Pt 1-Ch:3- Azark's First,True , Battle
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Ch: 3- Azark's First, True, Battle
Hours later, Azark was awakened by the heat and light of a flame along with blood curdling screams rattling through the floor. He cracked his eyes slightly to find his mother's lifeless body staring blankly at him. Azark sprung to his knees and grabbed his mother by her shoulders, pulling her up to his face, yelling ," MOM! Mother! Wake up!! Mom! There's fire over there mother! You gotta get up!!" His voice began cluttering with tears, he choked up and began to cry, balling his eyes out into his mother's chest. He had noticed a deep stab wound in her stomach, a long slash on her arm, and an arrow or two sticking from her back." She's dead…" Azark mumbled…" no…she…she can't be dead…no…who? What? MOTHER!?" Azark quickly ran out of tears to cry. His eyes dried into anger, red becoming crimson and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Azark looked to his left, dropping his mother's body, and reaching for the sword he grasped tightly the handle. Azark was then again imbued with even more power, the jewel filling his veins once again with the elixir of strength everlasting. Grasping the sword, Azark was consumed with a urge to fight…to redeem…to destroy all that stands in his path.
He ran out of the house through a hole in the wall he cut as he was dashing. Breaking through the wall, Azark was greeted by a small army of undead and rouge ne'ere-do-wells, they all diverted their attention to the boy, glowing in a bright aura, eyes shining red. The horde came rushing towards him, swords, maces, axes, spears, and spells all ready to annihilate him. A volley of arrows rushed towards him whistling as they flew through the air, a line of black neared and neared, suddenly being all burnt to their tips with the swing of Azark's blade. It had ruptured the power of fire and blasted the wood, incinerating their mass in an instant. The horde had continued to near, snarling and roaring, a spear spun towards Azark. The boy flung out his arm and allowed the tip to cut deep into his mussel, blood dripping quickly from the wound. Azark emitted a roar of anger and pain, running head first into the approaching horde, an undead solider slashed at him, to only have his sword cut in half, and in a split second, a blade slicing through its skull, splitting it down the center. Azark swung his blade swiftly around, blocking a giant's axe, knocking it out of its hands, making it fly into the body of a near by solider. Azark then thrusted the point of his wepon into the beast's chest. Suddenly, with a quick slice to the side, he tore it in half. He continued to dice the beasts, wounds rapidly built up on his body, but somehow, the jewel gave him strength to live. After a few more minor wounds to the legs and the destruction of his enemies, a brigade of a few Shadow Knights, those whom were trained personally by the great Shadow himself. These were elite warriors under his direct command and were now slowing trotting twords the small boy. Azark took a step back, he had only heard of these things in stories of his ancestors, fear was quickly overcoming the boy, but with a sudden jolt of power from his Kissonotin, he braved on. " you…you have killed my mother…my family…my friends….I shall avenge them…now…with this sword I hold…I will destroy you…" Azark said with the voice of not only a ten year old, but the determination of a emperor.
Azark Ran forward, his blade held sharpend end out at his side, he jumped and raised his weapon at the three knights walking solemnly toward him. He came down strongly only to meet the blade of another, he was deflected and sent to the ground. The knight reduced the boy's attempts to a pathetic excuse for a child. Azark got back to his feet, shaking and rattling, his skin paling from the loss of blood. His hair was drenched with the blood of his enemies, and he was dripping pain from every limb. The jewel glowed an even brighter light in response to his pain, granting him even more strength as he neared death. He grasped the sword one last time, dashing to the knight at his left, swiftly being blocked. But this time, Azark took his blade from the other's before he could be knocked back yet again, and swung into the side of the knights armor, piercing it and cutting into his skin that lie beneath. The enemy grabbed his side, dropping his own wepon. Azark finished the job swiftly with sharpend sword to the neck of the knight, smoothly slicing it into two. A rain of blood stained his blade. The boy, now driven to blood lust, picked up the knights scimitar from the ground, holding the two weapons easily at his sides, and then launching forward in a mad twist, diving in for the slaying on his next enemies. He locked blades with another, to be pushed back again this time, his second sword being banished from his grip. And in the confusion, the knight we was currently fighting moved swiftly to the side, allowing his comrade to cleanly slice down into Azark's eye, a pain unimaginable. Azark screamed and without hesitation swung his blade madly, cutting the, rightfully in his mind, filthy attempt of a knight, diagonally into three pieces. The last remaining was now watching in horror. "You…your next…you will die for this...slowly and painfully…I will banish your soul from this earth!" Azark muttering words he did not understand, speaking in a toung expected for someone at least triple his age. Azark's one working eye was glowing, a possessed look in it, shimmering with a anger and pain unseen by normal people in his time. Azark slowly picked up a spear sitting close to him, throwing it precisely into the stomach of his enemy. As the dark one attempted to dislodge it from where it resides in his belly, Azark appeared behind him, his blade of ancestry in hand. "You will die now…your soul will be freed from the grasp of evil, I shall repent your body and mind…may you rest in peace" these were the last words of the small boy before he plunged his sword deep into the enemy, killing him instantly. Only moments later, after Azark killed his final assailant, he passed out again, falling to the ground with a loud thump.
Stay alert for my next chapter! ( Ch:4- A Time to Live...)
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