Post by danteslover on Dec 20, 2005 18:39:37 GMT -5
A Gift From Below Ch. 1
Blood seemed to spurt from Caim’s sword as he slashed through the massive army that lay before him. The Empire would fall before him, even if he had to take the whole of the world out himself to see to their demise. The sound of his clanging sword could be heard from miles away, or so it seemed to the petrified Empire soldiers. The entire battlefield heard only his cries of bloodlust and orders to the men on the field, who were quickly rushing back to the castle in fear of the over-powering numbers that the enemy brought. Becoming enraged as the stronghold’s flag was lit aflame, Caim felt the blade of an opponent’s sword plug into his skin and rip at his muscle; his blood silhouetted in the dimmed sunlight. He turned with all of his rage in the swing, and ripped away his foe’s armor. A slight scream tore from the lips hidden within the iron helmet, and then the silver clad demon-man fell to the ground. Spinning on his heel, Caim raced to the castle, all the time thinking of only one thing: Furiae.
“Furiae!” Caim roared as he approached the castle doors, slashing at the guards. They blocked his sword and pushed him back a few steps with their huge weapons. They knew well he was not to be messed with, but were more than twice the size of any man, and had no fear of him. Standing at least ten feet tall, the Empire soldiers sliced at Caim with all their strength, only to have him roll out of the way and strike from behind. Both giants screamed out in shock and pain, before falling to the ground at a blast of fire, released by an angry Caim. Running to the chest near the doors, Caim broke the lock and stole the key from the box.
The doors swung slowly inward as Caim struggled to get through, the key in the rusted keyhole. Hot blood flowed down his arm from the wound in his back.
Furiae…
As the gate shifted to the sides, Caim found himself staring amazed at something in the middle of the castle entrance. “A dragon!” he breathed.
The red dragon in the center of the lobby was tied cruelly to the stone floors; it’s blood soaked the ropes and ground around it, and arrows protruded from it’s back. Had Caim not been so concerned for Furiae’s safety, he would have laughed with twisted delight at the dragon’s situation. Then, an idea came to him.
A pact! It’s just insane enough to work! That dragon won’t live unless it’s helping me…
Caim sneered as he approached the great beast; it’s eyes were closed in blessed ignorance to it’s surroundings. Coming to the front side of the creature, Caim was further dismayed to see that the dragon seemed dead. With rage welling inside him for his wretched luck, Caim raised his sword above the animal’s head and was about to plunge it down into the dragon’s skull when…
“Kill me if you so desire. But you can never dirty my soul human.” The dragon spoke with extreme and respectable dignity for it’s current position. Caim was taken aback at the sound of it’s voice, and it took him a moment to see the rekindling hope in front of him. With the rush of realization, he began his proposal.
“Tell me, do you still want to live, dragon?” he asked with all the authority he could muster into his voice.
“What?” the dragon asked in a clearly confused tone.
“A pact! There’s no other way!”
“Huh. What makes you worthy of a pact with me?”
“Worthy or not, I wish to live.” Caim said as the blood flowed down his arms and dripped from his fingers. By this time, he was leaning over, barley able to hold the heavy weapon in the air. With a shaky voice, he roared at the dragon as he lifted his weapon back to it’s full height. “Now choose! A pact or, death?!”
Blood seemed to spurt from Caim’s sword as he slashed through the massive army that lay before him. The Empire would fall before him, even if he had to take the whole of the world out himself to see to their demise. The sound of his clanging sword could be heard from miles away, or so it seemed to the petrified Empire soldiers. The entire battlefield heard only his cries of bloodlust and orders to the men on the field, who were quickly rushing back to the castle in fear of the over-powering numbers that the enemy brought. Becoming enraged as the stronghold’s flag was lit aflame, Caim felt the blade of an opponent’s sword plug into his skin and rip at his muscle; his blood silhouetted in the dimmed sunlight. He turned with all of his rage in the swing, and ripped away his foe’s armor. A slight scream tore from the lips hidden within the iron helmet, and then the silver clad demon-man fell to the ground. Spinning on his heel, Caim raced to the castle, all the time thinking of only one thing: Furiae.
“Furiae!” Caim roared as he approached the castle doors, slashing at the guards. They blocked his sword and pushed him back a few steps with their huge weapons. They knew well he was not to be messed with, but were more than twice the size of any man, and had no fear of him. Standing at least ten feet tall, the Empire soldiers sliced at Caim with all their strength, only to have him roll out of the way and strike from behind. Both giants screamed out in shock and pain, before falling to the ground at a blast of fire, released by an angry Caim. Running to the chest near the doors, Caim broke the lock and stole the key from the box.
The doors swung slowly inward as Caim struggled to get through, the key in the rusted keyhole. Hot blood flowed down his arm from the wound in his back.
Furiae…
As the gate shifted to the sides, Caim found himself staring amazed at something in the middle of the castle entrance. “A dragon!” he breathed.
The red dragon in the center of the lobby was tied cruelly to the stone floors; it’s blood soaked the ropes and ground around it, and arrows protruded from it’s back. Had Caim not been so concerned for Furiae’s safety, he would have laughed with twisted delight at the dragon’s situation. Then, an idea came to him.
A pact! It’s just insane enough to work! That dragon won’t live unless it’s helping me…
Caim sneered as he approached the great beast; it’s eyes were closed in blessed ignorance to it’s surroundings. Coming to the front side of the creature, Caim was further dismayed to see that the dragon seemed dead. With rage welling inside him for his wretched luck, Caim raised his sword above the animal’s head and was about to plunge it down into the dragon’s skull when…
“Kill me if you so desire. But you can never dirty my soul human.” The dragon spoke with extreme and respectable dignity for it’s current position. Caim was taken aback at the sound of it’s voice, and it took him a moment to see the rekindling hope in front of him. With the rush of realization, he began his proposal.
“Tell me, do you still want to live, dragon?” he asked with all the authority he could muster into his voice.
“What?” the dragon asked in a clearly confused tone.
“A pact! There’s no other way!”
“Huh. What makes you worthy of a pact with me?”
“Worthy or not, I wish to live.” Caim said as the blood flowed down his arms and dripped from his fingers. By this time, he was leaning over, barley able to hold the heavy weapon in the air. With a shaky voice, he roared at the dragon as he lifted his weapon back to it’s full height. “Now choose! A pact or, death?!”
