Ch:5- Before the Sun Rises
Azark Went slowly up the stairs to his room, he had no bags or extra clothing to carry, but he felt a weight unlike any other. It was anticipation. He didn't want to wait five days for his training; he didn't even want to sleep. The boy's mind was too filled with knights and heroes. "I'll be one of them one day...ill help people...ill save people...I will finally be able to fulfill my dreams mother...ill do you prouder than you ever imagined...just wait and wish me luck", he thought to himself. The child wanted nothing more than to please people, to help others...to make sure no one suffered the loss he felt two years ago. "I'll become a mighty knight...ill be clad in the blackest of shadow forged amour...my swordsmanship will surpass that of anyone in this country...ill learn magic, to harness the many powers of this world...ill travel and banish evil once and for all...Shadow...The Lord of Darkness...The Mighty Necromancer...The Desrolian Remorse...Shade...You are my target...you will die...your reign of pursuing terror will be brought to an end...I swear it on my life..." And with that, Azark pushed on his door, and to his surprise, it opened without the key," Faulty locking...not so safe..." But as he said this, he looked up from the door into his room. There, a darkly cloaked woman stood in waiting. Then she slightly raised her torn, faded, wide brimmed hat and took a slight glance at the look of Azark. She said then to herself," Only a kid? Hmp...They send a professional assassin like me to kill something as pathetic as...wait..." she stopped for a moment and took a closer look at the stunned boy, examining his every detail, she continued talking, this time to the boy," You!?...One red eye...long, shimmering, black hair...A blade half your size...Are you of the Van'Hoven line!?"
Azark now began looking at his seeming enemy, examining her flowing black cloak, dagger clenched in her fist to her side, bright white hair that came elegantly from her hat, falling to her shoulders and parted down the center," This is not something I expected my first day in Haotin...do you people always have to ruin my best days? I was truly happy...finally...in two years I felt real happiness, I found my destination, my ticket to protecting those whom I love...YOU! If you want to kill me...attack me...we will fight....I WILL win..." The woman proceeded to laugh at the boy's seemingly falsely claimed strength and then beckoned him," Ha! Boy, you need'nt speak so boastfully...you'll die quickly with my dagger through your heart...you wont feel a thing darling" she then laughed for a moment, holding her stomach to anger the boy even more.
Azark, now seeing this as an opening in her defense, pulled his sword from his shoulder and, with a flash of blinding speed, swung his great blade into the woman's side. He then, unexpectedly, missed, and hurtled himself to the ground in the weight of his weapon. The lady was suddenly above him, stomping down on his back as he lay helplessly on the ground," Child...you could have hurt someone with that wild swinging of yours...you'd best leave the sword to your daddy, you might poke your eye out" She said, talking down to him in a tone such enough to top a psychologist's temper over the edge. The Kissonotin shone brightly in his blade. This caught the woman's attention...then, talking under her breath, she said," I see...this is what they were worried about...no problem for me if he knows not how to use it." But Azark heard this. The blade shone with a great power and a black aura began leaking out, enveloping the boy's body. He pulled his arm from under his sword and, in a quick burst of strength, pushed himself up and the woman off of him. She fell to the ground with the unexpected force from the boy." I told you...you cannot win this battle woman...if you do not leave here now... I will be forced to kill you..." Azark said as his voice became also intertwined with another, a deeper one, and a darker one.
"I will never surrender to a weak boy like you! You have seen nothing!" she shouted at him, then with her eyes shining black, she yelled the incantation," Axphil Furltre!" Just then, five blades formed from the shadows, floating around her in perfect unison. Quickly, whence they all circled her a few times, the blades flew forward towards Azark's newly risen body. He, like the volley of arrows from so long ago, flung his own weapon into the air, following it was a screen of light that banished the shadowy assailants as they touched. "I harness the elemental powers of Kissonotin...no matter what you may decide to throw at me... I will counter... and I will win..." Azark said as he took the time of his enemy's shock to run up to her and speedily dice a small wound in her stomach. She grabbed her cut and attempted to mend it with another dark spell, but in her activation, Azark slashed again, this time, vertically, cutting through a tendon or two of the forearm that she was holding her weapon in, causing her to drop in and grasp herself in pain. But relentlessly, Azark continued, slicing and barely missing cutting of full limbs, knicking a wound into her now and then. Soon, she ran out of room to run, previously aided by the spaciousness of the room, she was now backed into a corner. Face to face with the young knight now, she began speaking before he were to kill her," Stop! I will leave, return a failure in my assassination... My name in Sin... you'd best remember it, because I will be back again...but things will be different next time..." she cut herself off for a moment, to allow one last attack from the boy come, only to break a hole in the wall big enough for her escape. She slipped out of the wall, freefalling the thirteen stories to the ground, disappearing into the shadows half way down. Then, from nowhere, her voice tailed Azark's ears. Finishing her words now, she said," Next time you will die boy... I will wait five years...I hope you will learn to control your power... I look forward to fighting you again in the future..." but the voice faded out into the darkness. Azark was left, only half in control of his own mind and body, standing aimless in the darkness of his unlit room. "What just? Where did she? How did I?" he asked himself, but his answers would not come. Azark just proceeded to drop his blade, allowing the power to be taken from him, pick up a lantern from the wall, light it, hang it back up, and then take a look around him. There were cuts in the walls, chunks taken out of the floor, and the small stone statue that once stood in the corner was shattered into many pieces." I know not how I will explain this one....ha-ha" Azark said, his voice returning to its boy-like tone. He turned to his left, now seeing a large bed, threw all care to the wind and lay down. Instantly now, the boy feel asleep, exhausted from his previous fight.
He dreamt now about more things he was questioning, more stories he had wished to foretell, and more lives he were to save...he dreamt of three figures, a female with a cloudy past, a boy with a small dream, and a prince who had no thoughts of royalty...these people seemed to be strong...they seemed to be courageous....they seemed to be his friends.
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