
back into the cabin. His body was toughly
trashed, barely clinging to life. I could
feel his life force fading away quickly.
I tried to drag myself to him, but I could
hardly move. I had to use my powers to move
over and knee beside him. I summoned my deep
powers so that I could heal my friend. I
gave the healing all that I had, but it was
still not working. His life force was still
fading, so I transferred some of my own life
force to his. My deep powers were racing
the faces of the dead though my mind, but
I could not give up. I had to save his life.
After about an hour of healing, Fenix finally
started to breathe on his own. I had given
him almost all of my life force, and I fell
down, in shock from the horrible images that
ran though my mind. Fenix then stands up
and then looked down at me. He picked me
up and the laid me back on my bed. The last
part of the healing that I gave Fenix was
to reattach his left hand to his body. I
was able to heal that as well. After he laid
me on the bed and walked to the chair to
rest, all that was left, were some scares
and a tingle in his arm, as the nerves reconnected
to the body. Sometime later, I’m not sure
exactly how long after I healed Fenix, cause
I passed out cold, but Fenix’s love Candice
(an angelic Vampire) arrived to she if he
was alright. She was happy to see that he
was all right, she had no idea how badly
he was hurt, and he was not going to tell
her. I was still out cold, but Fenix told
Candice what had happened, leaving out the
details of the fight. When I regained some
conciseness, and she had left, he told me
the full story. How he broke though the hell
gates and smashed his sword over the spine
of the demon, killing him. He also showed
me Diablo’s "soul stone4", which
held the demon’s soul. This must be smashed
in the "hell forge4" so Diablo
can be banished forever. Fenix followed Candice
home soon after he told me his adventure.
I passed out again and had more visions of
the innocent people I killed flash across
my mind.
Days later, I had finally regained the use
of my body and the visions stopped for the
time being. Fenix returned to my cabin and
brought me a gift. Fenix told me "it
was his sword, the one he broke over Diablo’s
spine, rebuild for me as a short sword. You
can use a short sword right?" I told
him I could. He said "it was for all
the times I saved his life." I accepted
the gift from him and thanked him. I then
fused it with my sword, to make a sword finer
than the other two separately. The blade
was a fine crystal, with the engraving still
on the handle. I told him "I thank you
friend, this means a great deal to me. You
are my first true friend in a long time."
Fenix told me "Candice was waiting for
him at her Tavern and that I was welcome
to join them." I took him up on the
offer and we made out way to the New Orleans
Tavern. Fenix was going to travel to the
"hell forge4" the next day, but
today would be a day of celebration. They
were enjoying themselves up until the moment
when Fenix fell off his chair and onto the
"soul stone4". Neither Candice
nor I knew what this meant, but Fenix did.
When he stood up, his face was white as sheet.
He showed us the "soul stone4"
and it did not shine as it did before. Fenix
explained to us that Diablo was no longer
in the stone. Candice "if he is not
in the stone, where is he?" I knew the
answer before he said it; Diablo was not
inside him. Fenix said "Diablo is now
sharing a mortal body with me." As he
spoke, he started to transform shape; this
was Diablo taking control of Fenix’s body.
The two now fought for control of the body.
The fights between the two grew fiercer,
and Fenix did not stand a chance against
Diablo. Diablo finally forced Fenix out of
the body and into the "soul stone4"
and trapped him inside of it. Diablo took
control of Fenix that day in the tavern,
and as part of the deal with the "Dream
Master" he tired to kill me. Now fight
a massive demon is not as easy as it sounds,
especially when you can’t hurt it cause it
is your friends body that you would harm.
When Diablo came at me, I tried my hardest
to fight him off, but Diablo just bashed
me around the tavern like a rag doll. He
and I smashed all the walls over the tavern
and completely destroyed it. Candice escaped
while I distracted Diablo. He bashed me around,
and I could feel my life force fading from
me. I fell to the ground and as Diablo raised
a might foot to crush and kill me, I pulled
my diamond from under my cloak and drew power
from it and vanished. I teleported to my
cabin, where Candice was waiting to find
out what happened. Before I vanished, I got
the "soul stone4" away from Diablo
and it was in my possession now. We thought
we were safe for the moment, but just as
I stood up from the ground to take a seat,
a small figure entered my cabin, and a dark
force could be felt from him. As he walked
further in, he started to change, this was
Diablo in his mortal form. He rose to his
full height and I told Candice to leave now.
She ran from the cabin after I gave her the
"soul stone4". Diablo came at me
again, but just as I was going to fight back,
he stopped in mid attack. He looked down
at me and spoke in a harsh, demonic voice
"I want the ‘soul stone4’ if you don’t
get it to me in one weeks time, I will strike
down all those that matter to you. You will
regret crossing me, you lowly mortal."
After speaking those words, before I had
a chance to reply he changed back and started
to walk out, "one week, remember that"
were his final words to me.
Candice did not return that day, but she
showed up later in the evening on the next
day. She came wondering what was going on
and what had happened to Fenix. I told her
all I knew and what I thought of the situation.
We both agreed that he should never get the
"soul stone4" for he could destroy
it with Fenix in it and Fenix would be gone
forever. As we talked, I hear a slight voice
in my head; it was Fenix try to contact me
though our telepathic link. He spoke weakly
into my mind " . . . friend I am still
. . . Diablo must not get the stone. I can
. . . the same way he entered me . . . the
stone in his . . ." and the voice faded.
I dared not tell Candice, for she would over
react. Instead I took the stone from her
and told her to go home. She left for her
home and I told her I would hide the stone
in a safe place. Once she was out of sight,
I call to Diablo "Diablo, come before
me. I have what you want, come and get it
you demon spawn." As I called to him,
he walked though my front door again, just
as he did before. He stood in the doorway
and demanded the stone "the stone, give
it to me now. Give me it so I can kill Fenix
forever." I then withdrew the stone
from my pocket and said "is this what
you are looking for? I can’t let you get
this; you will have to come get it from me."
Diablo saw the perfect chance to attack me;
he changed into his true form and stood before
me. "This is your last chance mortal,
give me the stone now." As he spoke,
I started to gather my powers and made the
stone float a few inches above the palm of
my hand on where is used to be resting. "This
what you want I said?" Then I shot the
stone deep into Diablo’s flesh. Diablo lurched
in pain, as Fenix retook control of the body
and forced him back into the stone. This
problem was taken care of for now. Candice
was called back and she was so happy to see
Fenix alive and well.
I stayed at my home for the next few days,
trying to regain my PSP once again. All my
powers, and I was still draining them to
fast. I needed to train myself to use my
less PSP. This was my new goal. Fenix came
to my cabin and told me that he was off to
the "hell forge4". I bid him farewell,
and I also left my home, to try and find
a place to train my powers. As I searched
I came across a small dojo, ran by a girl
name Teama Saotome. She was a little girl,
but she seemed like she could help me train,
and my powers amused her. I set to work on
training my powers. I found new ways to use
the powers that I currently held. I found
new ways to combined powers, which made me
stronger, but they still drained my PSP to
fast. The powers that I used, made me bigger,
stronger, and also turned my skin to steal.
This was a powerful combination, but it my
PSP flowed quickly from my body. I could
only stay in the form for a short amount
of time. All my powers grew with my training.
I trained for hours at a time, until I was
exhausted. Each day my training sessions
lasted longer and longer, proving that they
were paying off. I would soon be ready for
my next great challenge. That challenge came
about a week later. Fenix stumbled back to
my cabin after getting Candice, he was unharmed
and he seem depressed. He told us what had
happened; "when I arrived at the ‘hell
forge4’ it was not what I expected. It was
an ambush, they got the ‘soul stone4’ away
from me and used it to free Diablo from it.
A link still exists between us, and they
tried to remove it, but it was useless. I
escaped barely from the grasp of the demon
hordes." I knew what this meant, while
Candice had no idea what a grave situation
this was. The link allowed Diablo to still
take control of Fenix’s body, and if one
dies then so does the other. She did not
ask, we did not tell her. I took her mind
off the subject by showing her the New Orleans
tavern, rebuilt as a gift from me to her.
She was so ecstatic that she forgot all about
the link her Fenix.
About three days after Fenix returned from
the "hell forge4" I felt the "Dream
Master" coming at me again, but something
was wrong. His attacks were not to kill me,
but to provoke me. I could not let this keep
attacking me in my dreams, so I went to fight
him. Find his was easy, he was not hiding.
When I approached him, demon spawn jumped
me. They wanted me alive for me reason. I
thought something was wrong, because why
would Diablo let him fight me. I knew why
now. They wanted me alive so that I can cut
the link. The link between Diablo and Fenix
was far to powerful for the "Dream Master"
to cut, so they needed me. They were going
to force me to cut the link. It is hard to
keep someone in who can teleport prisoner.
So at the first chance I got, I teleported
back to my cabin. I told Fenix what the planed
for me "they now want me alive also,
they tried to cut the link and failed. I
am now hunted as you are." "We
need to stop this before it gets out of hand"
Fenix said. As he spoke, an idea came into
my head. "I will move the link into
my body and make myself, mentally, appear
to be you. Then I will make it so that you
appear as I do. This will allow you to fight
Diablo without fear of what will happen.
Then when you are about to strike the deathblow,
I will sever the link." Fenix replied
"this is a dangerous plan, so you know.
I am against it, but it is the only choice
that we have." As we continued to discus
the plan, I sensed something was wrong with
Fenix. He started to repeat himself, as if
he was forgetting what he just said. Soon
Fenix started acting weird, that is when
I new something was wrong, but what? The
link, it came to me, Diablo was erasing his
memories. I could not allow this to happen.
I would not see my friend reduced to this.
Diablo could kill him this way, and Fenix
would have no control over it. I stood and
started questioning Fenix about what he could
and could not remember. I can repair some
memories, and I hoped I would be able to
repair his.
Diablo was not erasing memories, he was altering
them. Diablo had changed Fenix memories of
his past. The real memory was that Fenix’s
brothers saved him from Diablo, but in Diablo’s
version it was the other way around. Fenix’s
bothers turned on him and Diablo saved his
life. I could not stand by and let that happen.
I rose from my chair and called to Diablo
"come out you demon spawn. Fight me,
come into my body. I can put up a better
fight than he can. FIGHT ME." As I yelled
at him, Diablo took form in my cabin. He
looked down at me and said "we meet
again Volrod, now I will kill you."
I responded "I have a better idea, you
enter my mind and fight me. I can put up
a better fight than he can."
"NO, I have one for you puny human,
take your own life and I will spare your
friends, Candice, and Fenix."
"Never, fight me now," with that
anger streaked over my face, this had no
effect on Diablo. He vanished from the room,
but he left a small demon in his place. I
was ready for a fight. The demon charged
at me, with a thought I blasted him across
the room. The demon was no match for me.
I closed in for the kill after several smaller
"Psionic Blasts5" I decided to
finish the demon off. I closed my eyes, just
as it came at me again, and a "Mind
Thrust5" appeared over my head and impaled
the demon. I screamed to Diablo, hoping her
could hear me "is that all you have?"
Diablo again came before me. I knew I could
not kill Diablo, he was to strong for me,
so I went for the metal link. I used my powers
and stop Diablo from coming though the link
for now. Fenix regained his memories and
all was peaceful for the moment.
Candice returned to my cabin looking for
Fenix, as she arrived, a big smile grew on
her face as she gazed upon Fenix. They embraced
and then they sat in the cabin. Fenix and
I had decided to move the link later that
day, after Fenix took care of some business.
We all moved to the rebuilt New Orleans tavern,
so Candice could see how it was rebuilt.
When we arrived, Fenix kneed down and took
Candice’s hand, he proposed to her. She was
ecstatic. After he proposed to her, she told
him that they would be having a child in
the near future. "Wow," Candice
said "can this day get any better? First
my tavern is rebuilt, next a child, and then
my boyfriend proposes to me." I then
spoke "I have more good news for you,
Diablo will be out of Fenix soon, and you
will both have normal lives once again."
Candice took a look around the tavern and
saw it back in perfect order. The time was
set to move the link from Fenix to myself.
We moved back to my cabin, so that the tavern
would be spared, should something happen.
Before we started to process, Fenix told
me "it will be at least twelve days
before the gates of hell will reopen and
I can journey to them. I want you to know
that you will have the demon for that long."
I nodded, "let us begin." I changed
my mental pattern to match Fenix’s, and his
to match mine, that was the easy part. After
that was accomplished, I then took the link
into my body. As the link entered my body,
I shook violently; Diablo was trying to take
me over. As he tried to take me over, a white
light came over my body, which fought a dark
light. "The dark light is he trying
to take me over, if the dark beats the white,
Diablo will take control of me. I ask you
if I change into Diablo, please kill me.
If you do kill me, please take my ring and
sword back to my school and give them to
the new head master." Fenix agreed and
the lights disappeared from my body. I was
nervous, I feared what Diablo might do to
me, I knew I could fight him off better than
Fenix, but my deep powers, they would be
my weakness. Fenix and Candice went home
together and they said they would return
in the morning. They left me alone for the
night. I tossed and turned all night before
I finally got to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning, it was to
a pile of rubble. My cabin was in ruins.
As I walked among the rubble, I noticed some
clothing that was not mine. Upon further
investigation I find two bodies among the
ruins of my cabin. "Please tell me that
I did not kill more innocent people. I am
to weak to fight Diablo." I feel to
my knees, just as Fenix and Candice arrived.
I felt remorse for the people, I had no idea
who they are, they must have just been people
passing by that saw the commotion. As I sat
in the rubble, Fenix and Candice tried to
consol me, but I was fed up with Diablo.
So I tried to get back at him, I tried to
take him over. I closed my eyes and started
to concentrate. As I did, the dark light
came over my body and the white light started
to fight it, I thought I was going to win,
but with one surge the dark light pushed
the white back. He was strong both ways.
"I can not believe that I allowed this
to happen. If only I was stronger, I could
have kept him from taking me over. Those
people would still be alive, none of this
would have happened," I said. Fenix
"not so friend, if I killed him when
I had the chance, this all would have been
over." I felt compelled to bury the
two bodies that were among the rubble. I
had Fenix, who was trained as a paladin,
pray for their lost souls. I had him pray
so the souls might be free to go where they
were meant to go. I wanted to be alone, but
Fenix would not leave me in my time of need.
They wanted to get me out of my dismal rubble
pile. Fenix took us to a small tavern that
I never knew existed. His family owned it,
but since he was the last member of his family,
it rarely got open any more. Candice need
to return home and Fenix was not going to
leave me. I think that he sent her away so
that no harm would come to her incase I lost
control. As people started to come and go
from the tavern, I sat alone in a far corner.
I fought the dark light with all my powers.
When the fights got back, I would shake violently.
A blind girl name Delila entered the tavern.
She did not know anyone and was scared to
sit alone. I felt sorry for her so I sat
down next to her. I made small talk with
her and not more than a few minutes into
the conversation, Diablo tried to take control
of my body again. I feel to the ground shaking
worse than before and the lights came over
my body. The white light fought valiantly
against the dark light, and as I shook I
made a loud noise that drew the attention
of all those in the tavern. Fenix jumped
over the bar counter and was bathed in a
green light. As the light faded, he was in
his armor with sword drawn. He moved in and
pulled Delila away from me. Delila had no
idea what was going on, she could not see
the light or me shaking. Fenix told her what
was contained inside me and what was happening.
She was to afraid to move. I closed my eyes
and with one jerk of my head back I stopped
the dark light. I used my deep powers and
fought him off for the time being.
"I thank you friend, you were going
to keep your promise," I spoke to Fenix.
After that passed, Fenix went back to tending
and Delila and I continued our talking. She
seemed extremely worried for someone she
had never meet before. She told Fenix and
I that she was a healer and that she would
travel with us to the gates of hell. She
did not want to see me die, because I was
so kind to her. I sat on the floor to ashamed
to take a seat again. More a people came
and went after the little Diablo stunt. I
was starting to wear down and Diablo could
tell. I had no way to regain my PSP, the
only way is though sleep and it was obvious
I could not do that again. Delila and I continued
to talk and then out of the blue, I started
to shake again. I had no way of letting Fenix
know what was going on. I tried to call to
my friend, but my voice never left my mouth.
Delila had no idea anything was wrong. The
white light was no match for the dark. The
dark light was nowhere to be found it was
all darkness. Diablo rose from my shell.
Diablo stood fifteen feet tall. His dark
red skin was covered in razor sharp black
spikes. Fenix now saw that Diablo had won
the fight. He came at the demon with all
his might, sword drawn. Diablo looked at
him and screamed "YOU, how is that possible?"
As he said that he raised a massive fist
to crush Fenix in one blow. A weak voice
could be heard from inside Diablo, it was
my voice "I . . . can stop him . . .
keep attack going . . ." Diablo’s fist
stopped above Fenix’s head, I was able to
control it. Fenix went though with his attack
and slashed Diablo’s midsection. Diablo screamed
out in pain and a dark light moved over him
fought by a white light. I was trying to
regain control. The dark light was pushed
back and faded out of sight. Diablo’s form
melted into mine. I lay on the ground with
a cut on my chest. I tried to hold the wound
closed with my power, but I was not able
to heal myself. "You did well, thank
you for keeping your promise." I tried
to stand, but it was no use, my wound needed
to be healed now. It could not wait for my
body to heal. Fenix knelt down and placed
his hands over my wound "its my turn
to heal you friend." After a few moments,
the cut was a scar that would be gone in
days, due to my bodies rapid cell repair
rate. I normally would have been able to
heal the wound, but with Diablo, summoning
my powers was harder. I refused to move I
was to depressed.
I stood up after a few minutes of ground
time, and I took Delila to the bar, so if
that happened again, Fenix would be quicker
to interfere. I set my head down on the counter,
but I lifted it quickly, realizing what rest
would bring. I had Fenix get me a glass of
cold water, and I drank it down fast. It
perked me up some. My fights with Diablo
were draining my PSP fast. I drew my crystal
sword, and placed it on the bar. I was going
to draw PSP from the sword to my body, to
recharge myself. From my hand and the sword,
a soft blue light started to glow. The light
carried PSP into my body, which perked me
up even more. "I hope this will be enough
to fight him off until Fenix can kill Diablo,"
this thought started racing though my mind.
Candice arrived soon after the second attempt
by Diablo. She arrived and Fenix aloud her
to stay. They were married the night before,
and they were a happy couple. All was calm
at the moment. I was no match for Diablo
when he came at me this time; I was not expecting
his attack. The lights burst forth from my
body as all looked on in awe. The white light
stood no chance against the dark light this
time, I was unprepared. Diablo stood in the
tavern once again. Fenix saw him take shape
and he rushed at the demon, but Diablo saw
him coming. Diablo raised a mighty claw and
connected with Fenix. Fenix crashed though
the west wall of his tavern. As he lay there,
Diablo laughed at the puny mortal. Fenix
stood and limped out of the rubble and got
Diablo’s attention once again, so that I
could try and regain control of my body.
As Diablo turned to look at Fenix, I saw
my chance to make my bid to regain control.
My white light easily pushed the dark light
away. Fenix made his way back into the tavern
though the hole as Diablo’s form melted into
mine.
I feel to the ground, not shaking this time
but crying "I almost killed my friend,
look at what I have become. Damn you Diablo,
I will find away to stop you. Mark my word
on that." As I spoke, a dark light took
shape on the ground. The light was in the
shape of Diablo and it spoke; "no mortal
has been able to stop me. I always win. If
I die, I will be brought back, just as it
was done in the past. It will go on like
this forever, that is the way it is."
Before anyone could respond the image was
gone. I recovered my senses and made my way
to a seat again. Fenix and Candice both followed
behind me. "This is enough;" Fenix
said and started to walk towards the door.
Candice intercepted him, "think about
our child. I do not want him growing up without
a father." Those words stopped Fenix
in his tracks. It was getting late once again
so we all headed for our homes. I returned
to my pile of rubble and sat in the middle
of it. I did not sleep that night. I choose
not to sleep, I spent the whole night fighting
Diablo off. At first light of the next day
I was almost to the point of exhaustion.
This was my third day with Diablo inside
me, and I have not slept the two days. My
body was starting to fall apart. I saw two
figures approach though the path to my former
cabin. As they came nearer, I saw it was
Fenix and Candice. They stopped in front
of me, and I noticed that Candice held a
small child in her arms. The child had eyes
and fangs from Candice, but he had a human
form as Fenix did. "I see you had the
child," I spoke "I also see that
you are both well. Congratulations. What
did you decide on as a name for the child?"
They both looked at each other, the child
and then me. "Adraena," Candice
said "that will be his name." As
we talked, Diablo tried to take control of
me once again. As Diablo attacked, Fenix
drew his sword, ready to defend his family.
I was getting so weak, and Diablo was moving
in for the kill. I drew more energy in from
the sword, and I just barely stopped the
change. The days passed and it was getting
harder and harder form me to fight Diablo
off. I also started to nod off whenever I
was not active. The situation was getting
worse by the hour, and it nine days still
remained before the gate would open again.
As the struggles for control of my body became
more intense, so did the light show that
my body emitted. The lights started off as
a soft glow, but now they were a bright blinding
light.
Finally, the day Fenix could travel to the
gate of hell arrived. He showed up at my
pile of rubble a few hours after sunrise.
Fenix came to tell me "I’m leaving now
my friend. I do not know if I will return."
The plan was that I would cut the link when
Diablo was about to die, this would stop
him from taking over Fenix and hindering
the fight between the two. Fenix told me
more of his destiny "I was told that
I am 80% likely to beat Diablo, but he will
become part of me and I will fight his soul
for all eternity. Please do not tell Candice
what I have just told you. If I do not return
from Hell, please tell her that I love her,
and give her the ring back." I took
the ring from Fenix "I will only take
the ring so it does not get damaged during
the fight. Have you told her you are leavening?"
"No, I do not want her to be afraid."
I will tell her, after you leave. Also when
you return, we shall never speak of this
conversation." We both started to cry
now. Fenix "you have been like a son
to me Volrod, and I do not know how I can
ever thank you for what you have done for
me. You have saved my life so many times."
I only helped you because you are my friend.
You and Candice have been my only true friends.
I owe you everything. Also I looked into
your son’s future. You will be happy to know
that he grows up to be a man of honor and
strength. He will make you proud, but I can
not see his destiny. He out lives me. I would
like a father like you. I never had a father."
We shook hands now, and Fenix turned to leave.
I stopped him, "would you like to know
the outcome?" I closed my eyes to look,
but Fenix stopped me "I would rather
not know." I opened my eyes, "then
I do not want to know either. Take care friend.
I will make sure people know of your deeds.
One more thing, do you want me to try and
take over his body? It will help you out."
"I will see you again, I will make sure
of it. No, I do this on my own. Would you
expect help fighting the ’Magic Child’?"
With that Fenix started to walk off to enter
Hell. I stood there looking at my friend
walking off to face his destiny. A new thought
came into my mind, because I saw a glimpse
of the fight. I saw Fenix hurt badly and
I had no idea when it takes place in the
fight. "If I keep the link, Diablo will
not be able to enter Fenix, and I will fight
Diablo for all eternity. This will be the
ultimate gift to my friends," I thought.
I knew this meant sacrificing my own life,
but it would prevent Diablo from ever coming
back. I was torn; I wanted to help my friends,
and what about my destiny. I went to Candice
to tell her about Fenix. I came before her
and the child. I had a hard time holding
back the tears as I started to tell her about
Fenix. She was speechless, and a look of
concern came over her face. Now that I look
back on it, I let her know more than I should
have. I accidentally told her what I saw,
and this made her more upset. Her fear was
her that she did not want to see her child
grow up without a father. I saw the pain
and I could not longer bare it "I guarantee
that Fenix will make it back to you alive.
I stake my life on it."
"What does that mean? What are you planning?"
"I will not cut the link, so Diablo
will be trapped in me. This will stop him
from entering Fenix. I have thought long
and hard about this. It will be my final
gift to you both. Your child will know his
father." I started to cry again and
so did she. She moved to comfort him, but
she was glad that Fenix was going to make
it back to her and their child safe. She
was upset that she would loose a friend in
the process though. I made my choice with
a heavy heart. I did not want to die, but
I knew this had to be done. I keep speaking
"I do this to ensure the future. I have
doubts about myself being the ‘Child of Power’,
and I have never had then until now. I have
a feeling that his is my destiny, to save
Fenix. I think that it is my destiny to fight
Diablo’s soul for all time. This will also
be away for me to make amends for my past
sins. A chance to make up for all the innocent
live I have taken." Candice nodded,
and tried to stop herself from crying.
I now wondered how I should spend my remaining
time. I wanted to help more people, for I
realized that my life would be over soon.
Keeping Diablo inside myself was a great
sacrifice, but I wondered if it would be
enough to make amends for my past. I wanted
to help people with what money I had left.
It would do me no good when I died. I traveled
across the land. In my travels I found a
small weapon shop that specialized in rare
metal weapons. I decided that I was going
to purchase and fuse another sword. This
would increase the energy in my sword. The
more swords I fused, the greater the reserve
energy I possessed. As I entered the shop,
I started to shake. I did not fall to the
ground, but it was noticeable. A nun that
was in the store looked at me. I stopped
my shaking. I cursed under my breath and
started to look around the shop. I saw a
nice crystal sword and I brought it up to
the counter. The nun was trying to buy a
jade cross, but she did not have enough money.
I placed enough money on the counter and
said "it was on me." Before she
had a chance to respond, I was out of the
shop and down the road. I did not buy my
sword; I left it at the counter. I never
even got her name, and she never got mine.
It was getting dark again so I set off back
to my pile of rubble. It is where I spent
most of my nights. I spent them thinking
about my future, my past and all in between.
My future, once so clear was now clouded.
I could not even see what lay before me tomorrow.
At daybreak, Chris made his way back too
what he thought was going to be my cabin.
He was surprised to see it in ruins, and
me sitting in the middle of it. He was off
fighting in his homeland; he had no idea
of what had gone down. I told him of what
I planed to do, how I was not going to cut
the link. How I was going to save Fenix’s
soul so he can return to him family. I told
him "this is my way of making amends
to the people I have hurt in my past. I will
keep Diablo from coming back. This will be
my gift to the world. Besides, I have had
doubts of myself being the ‘Child of Power’.
I think this is my destiny. It would explain
so much.
"You fool, you are the ‘Child of Power’
and if you can not see it, I have failed.
I’m leaving now. I thought you were a different
person, one who would not take the easy way
out of life." He walked away from me
and left me speechless. He vanished into
the dawning sun. I never saw him again.
I also walked away from the ruins; I did
no stay at them during the day. I wanted
to help more people. I came upon a small
tavern and I entered it. I saw a girl sitting
alone in the far corner, so I walked over
to her. I introduced myself and so did she.
Her name was Naomi. She seemed sad and I
wanted her to cheer up some. She told me
why she was sad. Her father was insane and
tried to rob her of her humanity by running
pure energy, which she called electricity.
We talked for along time, about her past
and what I had within my body. She wanted
to help me, but she had no idea what she
could do. She wanted to make my last few
days peaceful. She took me to her private
garden, and made me a fantastic meal. It
was the best meal I had eaten in years. I
thanked her for her kindness. "I don’t
know how to repay you for your kindness you
have been a great help in making this fight
easier," I told her. Diablo felt that
I was distracted, so he moved into attack
me. I summoned all my power and drained the
last of my energy to fight off his attack.
I tried to draw energy from my sword, but
it was depleted as well. "No, this can
not be. I am doomed; I can not fight him
if he attacks me now," I told Naomi.
Naomi knew that she could not allow this,
so she went and got a small vial for him.
Naomi told me "this potion would recharge
you for ten days to your max energy. Drink
it, and your energy will come back."
"No, Diablo will get the energy as well.
You can not give that to me. I would rather
die than give him energy." Diablo saw
how weak I was and moved in for the kill.
He came at me with full force and I was no
match for him without any PSP.
Diablo rose from my form and release a mighty
growl. He looked down and the table and smashed
it. He laughed and then saw Naomi, in shock
of what just happened to me. She took to
the sky and started to fly around him. She
was faster than Diablo, so he could not catch
her. Diablo was angry, and his mind was no
longer focused. I took back control and feel
from Diablo’s form. I slammed into the ground
from fifteen feet, and I screamed in pain
as I landed. Naomi was fast, but she was
not able to save me from the fall. I was
out cold by the time she reached me. She
rolled me over to see if I had any spinal
damage. It was to late, my spine was broken
and my heart had already stopped. She rolled
me back over and poured the potion down my
throat. She did not want to see such a kind
man die. As the potion took its effect, I
instantly woke. The energy flowed though
my body. I said "you should not have
done that. Diablo got the energy as well.
I do thank you for saving my life. I owe
you big time now." I closed my eyes
and rested for a moment. Naomi said "I
don’t care as long as you are alive. You
do not owe me anything. You living is enough
reward to me." I continued to rest for
the time being, and Naomi watched over me.
Diablo was now infused with a massive amount
of energy. Diablo used this to his advantage
and came at me again. I was helpless to stop
him with the new energy he possessed. Diablo
once again rose from my tiny body, and growled.
I may not have had total control, but I was
able to blind him. It was my way of making
it so he could not kill Naomi. Diablo growled
"Volrod, if I only had the ‘soul stone4’,
I would trap you in it for all eternity.
Only if I had it."
"What are you are taking about ugly?"
Diablo raised his foot to crush where he
heard the voice. It was too late; Naomi was
no longer there. Diablo laughed, because
he thought he killed her. "Nice try,
but you missed me," Diablo became enraged.
"You are fast; I will give you credit."
Diablo screamed. I again capitalized on his
anger and took control once again. Again
I fell, but Naomi was there to catch me this
time. As I regained my bearing and my sight,
I started to cry. I was so shamed that I
almost killed a friend, and that I destroyed
her beautiful garden.
We decided to move this some place else.
We went to a small tavern and sat around
talking once again. As I talked, I suddenly
stood and held my head, as if racked with
a horrible pain. My eyes closed quickly.
When I reopened them, they had a red tint
to them. The red tint was my hunger returning.
Diablo no longer wanted my body; he wanted
my mind back to the dark side, where he thought
it belonged. He wanted to torture me. The
hunger was something that I never wanted
back. I started to scan around the room,
looking at people’s Psionic power. I was
lucky; the Psionic potential of the room
was low, so I could control my hunger for
the time being. As I scanned the room, I
felt a holy energy approaching the tavern.
A mane entered the room and holy energy flowed
from his body. "Was he sent here to
kill me?" I thought. He turned his gaze
to me. The man walked over to me and introduced
himself as Sir Nicholas Demasey, of the Zakarum4.
He told me that he came in search of me and
the wife of Fenix Darkblade. A look of terror
swept across my face "what has happened
to my friend?"
"Let us go to your cabin, or should
I saw your rubble pile. I will tell you more
when we arrive."
He and I traveled to my pile of rubble; Naomi
did not come with. She felt that it was not
her place to interfere. Candice arrived shortly
after. She left Adraena at his grandfather’s
house. Candice started to cry as Nicholas
told us what had happened to Fenix. Nicholas
spoke to us "Fenix was destined to fight
Diablo. He died on his journey to fight him,
and that should not have happened. A "doom
knight4" placed a death curse on him
and stopped his heart. Be happy, both of
you. The gods have given me permission to
bring him back to life. I will fulfill my
destiny. I was meant to help the chosen one
to fight Diablo. First I have gifts for both
of you." He handed me a small blue stone.
"This is a Psionic stone. When you collect
all four of them, your powers will be unstoppable.
The "Magic Child" is looking for
the Magic stones. Only one of you will get
all four." He then drew a fine crystal
sword and gave it to Candice. "Give
this to your son at the age of four. He has
an important destiny to fulfill."
"This is a brave destiny. I know what
this means for you. You will give your life
to bring his back." Nicholas needed
an item of Fenix’s so he could perform the
ritual, so he turned to me. I knew what he
wanted, and I gave him the ring from under
my cloak.
Nicholas put the ring on his finger and began
chanting the sacred words of resurrection.
"When Fenix returns to this world, he
will not be able to breathe. He will need
some energy to restart his heart." I
nodded to Nicholas’ words. A white light
burst forth from his body, and when it faded,
Fenix’s took shape from Nicholas’s body.
I moved in quickly to transfer some of my
energy to Fenix. I started to give him energy
not caring. I gave him all the energy I could.
Fenix’s heart started as mine started to
slow down. I was giving him all the energy
I had. "I only hope this potion works,"
I thought. Candice watched in awe. Fenix
began to move as he was back to normal, but
a little disoriented. Candice told him what
had transpired. She ran to her husband and
helped him to a chair. I lay on the ground
and let the potion run its course. "Is
he breathing?" I asked. Candice nodded,
"yes he is." Fenix weakly spoke
"I owe you again friend. You saved my
life again." I just lay on the floor.
Candice helped Fenix up and took him back
to their home. I sat up when I was back to
my full power. The potion was working wonderfully.
The next day we all meet at the Darkblade
tavern. I introduced Fenix and Candice to
Naomi. Fenix did not remember anything about
the "doom knight4" or his curse.
I threw my head back again and my eyes closed
hard. Diablo was trying to awaken my hunger
once again. When my eyes opened, they were
redder than before. I quickly looked around
the room, I sense Psionic power near by and
I wanted it. I craved it, but I maintained
control. Fenix said "cut the link. We
need a new plan. You can not fight him much
longer. Please cut the link." I did
as he told me. I closed my eyes and summoned
up all my powers. With a burst of soft blue
light, the redness in my eyes vanished. Diablo
was out of my mind. I was now free, free
to look for the stones. I sensed the "Dream
Master" close by now. He was coming
for me; it was obvious he wanted the stones.
I stood and everyone tried to stop me. "This
is something that I need to do. This man
has haunted me for the last time. I will
end it with him now. I will prove I am the
‘Psionic Child of Power.’ He will die once
and for all." Fenix nodded to me, he
knew that I must do what I am destined to
do. I left and hunted the "Dream Master"
out. We both wanted what the other had.
We meet in a small forest clearing. This
was going to be a great battle. Our powers
clashed against one another. We throw powerful
attacks back and forth at one another to
try and weaken each other’s physical body,
before we took the battle within. Our attacks
destroyed the landscape. If was a mighty
battle before we went to our metal attacking.
When we took the attack internal, we had
to choose our metal forms. He choose a griffon,
with great talons. My powers were greater,
so I choose that of an Ancient dragon. We
started our attacks. My flames, teeth, and
claws versus his beak and talons. The battle
raged, each of us striking blows against
the other. I blasted my flames and he flew
around. My claws found home on hi head. I
had landed the deathblow. His form faded
away, and we both returned to the physical
landscape. As he looked up at me, and started
to twitch. I stood over him and said "you
have been a great adversary, so I will enjoy
killing you. Your powers will ensure that
I will win the fight. Take care in knowing
that." I took the stone from around
his neck and raised my sword to finish him
off. I struck my sword with all my force
onto the back of his neck and decapitated
him. I then absorbed his powers into my body.
I felt his powers flow into my body. I had
never felt this powerful in my whole life.
I gathered up the stones and my sword. I
then journeyed back to meet the others. They
were amazed by my newfound powers.
Now I needed to find the other two stones
as quickly as I could. I traveled far and
wide searching for the stones. The first
stone was in a shop of magical artifacts.
I bought it from the store. It was more than
I expected. I also found a better crystal
sword. I purchased that as well and fused
it with mine. I should have asked the storeowner
what the sword’s origin was. For when I fused
it with my sword, it came to life. It had
a personality all of its own. It was able
to talk and communicate with me; this was
a gift and a curse. The second stone I found
on my walking path. As almost if it had fallen
from the sky. The funny thing about it was
that it was right next to a red stone. This
must have been one of the Magic stones. I
now had my four stones, and when I picked
up the red stone, it fell apart in my hand.
"I guess this is why only one of us
can posses all four stones," I thought.
I fashioned the stones into a necklace and
wore it around my neck. As the last stone
touched my skin, my body became racked with
new and unimaginable power. I had never imagined
that I would hold so much power. I walked
back to my house and called all my friends
to meet me.
When the all arrived, Fenix shuttered at
my powers. Candice was frightened by my powers.
She did not believe that a mortal person
could hold such power. I could not believe
my powers either. While this was going on,
the "Magic Child" was enraged that
he was not able to collect all the stones.
He could no longer wait till the age of twenty-eight,
he wanted blood now. His name was Gerrod
and now he was looking for me. Gerrod used
all his powers and resources to locate me.
It took him about three weeks from the time
I found the last stone till the time he found
Fenix. He busted into the tavern where Fenix
was sitting having a drink. When he entered,
the whole tavern shuttered at his dark magic
power. Three red stones hung around his neck,
and a dark hood masked his face. Nothing
could be seen from under it, except his blood
red eyes. He walked quickly to Fenix and
placed a twisted hand on Fenix’s shoulder.
"You are Fenix Darkblade, am I correct?"
Fenix was in shock, he could hardly speak.
"ANSWER me, are you or are you not Fenix
Darkblade?" Fenix finally was able to
mutter "yes I am he." Gerrod laughed
evilly, "well, then you know Volrod.
Give him a message for me, will you. Tell
him ‘that he may have gotten the stones,
but he will never beat me. I am eternal."
With that he turned and walked straight out
the door. Before leaving, he paused at the
tavern entrance, and with the blink of an
eye, he destroyed four tables. The tables
bust into flames as if they were paper. Fenix
muttered as Gerrod left "it is . . .
him . . ." Fenix was still in shock
when I entered the tavern about an hour later.
The four stones hung around my neck and pulsed
in unison. I walked up to him "friend,
what is wrong? You look as if you saw a ghost,"
saying that I started to laugh. My laughter
was cut short when Fenix told me what he
saw "he was here. The ‘Magic Child’.
He was looking for you. He told me that you
may have gotten the stones, but you will
never beat him." I turned pale. "Why
was the ‘Magic Child’ coming for me?"
That was all I could think about. "It
was not written this way". All of these
thoughts ran though my mind. I did not have
time to ponder it now. I needed to study
more of the legend. I needed to know what
it was that I was missing.
I informed all my friend what was going on.
They all shared their concerns, but none
of that mattered. I had to figure this out,
no matter what. So I left to return to the
school at which I was trained. The journey
was long and boring, I could not keep my
mind on the trip. Twice roving bands attacked
me, I presume that Gerrod or Diablo sent
them. I arrived at my school, about a week
after I left my friends. When I got the school,
it was leveled. The school and the surrounding
town were in ashes. Someone had destroyed
it all. I knew that this must have been the
work of Gerrod. I searched though the rubble
and ash for any clues that I may find. I
was happy to see that the Alter of Tyrael
was not part of what got destroyed. This
is when I found out more than I was ever
told. This is not where I found out what
I truly was. That was to come later. I found
out that I was not the first "Child
of Power" and neither was Gerrod. We
are the first pair that has made it to fight
each other. The "Children of Power"
are born every generation, and those that
die become part of the stones. This is why
the stones hold so much power. They have
the souls of thousands of other "Children
of Power" and their power, gives me
power. I was never told this part of the
legend. I tried to find more, but nothing
else was to be found. I took what I could
salvage from the school in the ways of books.
I also buried each of the bodies that I found.
Some of them were former students that I
recognized. Others must have been new students.
None of the pupils had the Psionic portion
of their brain left. It was as if Gerrod
removed it so I could not feast on it. It
did not matter to me; I would not have feasted
anyway. I finished my work and left for my
home.
The trip back was quicker; it only took about
four days. When I set foot on my land, something
did not seem right. I closed my eyes and
scanned all around me. I found our what was
wrong. I small demon was nearing me. I closed
in and killed it before it knew what happened.
After I killed the demon I came back to my
rubble pile. "This is not fitting of
the ‘Psionic Child of Power,’ I thought.
With that I started to call forth my powers
and I reconstructed my cabin, log by log.
The process only took about an hour. When
I was done, it was better than before. I
was tired from my voyage, so I rested for
the rest of the day. I spent a long time
filling my sword back up with PSP. This took
me over a week to do, since I drained it
fully before. My powers were now at their
peak and I had all my PSP back. This was
the best I had ever felt in my entire existence.
I was still not ready to fight Gerrod yet.
I decided to pay another visit to Teama.
I had not seen her in a long time. So that
day I made the trip to her dojo. She was
happy to see me, and to watch me train again.
She was even more amused by my talking sword.
He got on my nerves at times, but he was
a good companion. I resumed my training that
day. Teama love watching me use my powers
to grow in size and make my skin harder than
steal. This was the highlight of her day
usually.
I continued training, and I discovered something
dark late one day. I got a chill, and somehow
I knew what it was. Gerrod struck a deal
with Diablo just as the "Dream Master"
did. This up me in a dire situation. Gerrod
now had demonic powers on his side. So I
increased my training. Fenix also felt something
amiss. He came to me and I informed him of
what had happened. We both knew something
had to be done. He traveled to the city of
Zakarum and I to Teama’s dojo. As I was training
one day, I felt a holy energy surround me.
I did not know it, but I was no longer on
the mortal plane. Tyrael brought me to the
plane of Heaven. I fused with me though the
stones. This was his gift to me, so I would
have the power to fight Gerrod. He entered
the stones and all the stones merged into
one bigger blue stone. He took the form of
a powdered whit stone. He infused me with
new holy energy. My body shook and a purple
light came over my body. The light came over
me and purple busts of lightning hit my body.
They came from the powder white stone, which
now pulsed purple. As it hit me I shook and
started to change form. When the lightning
stopped I was now eight feet tall. The mist
around me dissipated and a holy energy could
be felt from me. My body was covered in white
armor and two silver wings jetted out my
back. My eyes were pure white now. I now
was able to transform like this at will.
I closed my eyes and started to transform
back. The lightning shot out of my body and
went back into the stone. I shrank back to
my normal size and my eyes change color from
white to brown. I now had away to fight Gerrod
in his demonic form.
Gerrod always seemed to know where I was,
and how to avoid me. Every time I sensed
his approach, by the time I was ready to
fight he was gone. He always managed to dodge
me and make it to where I was. He repeatedly
threatened Fenix and my other friends. I
sensed his approach one time, but I stayed
where I was. I wised up, and waited for him.
Sure enough, he came for me. He barged into
the tavern I was in and walked up behind
me. I shuttered as he entered the room. This
was the first time I ever saw him. The only
real detail that I can remember are his eyes.
Those blood red eyes. The embraced hunger
which drove his madness. Fenix and I both
stood and faced him. Fenix went to draw his
sword, but Gerrod saw his action and cupped
his hands. A small fireball took shape in
his hands and he launched it towards Fenix.
The fireball landed right in the middle of
Fenix’s chest and sent him flying across
the room. Gerrod wanted to fight me alone.
With Fenix down, but not out, it was time
for us to fight. We both started our transformations.
The room was covered in mist, and both white
and dark light filled the room. Nothing could
be seen though the mist, but our powers could
be felt. The mist faded away and we both
faced each other in our new forms. I stood
as Tyrael the Angel. Gerrod was something
different. He was over fifteen feet all.
He had long razor sharp claws on his hands.
He had wings as well, but they were large
and had a span of over eight feet. I could
still see his eyes though. They were still
deep red, but now they had small bolts of
dark lightning streaking across them.
We both readied for a mighty battle. We moved
to attack each other, but Gerrod took to
the sky with his might wings. He charged
up another mighty fireball, this one meant
for me. I braced myself as he threw it towards
me. I closed my eyes and was able to deflect
the fireball out into a near by lake. The
fireball fizzled out as it hit the water.
Now it was time to get serious. Gerrod came
back to the ground "if I can not kill
you with magic; I will tear your body apart.
Limb from limb." He came at we with
a dark fury. His claws against my sword.
We both slashed each other with our weapons.
My armor was no match for his claws, but
his demon skin was not able to stand against
my sword. We fought for thirty minutes, until
we both started to feel the effects of the
battle. We were both running out of energy.
Gerrod was not ready for the fight to be
over as we both fell out of our new forms.
We both hit the ground hard and lay, looking
at each other. Anger burned in his face.
We both managed to stagger to our feet; we
never stopped looking at each other. He spoke
"this is going nowhere. We will fight
again Volrod, oh yes we will." With
those words, he vanished in a dark mist.
He did not leave without a trace, where he
stood, a dark pentagram was now in place
and a demon came though the markings. I was
in no condition to handle the demon. Lucky
Fenix was still around. He intercepted the
demon before it could attack me. Fenix killed
the demon and rushed to my side, "are
you ok friend?" He asked.
"Yes, I am all right. He was just stronger
than I ever expected." I looked around
at the tavern. Gerrod and I pretty much destroyed
it all. Out battle was mighty, but we were
far from though. As I surveyed what was left
of the tavern I realized why our fight would
take place in a far plane, that can only
be reached by us. Even the ancients knew
that the land around us would be ruined in
the fight.
"Fenix" I said "I need to
train more. I was no match for him. I must
become more powerful. I can not let all of
my people down."
"I agree friend. The fight did not seem
to be in your favor. You are only still alive,
because he was hurt as well. You both went
all out and it was a stalemate. I can not
believe that with are your strength and power,
he was your equal. You both hold more power
than I ever thought was possible in a mortal
body. You are a truly powerful man Volrod."
I nodded to him, "but now I bid you
farewell. I need to become stronger."
I started to walk back to my home.
Gerrod limped back to Diablo, and Diablo
looked at him in shame. "I have given
you all these powers and you still can not
beat a mere mortal?" Diablo hissed.
"He has Tyrael on his side, and even
you will not fight Tyrael. Do not give me
lip demon. I could kill you without a thought,
just remember that." Diablo growled
and raised his fist to Gerrod, but he lowed
it. Diablo knew who his master was. Gerrod
was stronger and Diablo knew it. Diablo bowed
to his master. Gerrod told him to rise. "How
can we beat this mortal," Gerrod snapped.
Diablo rose with a diabolic idea "when
he trains I can still feel part of him inside
my head my master. I have a slight hold on
him."
"Then use it to our advantage fool."
Diablo growled in compliance with his master.
I had no idea that all this was going on.
As I trained one day with Teama watching,
I feel to the ground holding my head. Diablo
had a piece of my mind. I held my head and
then all of a sudden I feel into a coma.
Teama ran to me and started to shake me.
My sword spoke to her "he has fallen
into a deep coma young one. We need to get
him to Fenix. He will better know how to
help. He could wake up in a minute, or he
may never awaken. We must hurry." Teama
ran off to find Fenix. When she found him,
she brought him to me and my sword told Fenix
what happened. Fenix put me on his horse
and took my back to my cabin; He laid me
on the bed and stood over me. My sword then
spoke again "thank you both of you.
You have helped more than you know. Now place
the diamond on his chest, it will help him
fight off the coma." They did as they
were instructed. They watched as my body
started to glow a soft blue, as the gem hovered
over my body. From Hell, Gerrod and Diablo
laughed at me. I was at the mercy of those
around me. Fenix and Teama kept a close eye
on me, Candice stopped by occasionally. They
were all curious as to what was happening
to me. My sword decided to show them. "Place
your hands on me and I will show you what
is happening in his mind. We will not be
able to directly help him, but we can try
and serve as a guide to bring him back to
us." They all did as they were told,
Fenix and Teama placed their hands on my
sword. As they did, they were transported
into my mind. What they saw was a brutal
landscape, being torn apart. I was loosing
my mind in this coma, and I was powerless
to stop it. In the landscape I was flying
around in my mental dragon form, trying to
stop my mind from being destroyed. I tried
my hardest to keep it from fading away. Fenix
and Teama watched me fight for my mind. My
sword told them what was going on "The
dragon is Volrod’s mental form. He is fighting
for his every mind. It is falling apart as
you can see. He must stop it and repair what
damage has been done to it before he can
awaken.
They watched me fight and then all of a sudden,
they were out of my mind. My sword ran out
of energy to keep them in my mind. It spoke
again "I can no longer show you what
he is fighting. Let us hope he can stop it
soon. If you saw the sun in the sky, that
was his life force. Volrod was defending
it with all his fury. If that breaks down,
he will die. I hope he can pull this off.
I have seen him get out of many tight spots,
but I do not know if he can beat this . .
. " My sword’s voice trailed off, as
it ran out of energy. I fought the coma for
over twenty days. With all my force I kept
my life force intact. About midway though
the twentieth day, I sprung awake from my
coma. Teama ran to me with open arms "welcome
back friend. Are you ok?" I nodded and
she ran to get Fenix. Fenix was overjoyed
to see me moving and not unconscious body.
I was stronger, their plan backfired. Gerrod
screamed "Diablo you fool it did not
work."
"You had time to kill him, but what
did you do in that time? Nothing. You did
nothing at all. He lay helpless and you did
nothing." Gerrod’s eyes grew dark red.
"Never speak out of turn again. If you
do I will kill you, and you know I can do
it. So watch your tongue, you insolent demon."
They continued to argue, as I regained by
bearings. Fenix and Teama told me of what
had transpired while I was unconscious. I
thanked them for watching over me and keeping
me safe in my time of need. I recharged my
sword with energy and it sprung back to life.
I needed to resume my training, incase Gerrod
came for me again. I was surprised that he
did not attack while I was unconscious. Even
though he is ruthless, I do not think he
would have killed me like that. He would
have taken no pride in it. I traveled with
Teama to her dojo to continue to train my
mind.
We returned to her dojo to find it ablaze.
I could sense Gerrod still around. I drew
my sword and told Teama to run. She took
off back the way we came, but it was to late.
Gerrod picked her up with his clawed handed.
"One of yours’ Volrod? I think I will
kill her now."
"Never, she is not part of this."
I closed my eyes and transformed into Tyrael
once again. "We will fight again."
I drew my blade and took a fighting stance.
Gerrod pitched Teama at me, and I dropped
my blade to save her. I caught her and set
her safely on the ground and she ran from
the battle. As I set her down, Gerrod charged
a fireball in his hands. He blasted in right
into my chest. It caught me off guard and
I feel to the ground as it impacted. He moved
over to me and stared down at me, "pathetic,
I knew your friends would be your weakness."
I swept his feet out from under him and stood.
I picked up my blade and put it to his throat.
"Only you Gerrod would see friends as
a weakness." Gerrod rose to face me.
We started at each other; it was time to
fight again. We were both ready for this.
We faced off, both waiting to make a move.
We circled for a few moments and then it
happened. He rushed at me with a claw drawn
back. I anticipated his attack and raised
my blade to stop it. I drew my blade back
and went to strike him back. He took to the
sky to avoid by blow. I looked up at him,
and placed my finger on my forehead. I charged
a blast and released it towards Gerrod. Gerrod
saw me and charged up another fireball for
me. Our mighty powers collided and canceled
each other out. We were at another stalemate.
Our powers were equal. Gerrod came back to
the ground and stared down at me. "I
see your powers have grown with the coma.
You can thank me for that. It was my attempt
to kill you, but I see it did not work."
"You tried to kill me? I should have
known only you would be that cowardice."
"Be happy, I did not strike you down
while you were unconscious. You should consider
yourself lucky that I did not kill you where
you lay. I gave you a fighting chance."
"You will regret not killing me when
you had the chance." We started attacking
each other again. The fight went the same
as the first fight. Both our powers were
equal. Gerrod became enraged that he could
not over come my powers. He became reckless
in his attacks. Still he was not able to
over come me, nor I him. We both fell to
the ground. After a few moments we made our
ways to our knees. Gerrod screamed "I
could not believe that I can not over come
your power. You weakling. I despise you."
He vanished again from the battlefield. Nothing
remained where we fought. The rubble of Teama’s
dojo was even wasted away.
I gathered back my power and energy. I traveled
back to my home and collapsed on my bed.
I slept for two days. On the third day I
awoke and felt renewed. I found Teama crying
over her ruined dojo. It was her home as
well. Fenix was also doing well. Diablo had
not attacked him or his family since Gerrod
showed up. I told Fenix "this is getting
out of hand. I need to kill him soon. He
grows more powerful with every fight."
"Friend, you grow stronger as well."
"I do not know how much longer I can
hold out though. This last fight he nearly
won. It was only because he became enraged
at me. I capitalized on his mistakes to stay
alive." We continued to speak for a
few hours. Gerrod also exchanged words with
Diablo. They were both angered over my matching
Gerrod’s powers. To them me being this powerful
was unacceptable. They wanted to find another
way to try and weaken me. They tried to come
up with another plan, but they could not
think of anything at all. They had no idea
how to beat me. Fenix and I trained more
and I become stronger. I felt I was ready
for the final showdown. Me versus Gerrod.
The "Psionic Child" versus the
"Magic Child" once and for all.
I sent him a telepathic message that we would
meet and end this once and for all. He agreed
and we made our final preparations. I told
him to meet me in the isoalted woods, I found
that there was the plane only we could enter,
and only one of us could return. I left and
made by way to the isolated woods. I meet
Gerrod there, and we were ready to begin.
We both focused our transportation powers
onto a small tree, as we did a doorway opened.
We stepped though to the final plane. This
was it, time to face my destiny. We both
knew what was ridding on this fight. The
final plane was not what we expected at all.
It was vast nothingness. It was a completely
empty void of space. Nothing for us to use
against each other and nothing to worry about
destroying. After we stepped though the door
it closed behind us. I drew my sword and
he drew his, the fight was about to begin.
We were both at our finest during the fight.
We saved our transformations for later. I
called forth my first transformation. I started
to glow bright yellow and I released a might
yell. My muscles then bulged, and my skin
turned to steal. Gerrod called forth a mighty
lightning bolt that crashed down upon me.
I barely avoided the bolt. He was impressed
by my transformation, so he decided to show
me one of his. With a blast of dark energy,
he was clouded in a dark mist. When the mist
cleared, he was as tall as I was, but his
skin was back as sat cloth and was covered
in spikes. "Now, let us fight for real
Volrod." He came at me with all his
force. I took a side step and then I slashed
at his open backside. My blade made contact,
but it did not break his skin. He turned
to face me and swiped at me with a long claw.
His claw broke on my skin. Gerrod said "this
is taking us nowhere. I shall take it up
a notch." With that he summoned his
powers and embraced his demon form. His wings
shot out his back and then he took to the
sky. I called forth my deep powers and called
forth a might Psionic blast. Gerrod was not
able to stop this one. It caught him in mid
flight and he came crashing to the ground.
When he impacted he made a gigantic creator.
As the dust started to settle, he blasted
me with the biggest fireball I have ever
seen. It stuck me blind side and threw me
half way across the final plane. The fight
continued back and forth, before I transformed
into Tyrael. The arura around me started
to flicker, I was losing energy fast in this
form. I feel to my knees, breathing hard
but I pressed on. I did not want to call
Tyrael yet. I again focused my powers for
another blast, but Gerrod saw it coming.
With a slap of his hand, he deflected it
as if it was a child throwing a small rock
at him. "Is that the best you can do
Volrod?" Gerrod asked. "If it is
you are in deep trouble." He took to
the sky again and flew so high that I could
no longer see him. I knew he was up to something.
As I looked up, thunder started to race over
the sky. He was calling forth a dimensional
storm to attack me. Bolts of lightning rained
down all around me. I was no match for his
powers as they struck me down. I feel to
my knees and I lost control of my form. The
yellow aurora faded and I looked up at him.
He gazed down and me and laughed. "Pitiful"
he said to me. I looked up and him and grasped
my hand together and bashed him hard. He
fell backwards. This gave me enough time
to transform into Tyrael. I called Tyrael
forth and I became him just as I have done
before. Gerrod looked at me shocked, because
he knew the fight just turned into my favor.
I rose from my knees and I drew my holy blade.
With a quick slash, I cut his left arm off.
It fell to the ground and bust into flames.
When the flames burned out, a small red crystal
was left in its spot. Neither of us had time
to thin about it. I moved at him again, but
once more he took to the air. This time I
followed. He was charging up his lighting
attack again, but in the middle of his summon
I struck him again. This time right in his
midsection. He was mortally wounded. He knew
he was done for, but he hoped he could take
me out with him. I kicked him hard and he
fell back to the ground. I swooped down fast
and drove my sword deep inside his skull.
As my blade made contact, the final realm
started to rip itself apart at the seams.
Gerrod turned into a red stone, the size
of my Psionic stone. I could feel the magic
energy inside it. I retrieved the stone and
vanished from the final plane, just as it
destroyed itself.
I had won the fight. I fulfilled my destiny.
I walked to my cabin, too weak to teleport
and I passed out. The next day when I awoke,
my sword spoke to me "Very good Volrod.
Do you know what to do with the Magic stone?"
"I have no idea."
"You need to place in around your neck
and allow it to make contact with your skin,
just like the Psionic stone. Beware, great
power will come with both stones."
"Yes, more power. I need more power."
For some reason after I killed Gerrod I thirtsed
for more power, but not from people. I thirsted
for power from the stones. I had brought
peace to the land and I proved that Psionic’s
were better than Magic. As the stone touched
my skin I was dropped to the ground as new
powers surged though my body. My sword was
right, the powers from both stones was incredible.
I shook terribly as the new power swept over
my body. My head ached from all the knowledge
I got at once. Not only did both stones confer
power, but knowledge as well. This was more
than I ever dreamed of. "Lekannt, if
only you could see me now. I would have made
you so proud. I wish you could have lived
to see this day. Now I must fulfill the rest
of the legend. For I now know what it is.
I must destroy Avoulon. Yes I will crush
it beneath my boots. The King of Avoulon
will shutter at my powers." As I spoke,
I felt different. I felt someone else inside
me. It was Gerrod; he was responsible for
saying that. He then informed me "that
we are one in the same, and that the winner
of the fight is the dominant power of the
body." He still had partial control.
He was the one that wanted to burn down Avoulon.
I contained him inside the Magic stone and
left him there to rot. He had caused enough
problems with his powers; I did not want
him to have access to mine as well.
Diablo was in Hell laughing at Gerrod. Diablo
was now his own master again and he answered
to no one. He was pissed off by Gerrod controlling
him the way he did and he thought that Gerrod
got what he deserved. Diablo now wanted to
exact revenge on Fenix and his family for
the past. Fenix was up for the fight with
Diablo. Diablo had grown soft Fenix said.
Fenix killed Diablo with relative ease, but
Fenix said that when Diablo died, he had
a message. The message was to you Volrod.
"He wants you to return to your homeland
and look for the Alter of Tyrael. You will
find that it is a fake." That was the
message Fenix told me.
With out delay I set out for my homeland.
I moved as fast as I could, but somehow I
wanted to move faster. When I reached my
homeland it was still in ruins, that had
not changed. "The Alter of Tyrael was
destroyed I thought. It was in Lekannt’s
private study, and when I came here last
time it was not there" I thought. I
explored the remains of my school harder.
I did find that the Alter of Tyrael was where
it should have been, it was that Lekannt’s
study was moved. I opened the door to the
Alter and I moved in to investigate. The
Alter was just as I remembered it, the first
time I set my eyes upon it. I searched hard
and I found on Lekannt’s side that there
was a small button. I pressed the button
and the Alter changed. Diablo was right,
it was all fake. I was now in a room filled
with books and strange machines all over
it. I open one of the books and I started
to read from iy. "This is our latest
try at our mortal god plan. Volrod is the
name of the Psionic half, and Gerrod the
Magic half. We have great faith in this set
of twins. We feel that they will fuse and
form the mortal god that this project has
tried for generations to make."
"My whole life a lie? Was a project
of Psionicists to make a mortal god?"
All these thoughts and more ran though my
mind. As I read more of the books and studied
the machines, I fell to the ground in pain.
My body shook from pain as my powers flowed
though my body. I picked myself up and started
to read more. I found a book with an entry
of over thirty years ago and I read it to
myself. "The most recent attempts have
failed. We need to find away to increase
the power and energy the mortal body can
hold. The last set of twins both decayed
from a result of too much power in the mortal
body. We need to find away around this if
we are to move forward in the experiments.
On a persona note, I can not wait to create
the mortal god so it can crush all the gods
and rival their power." I could not
believe what I was reading. My whole life
was just an experiment, Gerrod must have
known this and that is why he destroyed the
school. That must also be why he wanted to
burn down Avoulon, it must have similar machines.
My body now started to feel like it was going
to explode. I was having a hard time controlling
some of my powers; this must have been what
the others went though. How horrible it must
have been.
I gathered as much of the books I could and
took them from the lab. I closed my eyes
and with a thought the whole lab shattered
as if it was glass. I took the books at a
small cave system that I hid in for a few
years when I first left my school. I knew
the system well and figured it would be a
nice place to rest for a few days and read
the books. As each second passed my body
felt more and more out of my control. I could
feel my raw power and energy surge though
my blood vessels. After a few days all I
could do was read, for I had lost total control
of all my body functions. A man named Jared
Flamestrikes wandered near the cave and I
called him into it where I was. I told him
that he must deliver this to Fenix Darkblade
and that he must give my sword to Teama.
He was happy to help me with it.
This part was added later, written in by
Fenix Darkblade
I traveled to the cave complex where Volrod
was said to have been. I found that cave
easily, because I could feel his power still.
I climbed to the cave and I stood and looked
in terror. Volrod was dead. He must have
killed himself, by terminating his own life
force. The very life force that he fought
to defend so valiantly last time.