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Hazeel Rises

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Suddenly, there was a horrid howl and we all gazed out the cracked window to spot another entry to the gory battle raging. Werewolves were bounding across the blood-stained grass, ripping apart knights and hurling them into the air.

“He brought wolves,” Cameron groaned. But Mac looked as startled as his victims.

“I did not. But if they’re helping me destroy your forces, then I won’t complain,” Mac spat and then all the fury raged out of me and I dived at the horrid man. But Mac instantly parried with his black sword. He then slashed at my stomach and I managed to leap on the bed. Mac twisted his sword. I ducked the swinging metal hilt and it instead thundered into Clare’s head. She screamed and collapsed on the floor, unconscious!

“Clare!” Stephen leapt over the sheets and felt a massive bruise on his sister’s forehead. Fury erupted in the young man as well and he carefully removed the sword out of Cameron’s stomach and then hurled it through the air. But Mac easily caught it and sliced Stephen on the arm. He yowled in pain and nearly slipped on the strewn sheets. Then Mac strode after me. I gasped and slashed as furiously as possible. But Mac was an alleged swordsman, blocking everything with the greatest of ease.

“Stephen! I need help!” I cried as Mac thrust his two weapons at my shoulders. I managed to duck and bowel into the villain and he collapsed into a drawer, shelves toppling over him. Stephen took his chance and dived, ripping a sword out of Mac’s hand. But he instantly recovered and slashed at Stephen. Soon, the swords gained pressure as they pressed against each other, each trying to rip through the other blade and devour flesh. I gripped my sword and then lunged at Mac’s stomach. But the man quickly kicked Stephen away and blocked. We engaged in swordplay, ducking and slicing. Stephen returned to the fray. When would this end?

11-Feb-2011 03:35:39 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2011 18:21:23 by Hazeel Rises

Hazeel Rises

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The house was crumbling quickly. The eastern side was utterly ablaze in flame and the werewolves knew it. Therefore, they tried to dispose of the enemy forces as quick as possible. But the human meat was more resistant then expected. Irena had rushed through the portal and called for the aid of Rimmington military.

And thankfully enough, the town herbalist had strengthened their powers and were driving the vicious wolves towards the smoldering inferno. Sir Vyvin ripped the head off one werewolf just as his friend was mauled by the claws of another. King Vallance, although injured, picked off as many as possible with his bow. Mac’s guards had been quickly wiped out when Rimmington had arrived and now the vicious wolves were the true problem.

But upstairs, situations were still rank as Alathazdrar approached the weakened Mike. This is the end! He thought as the vicious demon grasped him roughly around the chest and then hurled him through the flames. Mike screamed as the fires engulfed him. And then he emerged and crashed with a thud on the bloody ground. A werewolf hissed, noticing fresh meat and thundered towards him. Mike quickly rolled, diminishing the flames, ignoring the searing pain in his skin and the possibility of fractured bones.

He then grabbed a nearby dagger and slashed the werewolf between the eyes. It yipped with pain and then died. But Alathazdrar soon leapt through the flames, untouched. The ground cracked as he arrived, his eyes burning with fury. Mike shook with fear, grasping naught but a dagger. He was going to die!

Mac slashed a final vigorous lunge and at last, the sword was hurled from my hands. Mac laughed madly and slashed me. I gasped in pain as the streak of blood wetted my shirt and I collapsed on the floor.

“No!* Stephen shouted and dived forward but Mac easily kicked the warrior away. Lifting up my sword, Mac pointed two blades at our necks. I lay groaning on the wood floor, blood seeping down.

11-Feb-2011 03:35:46 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2011 18:24:02 by Hazeel Rises

Hazeel Rises

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I had to resist the pain! Yet a light started to shimmer and I realized I was dying. Mac sneered with triumph.

“I overestimated you,” he spat, then prepared for the final lethal blow.

“But what about me?” a cracking voice inquired and then an arrow ripped through Mac’s sword arm, blood spurting everywhere, and he dropped the sword. And then the light flickered off as a final surge of determination bubbled out of me. I lifted the sword and then cleanly decapitated the villain. Stephen gasped as he hoisted himself to his feet. The headless corpse of Mac wavered for a second before collapsing, blood pouring onto the floor. I clutched my chest and grabbed a bed sheet, hoping it would act like a tourniquet. Cameron was clutching a bow hazily, summoning his last bit of strength to save our lives.

“Good-bye,” the ranger murmured distantly.

“You’re not dead!” Stephen pledged, but Cameron had quickly shut his eyes. I rushed over and checked my friend’s pulse, tears gathering in my eyes. But to my utter relief, he was just unconscious. And then Clare stirred.

“What happened?” she inquired, staring at me.

“Mac’s dead. And I think we will be too,” I murmured as a pillar suddenly collapsed and flames licked down on us. It appeared that Mac’s presence had held back the fire, but now that he was dead, the inferno arrived. Clare screamed as I pulled her out of the way and the ceiling collapsed, stone blocks and plasters of flames thundering down, blocking the window. Stephen picked up Cameron and we quickly crashed through the thin wall as flames engulfed the area. Smoke billowed down the hall.

“Hello?” I coughed, then noticed a light nearby. We quickly clambered through a chunk in the wall and then dived for cover as the final supports were demolished and the house finally collapsed, the flames hiding the wreck of stone.

11-Feb-2011 03:35:53 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2011 18:26:23 by Hazeel Rises

Hazeel Rises

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All of Mac’s fake accomplishments, his priceless artifacts and tokens, were destroyed, yet I felt no remorse. We lay panting on the grass before noticing that the battlefield was devoid of warfare. A few White Knights were sticking a flag of victory into the corpse of a werewolf. Irena was hugging a hurt Mike. Vallance limped after them. They’d won the battle! We summoned enough strength to drag Cameron over. Mike twisted around to spot us.

“You guys all right?” he panted.

“Mac’s dead! Cameron’s hurt!” I sighed.

“Don’t worry, the herbalist will take care of him,” Irena promised. I raised my brow with confusion.

“The story is…is that Alathazdrar had betrayed Mac. He was bringing werewolves in on order of Morytania. But we disposed of them. Irena called for help and Rimmington arrived with an herbalist. We destroyed those forsaken wolves! Alathazdrar fled when he realized the battle was hopeless. But the wolves are all dead,” Mike explained. I sighed with relief. The last thing we needed were agents of Morytania.

“Thank you for saving my daughter,” Vallance murmured to us before beckoning specifically to me.

“Can you get Cameron to safety?” I inquired.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Clare promised before kissing me lightly on the cheek. My eyes lit wide with surprise, but my friends had already left, leaving me alone with the king, who smirked.

“I think it’s time you know the truth about Falador. The ugly truth,” Vallance murmured. I nodded and the king led me away. Little did we know that we had stepped over two pairs of footsteps leading into the distance. One was the clunky hooves of Alathazdrar. And the other set was that of a wolf, both leading towards the city of Falador.

To be Continued…

11-Feb-2011 04:37:25 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2011 18:28:28 by Hazeel Rises