Gods and Kings - The Sword of Black Flames -
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This novel is created with the help of:
Publishing House Wing® 2020
Author- Nedyalko ‘Black Wing’ Delchev.
Editor- Nedyalko Delchev.
Gods and Kings: The Sword of Black Flames® © 2020.
This project has been lingering inside my thoughts for quite some time now, and I think it is time for it to see the light of day. It is a sequel to the “Black Creatures from the Light” and the “Chronicles of Black” Trilogy novels. It is a brand-new story, with a new protagonist, and of course antagonist. It is going to be light, and not take much time of the readers for it is going to be straight to the point. This is the final adventure for the Wing lineage.
Content:
Prologue-…
Chapter 1- ~Tournament of Royalty~…
Chapter 2- ~Training with Embers ~…
Chapter 3- ~Awakening Fire ~…
Chapter 4- ~Elemental Spar ~ …
Chapter 5- ~Begin Royal Tournament ~…
Chapter 6- ~Duel of Flames ~…
Chapter 7- ~Second Phase ~…
Chapter 8- ~Exiled ~…
Epilogue…
“Even in peaceful times, there still comes a day where evil once again tries to defy the utopia. When that happens, no one knows what sort of calamity is going to take place. No one knows how much blood shall be shed…All folk know…is war.”
Ned Black.
Enjoy the Story!
Prologue
It has been some time since I shed some kind of information about, about anything in that matter. It has been two thousand years after the “Supreme War”. I remember saying once, that there was nothing else after it, but I tend to forget sometimes. There was in fact an event that, well quite harshly shook us. It took marely some months to clear things up, which was why it slipped from my mind last time. Now, this is not my story, this is a tale about my kin, and how he, and with the help of my friends, managed to stop the evil in this land for good. I will, to give some sort of clarity of how our small region operated after the War, before I continue with the story. Some many years before we moved in the skies, and locked ourselves from the Earth, we constructed many, many villages, towns, and castles. Managing to convince some people to join our land, we created four kingdoms. For it took some years for the inhabitants to remain the same, in the end, it turned out well. My son, Elkros, took over ruling the first and main kingdom, Plavzkar, the land of fire, west to Sentolia. The other kingdoms were those of Volder the land of Water, south-west to Sentolia, Azmyr land of Air, South to Sentolia and Elmarphyr land of Air, southeast to Sentolia. All had great and respectable leaders who looked up to be rightful kings. Now, the Nephilims, we no longer a true nation after the “Supreme War”, and since then, they have mostly gone extinct. However, my son, Elkros continued the lineage of the Nephilim line through his son and so on. Ravelstek Helikno Wing, my great-great-great grandson is the current and last remaining Nephilim king. Next on was the neighbor land, Volder. The ruler of the water kingdom, a decent man, managing to resort to the water element vastly than the other lands, Lorhn Jorentkor, was the king of Volder. Savero Ja’k was the ruler of the Air Kingdom Azmyr, with his serious and overwhelming control of the air element. Lastly, queen Qujila was the ruler of the Light kingdom, which was mostly a land of the descendant of angels, the light elves. She had the upmost respect of the other kings, since she was mostly considered a living embodiment of peace, though would go to war to keep that peace going. Moreover, speaking of peace, I cannot go on with this story, leaving the last kingdom, which was not really one we planned on creating, rather it was stolen, and inhabited forcefully. The land of darkness Pranormur west to Sentolia, with its king and awful demon being Kosmundur, some descendant of a demon line. They managed to bring their kingdom amidst our region and remained there for the last one thousand five hundred years. For some kind of protection, the elves managed to bring up a wall of purity, making a defense system that did not allow the demons to actually enter inside the massive region, which was some good for the kingdoms state of mind.
East to Pranormur was the ancient forest of the mages in which Reztoriziox was still a part of. North-west to that was the remaining land of dragons, which was mostly empty since the war. Mainly Sentolia, or after year 1999 after the war, it was renamed to Grentolia after having both villages Sentolia and Trevakia joining in one big village. Building big walls around it, it remained one of the villages that had mainly humans and elders that lived to keep the story of the region flowing. Thus, it was named Capital of Nepsternixa. Nepsternixa was the name for the whole region, involving all kingdoms, even that of the darkness. Now, the year is 2000 A.S.W (After Supreme War) and the peace has been there for the whole remainer of those years. Well, that was surely going to chance, and eventually cause the world in Nepsternixa to change forever. As I said before it took a fairly small amount of time to take care of the chaos that went on, but in the big aspect of things, the calamity shook the entire region to its core, and brought the rest of the events to place. I have to say that I am not entirely in the story, but I shall appear from times to times to sort things out. This story is mainly focused on one young man, Souliouz. This is his story, and his journey though the land, through the battles of Gods and Kings. Through the elements of nature…through the time of destruction and fear. This is the epic, of a man who defeats evil. Where the fire burns through his heart, and rage on the minds of all people.
“Blackious Archeous Wing.”
Chapter 1.
~The Tournament of Royalty~
The gathered masses were spreading through the whole central area of Plavzkar. Many of the sale carts and lounges were moved to make way of the large podium on which the guards were standing at. They were wearing the usual guards red and black armor on their bodies, with the helmets lifted. It was a sunny day, and all people around the center were quite intrigued about the ongoing event. Souliouz was trying desperately to take a peak and see what was going on, but it was almost impossible due to the larger crowd that was in the front rows. He could only hear what was being said.
-Citizens of Plavzkar, I am here by send from king Ravelstek to deliver a message- echoed the voice of a man, - Due to the increasing amounts of the demon residing in Pranormur, and the fact that they haven’t attacked no one in the last year, the four kingdoms of Nepsternixa have decided to form a royal’s guard. Consisting of 10 soldiers of each kingdom, they will be led by a five men upper squad of the normal guard. Now, for the construction of this royal guard, we will hold a tournament to pick the best soldiers amidst our ranks. Of course, there shall be an open challenge to regular town folk who wish to enter it. The requirements are that the participant is above eighteen years of age, and has achieved some form of control over an element. The tournament will begin in seven days, until then we shall construct a small shack at which the wanting folk can sign up for the tournament and fight alongside the other soldiers. – explained the talker.
All the people started whispering along each other while Souliouz was desperately moving along the crowd and making his way to the front. After a long struggle the finally made it. His silver-ish messy hair was distinguishable from the crowd of people. His eyes widely ran from all the soldiers on the podium to the speaker from earlier who was talking quietly with someone. The talker had a golden pin attached to his dark-red coat, probably signifying that he was something like an informant or main speaker for the king. The streaks of sweat on top of his baldhead showed just how much of a hot day it was. Once he was finished in discussing something with the fellow who still had a helmet, the larger man stepped forward and lifted his helmet.
-It is the king! –someone shouted.
After that, the whole crowd started cheering for their beloved king. Souliouz along them too. Ravelstek lifted his hand and smiled warmly at the people. It was not an enigma the fact that he was still thirty-five, at his prime and was quite charismatic. He had dedicated his life after claiming the crown from his faster Helikno, in serving the mass in Plavzkar. Building the Elder’s Sanctuary five years prior he showed compassion to all folk who were older and wiser, creating a building in their honor, where they could gather and talk about all sort of things unbothered by the kids and sellers at the center. Last year he gave away, some of his gold in order to rebuild most of the suburbs are of the living areas, in help of those who were homeless, or those whose homes were nearly collapsed. Overall, the town loved their king, and he them.
-Town folk of Plavzkar, as my loyal friend here just said, we shall establish a tournament in order for us to create a stronger force, call it an army if you will, to finally push back the demons to the hell where they came from! – said the king, lifting his both hands in the air to signal the folk to calm themselves down.
His bright firelocks started waving around from the chill air that was created from the people’s cheers and movement. Spreading like that, it pretty much looked like a children’s depiction of the sun and its rays. His blue eyes went through more or so each person, until he spoke again.
-Courage, Valor and Strength are needed in our army! For the foe is strong too and defeating it is our prime trajectory in life. We have lived for five hundred years now with them, with their dark fortress Pranormur in the way of out peace!
-But, have they attacked some of the kingdoms? Why is this necessary if there is peace? – asked one elder from the crowd.
The king’s eyes turned colder from the question, as if there was something quite serious that was being held from us.
-From our correspondence with Elmarphyr, it tells that the demons are plotting something. They have witness large fires in the far sights of Pranormur and it has been noted that the fires were ceremonial, marking some sort of big event, probably aiming at a big attack or something beyond our understanding. Which is why we are going to form this army and be ready for whatever they are planning for us! – explained the king and put an end to the announcement.
The people once again cheered for the man who waved around and swiftly ran down the podium and walked towards the castle gate. The guards quickly turned the podium to cinders with their flame combinations, leaving the center open for its usual way. The people started reopening their shops and everything, and soon the town center was back at it again with its shenanigans. The thing that looked different from the rest was the small shack, with a sign saying “Tournament of Royalty „sign up here!”” Souliouz looked at the shack and felt his palms itching. It was finally here, an opportunity for him to be a part of something he liked.
-Are you going to sign up or just look? – asked some familiar voice.
When the young man turned, he recognized his friend Shellali, who has been his friend for so many years now.
-Of course! – He nodded furiously, making his black strands in his silver hair flap around crazily.
Saying that though, made him think about something he had overlooked. His parental figure…
-I have to talk with aunty first though, I need to make sure she understands the situation…- replied Souliouz to something he asked himself.
Shellali chuckled and pushed him to go. They headed right to the main road and then turned right again towards the suburbs are where they lived. Before entering the area, the young man looked at the fire castle and felt his heart expanding from happiness. It was time…it was finally time. He was going to be a fire knight in the army of King Ravelstek. Before that, he had to gain his aunt’s agreement or he was not going to be able to do it. Not because she did not believe in him…but because he did not have his element yet…and he was already eighteen.
Chapter 2.
~Training with Embers~
The suburbs were southeast to the central market of Plavzkar. Here, Souliouz learned to live like the rest of the kids that did not really have elemental strength, yet trained hard, each day using a fake sword. People could overlook the “Lake of Elements” from that spot, and could fish there. True though, thanks to the seaweeds that had dried of on the shore it was not exactly the ideal place for aromas, being probably the foulest place in Nepsternixa, besides Pranormur. Souliouz lived with his aunt, or, caretaker, because he had been an orphan for well over his entire life, with his mother Napaha, passing away after birth, and his father, leaving before the actual birth. He turned eighteen last year, but his parental figure did not really wish to leave him the way he was. You see…he was a boy, whose childhood consisted of creating stories about knights and what not, dreaming of himself becoming a knight and rescuing princesses. He would strive to become one with each day, yet…it was not easy for a kid who could not awaken his elemental prowess. Yes, he would do well in a classic combat scenario, yet, being this sort of age where it mattered if you had some magical abilities, Souliouz would fail. Even if he did not actually fall down, something else would stop him from becoming something he always wanted to be.
-But…what do you mean, “No”?! – asked the young man looking at her with the most devastated look possible.
The woman turned to him and did not change her demeanor at all. It seemed by the looks of her apron and messy brown strands that she had trouble with the dishes…or trouble in general with her kid.
-Like, I said no and no!
The caretaker did not really care about his motives or what not; she just did not want to see him die trying to become something he would never be.
-But all of my friends are going to sign up! Please let me just give it a shot I will back down from it! – He pleaded once again.
It was not really true that all of his friends were going, mainly because he had one friend, and laying for something this small was just passable…only in order to make her accept. The woman did not bother looking at him though. The grease on the pan was fried and she was trying to remove it by scrubbing with all sorts of tools to no avail. Once she realized she was not fully concentrated on her job she threw the pan in the sink and looked at the boy with an exhausted look.
-Look Souliouz, you know I love you and care for you, but you have to realize that these friends of yours will humiliate you in front of all the people living in here. You cannot just go, sign up, enter the tournament and actually win it without your element, which is not even awaken yet- she explained as much as she could to his stubborn head.
- Besides, they wouldn’t let you enter without it either way, so there is no point of you asking me for my approval when you know very well that I disagree with it – she said calmly, sat by the table and placed her hands on her cheeks in a way of showing deep concern and sadness.
Souliouz looked at her for a minute and then sat by her too. His face looked grim and a bit misguided.
-Aunt Lomifa, I would not know what do to if I do not become a knight. You know this has been my dream from day one…and, not being one because of one simple detail is outlandish- he said with a voice full of grief.
The woman took his hand and faced his face so she could look him in his autumn green eyes. With the other, she caressed his silver strands and tried to comfort him.
-I know sweetheart, I know…it is just, ever since we entered peace, so many years ago; we have evolved further and further, without even realizing it. You know the legends of the angels coming here when the whole region was created right? – She asked him, to his amusement.
-The angels came here? Why?! – asked the boy with renewed energy.
She smirked and nodded her head.
-Why yes…they came here thanks to the “all god” – she replied looking at the sky from the small rounded window, - they came because the “all god” thought that we needed some kind of protection from the demons, if they decided to take over, as they did, but before that, the angels walked among us for a short while. They first came to Grentolia, the land of the elders and most knowledgeable among us, it is said that there lies the heart of the “all god”. Then, they headed through all lands and helped us with all they could. Some even decided to live here and create the light elves, the people from Elmarphyr. Therefore, before they went on back to heaven where they could greet the souls for their eternal rest, they managed to spread through the land an orb filled with blue powder. That powder then infused with the air, and it created the magic catalyst for the elements we can simply manipulate and fight with. The blue powder is called “Sila”. Sadly, not all people could actually awaken their elements because they did not understand how to do it, while other naturally managed to control them through emotions and simple actions as sadness. Which is why through further evolution of the mind and body of the previous millennia’s, we have reached a new standard, which sometimes doesn’t fully synchronize with our bodies…hence, you not being able to control the element – she finished and leaned back on the chair.
-Wow…how do you know all this? – asked the boy and leaned in towards her, having mixed thoughts.
-I read a lot, or did; Master Oliruew explained this material from the guild of elders in Grentolia during 105 A.S.W. It has been rewritten each ten years in order for the folk to understand more thoroughly – she pointed a big-leathered book that seemed older than earth.
Souliouz looked somewhat perplexed by the new learned knowledge, yet, did not completely understand it.
-So, some people manage to control their elements through their emotions is that right? I need to get angry at something and it will happen?! – He asked excitedly.
Lomifa laughed full heartedly and shook her head.
-No, you dummy, it only multiplies the Sila in you, it doesn’t unlock it…to unlock it…well, I don’t really know…some people aren’t born with it, or if they are, they don’t really have the same magic prowess as the others.
The boy leaned back as well and could not figure what to do but stay put and be quiet. Lomifa stood up and continued her work with the pan, managing to store some Sila in her hand and create a small ember in order for the grease to re-heat and be cleaned once and for all. He repeated her words repeatedly in his head and could not help but feel bummed out.
-Aunt Lomifa? – He tried speaking but his words fell flat.
She turned to him again, with a cleaned pan. Her face was a bit tired and worried about him
-Yeah?
The question he was about to ask, was not really considered…ethical, knowing most of the people believed in him.
-Does the “all god” really think about us? – asked Souliouz looking through the window.
That kind of hit Lomifa the other way around because she always preached to him about the “all god”, but… in a way, him asking about it soo suddenly made her feel strange.
-Yes…of course he thinks about us…each day…each day the sun rises because he prevented the great disaster of the three kings of darkness…each night we lie in our beds, safe and thankful for his actions! – She said in a way where no one could actually argue with that.
-Yes, I know you have read the legends and what not, but have you actually seen the “all god”, as we have seen king Ravelstek? Has he ever entered Plavzkar and given a speech to our people or any of the people in the kingdoms? – He asked a bit agitated by her words.
She could not counter his points because…the “all god” was near to myth, legend.
-You haven’t seen him…has even someone seen him ever here, helping with anything? No…he is somewhere in the clouds doing something and that’s it…nothing else. If that is being the god of everything then I do not really want it…I do not want to believe in someone who doesn’t give equal abilities to all or who doesn’t give a chance for those who are not capable enough to be greater! – He said and angrily left the small house, nearly knocking out a neighbor with the door.
Before Lomifa could say anything…he was long gone from the suburbs.
Later outside Plavzkar.
The small forest overlooking the “Lake of Elements” gave shadow to the people looking to enter the town. It was on both sides of the town’s outer walls, which made the whole area around it shaded and cool. The bangs coming from it though, were not that cool. Whole Plavzkar could hear the slashing attempts, even the fish in the lake would hear the banging of the sword. It was not a real sword of course; it was a toy one, completely made by Soul’s hands. It collided with one tree, then with struggle unhinged from it.
-So…Lomifa told you no? – asked Shellali.
Souliouz took another swing with the sword, and once again, people could hear the huge bump from it.
-Yeah…she told me some people are not born with this “Sila” and I will not be able to sign up due to me not having an element to control – he struggled in taking the stuck sword from the cleft it had created from the many strikes.
Without hesitation, he freed the stuck blade from the crack, and swung once again.
-One million nine hundred thousand and ninety-nine!
-Bravo’ and…yeah she is correct – she congratulated him and saw the frustration in his eyes that from the shadows looked scarlet.
Once again, he swung and counted. Another bump more noise and so on. He did not really train but get his anger out of him. It did not work… he tried to concentrate and maybe get angry, though he was already. Nothing happened because he did not know what to do.
-Look, if you want to spar, we can spar, but I cannot really help you – said Shellali, looking at his pointless attacks.
Souliouz shook his head and sat on the grass. The girl understood he needed some time to think straight and probably figure something out. Thought after the hours that passed, he still sat there, looking at the cleft. His memories brought him back to the time when he started practicing here, striking the tree and hoping one day he would do something out of the ordinary…yet, even after thirteen years, nothing ever happened. He would just try over and over again, thinking something different would occur, but…sadly nothing. Soul would scream and strike and slash and claw at the tree, even until the sun had rested and the moon had illuminated the stars in the sky. Yet...nothing would happen. The young man looking at the sky, couldn’t understand why was he left out on his dream of being something like a hero to the kids, a helpful hand for the kingdom…a well-known sir across the whole region. Was he so weak, and useless…? Bearing those thoughts in mind, he felt the heat of the anger once again. Picking up the wooden sword, he ran the steps and without even thinking, he swung the sword faster than he ever had. Three times, rapidly he struck the tree, making the cleft even deeper. Then, with a bigger swing, he slung the sword and plunged it in so hard inside the crack that his whole body shook from the impact.
-Two million and four…- he echoed and left the sword inside the nearly chopped tree.
That meant he was done…he picked his worn-out white coat and headed towards the town when someone from somewhere emerged. Dressed like an elder from Grentolia, he rather looked like a magician.
-I have to tell you, those strikes nearly blew my eardrums, boy… - he exclaimed and chuckled while running his finger through the ear, - tell me, are you eager in joining the new tournament? – asked a man, who did not look old, yet not much young.
-I…I was supposed to- answered Soul reluctantly.
The man’s eyes seemed confused.
-How so?
Souliouz was tired and did not bother to say anything. Heading towards the town, he murmured to himself.
“I’m weak”.
-Well, I beg your pardon, but I do not think so! – said the man dressed in dark robes.
His hood was covering most of his hair, but his light-purple eyes started at the boy with interest.
-How did…- he was about to ask but did not, - I am not capable to join! – He exclaimed.
-But you nearly chopped that tree over there, why do you think you are not strong? Your core and elemental prowess should be booming! – replied the man, crossing his hands.
Soul was frustrated more than before…more than ever in fact.
-Look, you probably watched me train, right? Did you see me use any elemental attack once? – asked Souliouz looking at the unknown man.
He took a second then answered.
-Well, I have to admit I did spy on you for a bit, and no…I didn’t see you use any elemental attacks at all, which if I have to be honest, I found quite strange…
Soul smiled, a smile that did not show any sort of happiness but anger from the fact that even a nobody knew he looked weak.
-Yeah, well that was because I do not have any element within me…I cannot control anything!
He was about to turn away again, when the person stopped him once again.
-What would you say…. if I could help you with that? – asked the man looking at him with a serious look.
Soul actually laughed at that and continued. Once he turned, the man was right towards him.
-How…? – He thought yet did not say anything.
His instincts were kicking in. This man was either some of the demons from Pranormur or some unknown enemy of the kingdom… He took a glance at the sword. Ten steps. It was too far. He would need three to punch him and head for the sword and maybe he would have a chance and call the guards.
-Don’t go thinking such nonsense now! I am genially asking to help you! – said the man in an agitated tone.
-Stop messing with me, why would you even do that? Besides, I know I am not eligible for Sila or any of this bullcrap! – answered Soul.
The man extended his hands and through his fingers he swiftly casted a flame. He ran it through them and then made it float in the air and then disperse into particles of embers.
-Wow…- Soul stared at the small cinders left on the ground.
-Mainly, because my thinking has made me help any creature that seeks it…That is my masters will, and as I said, I can teach you to do the same. You just need to say yes, and I will show you the ways of bending the element of your nature, as I did to so many others before you – said the man quietly and turned his back.
This was it…not only did he have another chance at this, but also, he was going to have a teacher who was willing to teach him the craft of controlling Sila. Not to mention…someone experienced.
-Wait…all right! – Said Souliouz in an instant, - But first…if you screw me over, I will make your life miserable, and second, I need to know your name!
The robed person turned around and removed his hood. His hair was dark and with the assistance of the moon, his eyes shined brightly.
-My name is Reztoriziox, The Grand Mage of “Furyosnya” and from now forth, your teacher…
Chapter 3.
~Awakening Fire~
Munching food and trying to keep up with the dinner, Soul could not really talk nor explain why he was in such mood. Lomifa tried so many times to make him explain what happened, but he had gotten soo ecstatic ever since he came back. He did not even take a breather but sat on the table and began devouring the fried goose she had prepared for diner.
-I suppose something happened in the woods? – She attempted to ask.
Soul furiously nodded his head while chewing on the salad. She smirked.
-Did you perhaps…awaken your element?
Her words were said tenderly, without any harmful intent. Soul did not bother to actually acknowledge them at the exact moment they were asked. Once he managed to take the large chunk of meat of the goose without resorting for water, he took a breather from the relief of finally eating and rested on the stool.
-Now that you are full…can you begin and explain to me what happened? – incited Lomifa, wanting to learn the news.
Souliouz nodded his head and began explaining.
-I was training, and…well nothing happened for quite some time. I attacked and attacked, but nothing activated, nor did i achieve something by raging and making the anger within control me. However, as I landed the final strike, I felt something strange. A lightness I never felt, making me move quicker than anytime. I have never handled the sword I did back then, but I guess that was a clear sign. So…I was headed here when a hooded man showed up suddenly.
-Wait, what kind of hooded man? The thief or the elder? – asked Lomifa feeling uneasy.
-The elder type, or so I thought. He did not introduce himself right then, but kept on prompting me to explain why I was not going to enter the tournament. I told him why and he disagreed in the statement of me being weak. He agreed in teaching me, without even asking, and told me he could teach me how to awaken and eventually control my element- said Soul excitedly.
Lomifa was not so sure about it, considering there were many frauds that said they knew how to work in that sort of sphere, but ultimately did not know what they were talking about.
-I am not sure about that, dear…I mean, what if he is a charlatan? – She asked worried.
Soul smiled and shook his head.
-He is a mage! – exclaimed the boy.
Lomifa nearly choked on the drink she was having. A mage??! So far from the Magic Forest?
-Did you say mage? That is impossible dear…they live so far from Plavzkar that it is laughable to even say that!
Soul remained calm and collected.
-Of course, he is, I saw him control a flame which he casted from his fingers. He said something about being the Grand Mage from “Furyosnya” or something along that – objected the young man.
The aunt was about to fall flat on the floor. “The Grand Mage” …from “Furyosnya”? That was close to impossible. Not only he was way gone from this world, but also, he had no job here…or so she believed.
-You are talking about the Grand Mage…well…I don’t believe that, but if you are happy to be taught something from this man, go along with it…but don’t expect me to consult you when you found out he is a charlatan and come licking your wounds to me – she said and took the dishes for the sink.
Souliouz did not pay attention. If she was there and saw what he did, she would be convinced that he was in fact the man he was appearing as. He went to his room, which was small enough for only him to live in. Jumping straight on the bed, he was way too exhausted to go and take a wash. The blisters on his hands were pulsating from the grip of the wooden sword but he did not really mind. It was the scars showing from the hardship of training and he was proud. Closing his eyes, he was going to be more focused than anytime from this point on. He slept like a newborn the following night.
The Next day in the forest outside of Plavzkar.
Soul was napping quietly on the rock he used to sit each day, waiting for his teacher to show up. It was brilliant of him to tell him to come early and make him wait for the person to show up.
-Wake up, we have work to do and need to practice! – resounded the voice of the mage.
Soul nearly fell on the ground but managed to keep himself up.
-I am awake! – He shouted seeing the unimpressed mage.
Reztoriziox smirked then took his robe due to it being so hot, revealing a dark two peace suit that was perfectly enticing his long and serious frame. The sun really did change a man and made him look different from before. He could not see his strong and masculine chin and the many necklaces with medallions hanging from his neck last night.
-You showed up earlier than expected which is good for you, but if you wish to make some progress for the remaining days until the tournament starts, you need to completely listen to my directions, and we could probably manage to do something… - he started speaking formally as if he was taking on a whole bunch of people at once.
-My aunt thinks you are a charlatan…- said Soul feeling a bit sleepy.
Reztoriziox got flustered for a second. Not only was the boy not even listening, but also, he was making a fool out of him.
-Listen now! ,- But she is wrong, for I have seen you deal with the fire element, plus you are a mage, which could mean that you can do some really unique stuff the rest of the humans couldn’t do, right? – interrupted Soul, looking at him with pure admiration.
The mage smirked and then ran his hand across the smoothly combed dark hair of his.
-Well, yes, you are correct we can do things normal people like you probably can’t, but you can do things we can’t either so it’s a running circle if you ask me.
Soul nodded and started stretching as usual for his training.
-Why are you here by the way? It wasn’t because my training mesmerized you? – asked the young man, waking his arms up.
Reztoriziox laughed for the first time.
-In a way, yes and no. I was traveling from Furyosnya for the Tournament. You know that all the kingdoms are forming this event and they are going to send supervisors from the magic forest in order to keep the elemental energy in bounds. Imagine having a tournament held and having soldiers fight it out in the middle of the town and leaving the particles of sila spread in the form of the element, which would destroy the town in minutes by the sheer amount of sila that is going to be used. Hence, is why I am here, but I have to admit I got distracted by your interesting means of training…- explained the mage and sat on the rock Soul was sitting at a moment ago.
-I see…well then, I guess it’s my luck you saw me, for I wouldn’t have had the strength to overcome the fact that I wasn’t going to enter the tournament without my element – said Soul, admitting he was a bit lost.
-Now, I do not really understand the fact that you need to have an element in order to qualify, for a normal soldier could be stronger, but an advanced one could be more used to fighting alongside his element. For your situation, you are a normal person, and only need to have your element awakened. Which is why we are going to concentrate on your psychical powers rather than the physical- said the mage in a calming tone, which made the young man even more eager to see his abilities flourish under the guidance of this mysterious mage.
Once the chitchat was over, Reztoriziox stated the beginning of his lesson by having Soul take form on the ground and sit tightly.
-Right, now that you are there, I need you to empty your mind and only listen to my voice. Nothing but that, right?
Souliouz nodded and did what the man asked him to do. Closing his eyes, he entrusted on the words of Rez, and spaced out in the vast emptiness of his mind. Nothing around him was no longer there, not the grass…nothing. He was in complete and eternal peace of the revolving life around him.
-Now…as you are distant from what is real and what fantasy is, I need you to imagine something. Make sure to keep your eyes closed, yet opened at the same time! Once you have that sort of thing figured out, I need you to imagine an atmosphere filled with small little blue dots that rotate around, twist, and fly in the air randomly. Those blue dots are “sila”. – He calmly said without raising his voice.
Soul followed his instructions. Keeping his eyes closed, he started feeling them more and more until he could actually see something. It was an exact copy of where he was before, yet it was filled with different flying dots, kind of like an invisible soup bubble. They shined in a blue aura that felt rather calming and cool, as if it was air that was “sila”.
-Now, that you have your imagination working properly, I need you to make a gesture with your hand as if you are grabbing sand from the shore, could you do that? – said and asked the older man.
Soul nodded, and extended his arm. His fingers touched something, which meant it was working. His fingers then ran through the air as if it was sand like Rez described. He had a handful of the blue bubble orbs in his palm.
-Now, release the grip, and turn that bubble in the first things that comes to your mind using your imagination – ordered the mage.
Souliouz somewhat hesitant released his grip and saw the bubble kind of pulsating. He had to just replace the image he was seeing with the thing he wanted.
“Fire”.
Just like that, the blue orb transfigurated and grew into a steady and calm flame that warmed his palm.
-Now open your eyes fully…- calmly ordered Reztoriziox…
Souliouz opened them…and there it was. The flame he had created. His breath stopped for a second hypnotized by the thing he pulled out.
-But...how? – asked the boy.
-Sila is floating around the wind almost each second. For a person to use it, he must first see it, which in a way you are able if you manage to enter this sort of state. Now, once you are in that state, you can manipulate it and make it bend to your will, and mostly, you can awaken your true potential…For instance, throw it at the tree – he glanced at the flame.
Soul did not wait for a second time and threw the flame that turned to a small ball that splashed at the tree, yet managed to create a burn mark.
-Wow…I did it…. I DID IT! – Happily, shouted the boy and felt such joy he did not even believe it.
-Yes, you did. However, this is just the beginning. You need to manage to pick up the ability to concentrate “sila” and coat it on weapons. For that, we would need more time. Nevertheless, for now, we will repeat this for the day and see how things will work out from there.
-Alright! Let us do it again! – Energetically exclaimed Souliouz and closed his eyes instantly seeing the floating blue orbs.
It was happening naturally, which was the best thing ever. If he went on and mastered the basics, he would ace the tournament and become a knight go on adventures and eventually…make himself well known across whole Nepsternixa. The training continued with both of them until the dawn of sun, when Soul could manipulate sila so fluently that he did not really have to close his eyes to see it, but was feeling it as radar, signaling that there was something there. The same night, Soul was not even able to eat from exhaustion, well he did with the help of Lomifa, but he was asleep the whole time.
Chapter 4.
~Elemental Spar~
Calmness. Focus. Patience. Sitting put on the grass, Souliouz repeated those words in his head. Those words were in a way, motivational, were a key in keeping him balanced in the art of having his mind cleared out of the rest. Yes, it did make him pinpoint them in a matter, which some would not consider total emptiness, but in his sort of way, Reztoriziox knew that the young man would understand the lesson, and learn to keep his thoughts in check. Three days have passed since they trained for the first time, and to take him lightly was an understatement, because Soul was not only a quick leaner, but a thinker as well. They managed to master two key techniques that would not only make him better, but also help him advance further in the upcoming tournament. Only three days remained, and he was looking forward to that day, knowing he could not only be the top winner, but also finally be a knight he always wanted to be. During their training sessions, Reztoriziox got informed that there would be two sections of the tournament. The qualifier and the ranking rounds. That would mean that the first ten people that manage to handle the first round, would have to go to the second and fight for the rank they are going to be picked in. Knowing his strength, he would be at the bottom, yet he would be there, which was the most important thing.
-Are you going to meditate all day or spar like you promised?! – asked someone sounding familiar.
Opening his eyes, he was firstly greeted by the shining sun and its blinding rays. It was somewhat nice to have your vision back, rather than closing your eyes for hours and more.
-What time is it?
Shellali looked at the sky and smirked.
-It is around launch-time, why? – She asked looking at him a bit curious.
He shrugged his shoulders and attempted to get up. All the bones in his body then cracked and made a bone chilling noise. Stretching for a bit, Soul was ready to do anything.
-I have been here since dawn, and honestly, I think this meditation thing actually works – he said, rotating his shoulders and doing squats.
The young girl was not that impressed by that, but by the sheer commitment of his. Before he had a teacher, he was stubborn, but he would eventually lose hope seeing that there was not really a point in doing something repeatedly, expecting something different to happen, yet he did it…each passing day. However, the last couple of days since he met with this mage, Shellali could sense some change in his overall demeanor. Not only just focused, but also in a way, determined to be better than the rest.
-How do you feel? – asked the girl all of a sudden.
She did not know why the question popped in her mind. Soul looked equally perplexed.
-Yeah, I am alright. Why do you ask?
This time she shrugged.
-I do not know, I wanted to see if you are okay now that you have managed to control “sila” and all – she said a bit flustered.
Soul smirked and finally stopped stretching.
-I have never felt better than now! Moreover, I wouldn’t ask you to join me in sparring if I was not one hundred percent, right? – He answered looking at her with a fire in his eyes.
She nodded and smiled. He really had changed, for the better. That previous darkness of the anger was gone, and she was glad she would be able to fight with this Souliouz.
-Now, I guess we need to use wooden weapons, right? – asked the boy looking around for his sword.
Shellali once again nodded and helped him look for his sword, which he last used a day ago. She was going to use a wooden sword as well, in order for the sparring to be equal for both opponents. Making sure to be ready for the tournament, she had taken a spare chainmail just in case something went out of hand. Equipping it over her usual blue blouse she gave one for Soul who argued they did not need it, but ultimately wore it.
-Alright now, for the rules I guess we can have whoever falls on the grass first losses? – suggested Soul, to the affirmation of Shellali.
Now that both of them were equipped and ready they formed a small circle, in which they would spar and readied their stance. Shellali was going for the lower, while Soul a middle sword stance.
“Now, I know you have some experience with the sword, but I guess an advice or two isn’t that bad. Always aim for the torso or some other parts. Not only is it easier for you to block if they attack from above or below, you could parry from the middle stance. “– echoed the voice of his teacher in the mind of the boy.
Taking a small breath, he took a few steps towards her. She did the same. Both swords then collided with a redundant bump. Her strength was not underestimated, knowing her massive control over her element. Soul then made a swift attempt to attack her under the shoulder, but she equally quickly managed to move away and launch a counter aiming at his calf. Soul moved away just in time for him to rotate around and land a hit in her back, when her hand twisted strangely and managed to block that too. Then both returned to their places and again started approaching each other taking small steps.
-You have gotten more wary about your legs! – complimented Shellali.
Souliouz smirked and took a few steps to her.
-And you have made progress regarding your open back! – returned the boy and attempted to stab her headfirst.
She did not expect that, but managed to use his inertia and the surface of the sword for her to duck, rotate and attack right between the calf and Achilles. The boy squinted from the faint pain but then he himself managed to rotate, using his hand as a stabilizer and slash her thigh. This time she squinted but moved away and casted a small fire particle that launched at Soul. He rolled and managed to avoid it.
-Now, we can use the elements, right? – She asked, thinking he was thrown off.
-Of course, I called you here to fight, not pretend! – He answered and lifted his palm.
A small particle of fire then started spreading around his palm until his hand was engulfed in it. Shellali thought he was making a shield, thought it was quite the opposite. Souliouz ran the fire napkin over the surface of the sword, coating it with flames.
Fire Coat- Sword of Flames!
Shellali could not believe her eyes. Not only he was casting magic, but also, he was controlling it to the point of coating it. Soul smirked again and remembered his master.
“Not only can you coat your weapon but your entire body. However, in most cases you need the weapon. Therefore, in order for you to manage to coat it, you have to follow the basic rules I thought you. Imagine the blue dots, grab a portion of it, and then use that “sila” imagining that there is a flame. That is how you coat.”
Soul had to practice that move probably twenty times until he got it right to the point, he could pull it off each time. He no longer needed to close his eyes either. His belief that there was magic was the main source of the power. Swinging the sword, he made a slash that send a fire wave towards the girl. Snapping her out of her amusement, she rolled as did Soul earlier and send her counter at him, in the form of a larger fireball. He slashed it clean, but did not predict her launch towards him. Aiming towards his legs he thrusted the sword in the ground stopping it by unleashing the flames in the ground and blocking at the same time.
-Wow…I cannot believe you control it so fluently! – She admired his improvement, - But now it is my turn.
She coated her sword with a rotating flame, and did a strange movement with it.
Fire Coat- Rotating Tornado Fury!
Soul was taken back from the mass of the attack. Not only it was huge compared to his, but also it was faster. A spinning tornado like wave came at him as if it was wind that pushed him. Thinking quickly, he started the “sila” concentration as fast as possible. Words from his master once again emerged in the surface of his mind.
“Next is concentrating “sila”, in a way recovering the sila you used earlier but obtaining more, a faster and more practical way. Since the normal way of obtaining it is limited to the amount, you can grab, while “concentration” is significantly faster. For it to happen, you need to imagine a point in your palm that is going to act as a target. Using the target, imagine the blue dots around coming at the target at a faster pace and fusing within it. That way, not only you are concentrating your “sila” back, but could cast it as well.”
Using his mentor’s instructions, he started pulling the “sila” from the air to him targeted palm. It flew and mixed with it, allowing him to bend it however, he wanted.
Fire Cast- Shield of Embers!
It was just in time for the tornado. The large shield of fire managed to completely block the incoming attack. He used it the distraction of the dispersion of the flames to move away from the point. Shellali was amazed and impressed at the same time. However, she could not believe how he managed to pull that off. The next thing she knew was that he was behind her. Both swords collided one another again, but Soul had an even brighter idea. Releasing his grip with one hand he casted a flame particle of the feet of the girl. She moved away, but that was exactly what he wanted her to do. Using both hands, he disarmed her by knocking her sword away and attempted to slash her, which made her flinch, though he only pushed her slightly. She fell on her bottom. The frustration that followed was quite the spectacle. Soul kept a record of their win to lose ratio, and with this win, he was leading with 123 to 120. Helping her back up, he quickly dusted her off. She got flustered once again, but it was all good. In a way, she was spectating his prowess and its spectacular evolution over the past days.
-I have to admit, you have improved…enormously over the last days – she said and patted him on the back.
Soul got flustered himself and thanked her for coming to help him with the sparring. It was already passing time for launch so he invited her over to his house. Over the way, they discussed the training ways he committed to in order to gain this sort of progress.
-So, how is this teacher of yours? – She asked him, looking at his relaxed eyes.
He started explaining the way he trained him, his instructions and his very own way of thinking in the battlefield.
-Sure, he may be strong and all, but he is quite humble about it…makes me feel like I should follow in the sort of notion and aim to be stronger- he explained to the curious girl.
-That is the strangest way someone has ever explained “sila” gathering to me yet, but I guess this mage has a point. Where is he now by the way, I thought he was going to overlook our spar? – She asked as they entered through the main gate of the town.
Both then turned left towards the suburbs and continued towards Soul’s house.
-Well, his master told him to go and check if the arena for the tournament was safe and had the magical barriers all set up and all- explained Souliouz.
-I thought he was the master of the mages?
Soul though so too, but there were still some things he did not know about his teacher so he could not really confirm. They finally reached his house and entered quite wildly, knowing Soul was as hungry as a cow. Lomifa greeted both of them with a large bowl of beef stew and corn.
-How did the sparring go? – She asked her nephew.
Souliouz grinned and started explaining how Shellali was brutally defeated and so on. They ate quite a lot and later went on for a walk around the town. Soul then remembered something quite crucial.
-Hey, Shel…I forgot to sign up! – He exclaimed and started running towards the center.
She laughed all the way towards the booth for registration.
-Once an idiot, always one! – She giggled when he wrote his name on a piece of paper.
Souliouz, Age: 18. Element: Fire, Weapon: Sword. He handed the paper to the soldier that was running things and turned to face Shellali who was still laughing.
-We have three more days for training; we had better get to it! – He said seriously and looked at the girl whose eyes were shining when she was looking at him.
She nodded and grabbed his hand.
-Well, let us go train even more then! – She pulled him and then headed for the forest once again.
Once the day was over, both of them needed at least ten hours of sleep. Once the wait for the tournament was over…both of them felt their hearts, felt them furiously beat.
Chapter 5.
~Begin Royal Tournament~
Plavzkar was filled with folk. From each direction, Souliouz could see the gathered masses, eager to witness the fights in the Royal Tournament. He himself could have been one of them if he did not sign up for it three days ago…but now he was a participant, a nervous one at that point. Sitting with Reztoriziox on the benches in the watcher’s side, his feet were nervously shaking the wooden panel under them. It was not because the construction was wacky, but because his nerves were playing him. The arena took two days to be build, and by the looks of it, it looked stable. The watcher’s side was something like a big area with benches. The fighting pit, in the center of it, exposing the fighters for the seers. While the watchers’ seats were on the far-right side, where it was safe for them to watch, on the far left, were the backstage rooms they had to use to equip their gear and what not. Soul was not there because he still had some time before his fight against whomever they picked for him. First was Shellali, so cheering for her was his priority now, even if his stomach was quite upside-down from all the people around him.
-You need to calm down- whispered Reztoriziox who had just returned from the arena preparations.
Soul looked at him who in general looked calmed.
-Easy for you to say…you will not have to fight in there! – He said, feeling the breakfast jiggling around.
Rez smirked, and took a handkerchief from his flashy dark cloak and handed it to the young man. Soul took it hesitantly.
-It is for the nerves…just keep it close to your mouth – he instructed and looked at the men that were making sure all people were seated properly.
Soul covered his mouth with it and instantly felt relieved. It smelled like fresh grass with a hint of mint.
-This is from Furyosnya, it is an herb used to calm down nerves and occasionally keep your breath fresh – he said and chuckled to his amusement.
Soul smirked to his joke and looked as the final people were taking their seats. They were mere minutes before the fight was to start.
-I heard you managed to up Shellali in your recent spar? – He asked looking at him seriously.
Soul nodded and felt energized from the memory.
-Yeah, I used the coating technique and the concentration one, with addition to the defense tactic you described in order to win – he explained proudly.
Rez nodded and congratulated him on having achieved a different level of fighting.
-Now, what do you think? Is Shella going to win or not? – asked the mage looking genuinely intrigued.
Soul nearly got up from his seat.
-Of course, she is! Do not think that when she is a girl, she is not strong! We are 123 to 120! – answered the boy fiercely.
The mage lifted his hands in a sign of defense.
-I never said she is not strong. I just wanted to see your view on the matter. The sweeter gender is not to be underestimated in any regard, whatsoever. I knew some strong woman back in the day – explained the mage.
Soul sat back down satisfied with his answer, yet curious to learn about his previous adventures.
-Who were they? – asked the boy, glaring at the mage and his formal attire.
-Angels, well, were, both leaders of the once previous army, they sat on the table of the races with the all god and me.
Souliouz was about to explode from excitement. His teacher sat with angels…and the ALL GOD?
-Wait, wait, you mean to tell me, you know the “all god”? – He asked having forgotten his previous anxiety.
He nodded.
-Yes, but that is a story for another time, the fight is about to start - he pointed out and Soul got quiet.
They both directly saw how Shellali entered the fighting zone and waved at the people. Soul started cheering loudly, and so the first battle of round one, was about to begin. Her outfit was purely white, with only her hair being distinguishable among the armor. She had a small chainmail just like the last time, however now; it would come in handy since the battle was not going to be with wooden swords, but with real ones. Except for her opponent, who was clearly going to use a short one-hand spear. Soul did not know his name, but his attire; all dark green showed he was someone who was not going to play nice. The person turned to face the crowd, when he saw his eyes were yellow, and had a scar under the left one. His face was serious, and right before he placed his helm, he combed his darkish hair back, and placed the strange looking helm with a sigil looking engravement of a scorpion. The only thing that helped him see was the two holes where the pincers of the insect were. Shellali on the other hand had a more recognizable helm that bore the insignia of the Fire Kingdom, being the flaming wings. It was shaped so that her nose and mouth were visible. Both took a medium stance, with the announcer coming in the fight zone.
-Folk of all ages. We are gathered here to welcome the first battle of the Royal Guards Tournament. In the left side, we have a fellow who is not in the current guard, but from the upper side area. Bearing the insignia of a chosen idol, I give you Krauxs. His spear is lethal, but his flame control is even more deadly. On the right, we have Shellali, also not from the current guard. Bearing the insignia of Plavzkar, she is ready to take anyone on. Her sword arts are impressive, yet her elemental strategies can knock out even the biggest foes. Now, for this fight to commence as clean as it should both fighters have to fight by the rules. The rules being simple. First. Each fighter has to keep their elemental attacks in the frames of normality, meaning none should go with the intend of killing each other. Second. The person who is first unable to use elemental abilities is automatically defeated. Third. Whoever is knocked out first gets defeated. That is all from me – he said and left the field.
That signaled the start of the fight.
Shella took a few steps towards the spear holder and shortened the distance. He did not move, only observed her reactions and movements. She tried taking another step, but Krauxs instantly extended the spear. She moved away and tried his left side, yet he managed to block using the other side, then quickly spun the spear and tried landing a hit, though Shella ducked and struck his spear. He got unbalanced for a second, yet that was all she needed. Using the momentum, she attempted to stab him, but he casted a fire wall that rose from the earth like a mountain. Krauxs pierced the wall with the edge of the head, and started pushing it. It gave away, making some sort of a colossal barrier and attack at the same time.
Fire Combination – Spear Barrier Launch!
Thinking quickly, she had to do something in order of a counter, or get pierced by the wall-spear attack.
-C’mon Shell, you got this! – yelled Souliouz.
That rather brought her back. She was overthinking it, and had to act according to the situation. Krauxs on the other hand was almost about to reach her with his spear. Using fire against fire usually would not work, but using it correctly would do the trick.
Fire Coat- Rotating Tornado Fury!
She coated her sword with a twisting flame, and sent it towards the fiery wall. The tornado collided with the shield – spear with a powerful dud that spread a large amount of fire particles around the zone. Thanks to the defense force field, the crowd did not feel the heat nor any harmful effects. Shellali however felt the strong flames at each other. Krauxs was struggling with coping with the flames, but in the end, both techniques canceled each other. The spearman then launched an all-out assault on her. The movement of the spear was almost unparalleled. She barely managed to parry most of the thrusts, but one cut her forearm. Once he was done, she tried her own attack. He swung the handle like an axe, but she blocked it. Rotating from said block, she managed to slash under his shoulder, and the back of his calf. Blood splashed on the ground as he kneed, but quickly got up and squinted from pain and anger. Wounded, Krauxs took a step back, and began coating his spear. Once the edge was coated with flames, he slowly approached her, as her stance was locked. Not allowing her to predict his movement, he extended the spear towards her face. Quickly, having the upper hand in the battle, she ducked, but the wooden handle of the spear went down as well, hitting her. Krauxs then pulled it, and slashed the back of the girl, which started bleeding. Now both had shared a couple of hits. Souliouz nearly screamed out of desperation from not being able to help her, but decided it would be more respectful if she handled the fight without his constant interference. Krauxs spear extinguished, but he still had some portion of “sila” left. So did Shellali, considering she did not use much. He coated his spear once again, and without hesitation, launched towards his opponent.
Fire Coat – Spear Illusion Barrage!
Almost ten different spears appeared in front of her. It was not that, but the speed in which he was moving it. Gaining on her, she struggled in blocking and moving away from the attacks. She had to break his technique in order for her to counter. The crowd wow-ed at the extreme movements of the spear, while Souliouz had his heart clenched in anxiety over his friend. Making a step toward the flaming barrage of a dozen spears, Shell was pierced in the upper right thigh, but did not notice. Blocking as much as possible, she jumped and used the spear as leverage to go above him, while still blocking the rest of them with her sword. Through her descending behind him, she utilized the rest of her “sila” in a special attack.
Fire Coat- Falling Blade of Purple Flames!
The entire surface of the sword then illuminated in a purple-ish flame and ran through his back as she landed, like a hot knife through butter. It caught on fire with the same color. His screams from the wound and instant burning, chilled the whole crowd, but in the end, he lost consciousness. Falling on the ground wounded and out of “sila”, Krauxs was defeated. Shellali struggled to keep her footing, but managed to remain standing. Then with a proud expression, she lifted her sword still engulfed in purple flames and yelled,
-Victory!
Soul nearly exploded from that complete overhaul of the fight. The crowd as well cheered her beautiful win over Krauxs. As the ruckus was over, she left the field and the rest of the crew backstage started preparing the arena all over again.
-Oh my, that was purely hectic! – exclaimed the boy, watching his friend succeed in her fight.
Rez, who looked through the battle with upmost curiosity and even amount of excitement for the girl nodded and smirked at him.
-Your match is going to start soon so I suggest you go there too – advised the mage.
Soul thought so too, but thinking on having to fight someone in front of such crowd seemed quite scary compared to having to face his opponent without people watching. Either way, he had to keep his nerves steady. Taking a sniff from the handkerchief, he clapped his hands and stood up. Reztoriziox wished him luck as he went down the stairs from the watch benches. Souliouz did not know if he needed luck…but knew he needed to focus, so that he would do. Concentrate his mind and have the best battle of the night! The Tournament for him was just starting!
Chapter 6.
~Duel of Flames~
Concentration. His mind was somewhere else, but his body was feeling the vibration of the calmness that was his soul. Souliouz felt the need to calm his nerves by neglecting his thoughts of doubt towards this tournament, and for quite the time it worked. The constant bumps of the weapons outside in the arena though, were not calming, nor helping him cope with the fact that he had to fight with an audience. The sensations of the magic that was being used, the amount of “sila” that was being repelled at one side to the other really distracted him. What could he do? He was meditating in the backstage, where it felt safe, and…well, it did for a while. The other participants did not mind him doing that, though, there was this one boy, this one fellow that always had something to say.
-Souliouz? Didn’t you hear the rules? You have to have some basic control over an element, and I do not see you having one! - mocked a straw blond young man, having a slightly deliberate smirk on his face.
Soul tried his best to ignore his mockery, yet his words constantly appeared in his mind, not allowing him to make peace with his inner spirit. He needed that sort of relief from the anxiety, since the match was starting soon.
-Don’t pretend as if you are doing something now; look at me when I am talking to you! – demanded the fighter and pointed his shoulder with his sword’s sheath.
He did not have a choice but to confront his problem. Opening his eyes and looking him directly in the black cores, he called eyes; Souliouz got up and reached an equal high to him.
-I heard you the first time Tineus, what is your problem? The fact that I can beat you, or the fact I can finally control my element? – asked the young man to the sigh of Tineus’s frustration.
-You cannot even beat me one on one in your sleep, rather than on the arena, and besides, you surely know your control over mine is ten times the lower. Why don’t you pack your stuff, and just go back to the suburbs and let the people from the upper class, fight to keep your sorry excuse of an existence alive? – said the boy in an insulting matter and left Souliouz there.
The young man stared at his back, as he was the next fighter. Curious to see what the fight would turn out, he got closer to the small gap between the curtains and watched as Tinius’s opponent get completely overwhelmed by the furious amount of swings and overhead attacks with his long sword. His flame control was fluent and the coating on the blade was exquisite to the point where Tineus was toying the poor fellow. Soul did not want to watch anymore so he turned away. The other watchers in the back started cheering to his victory in mere minutes. That gave him a completely new level of anxiety over how he would perform out there. Though it seemed as, however you performed the crowd was respectful and did not really mind the loser of the fight. That kind of made him feel better. As he approached his table where his clothes and armor were, he locked his eyes over the surface of the sword. Its handle was made of wood, and the ones incrustations were now gone, while the cold and dark steel was faded and in a way dark over the years of not being used. That was a gift from Lomifa. Soul smiled remembering her parting words.
“I won’t go there to see you get hurt, so I will give you this…. with the idea of you finally being of age to have it. It is your fathers…before he left. Use it as you used your wooden one, and if you fail, you can always try something else. But if you win, I wish you the best of luck, being a knight of the kingdom!”
Soul stared at the black sword and smiled. This was his father’s sword before he left his mother to die. If he had some other sword, he would probably destroy this one, but being in the poor side of the village it was a blessing to even have this piece of steel. Having more than fifteen minutes to prepare he started putting on his battle gear which consisted of a grey body suit, a chainmail and leather defenders over his calf’s and elbows. Lomifa had made those for him too, but in a way, the gear suited him. He did not have a helmet, so he took one from the reserve like Shellali did and started stretching before the big thing started. Thinking of the wolf, she showed up before him.
-Nervous? – She asked, looking at his armor, - You look good by the way!
Soul smirked and admitted to being nervous. Shella hugged him and told him to remain calm and think of Reztoriziox’s teachings. He thanked her for that, saw her exit the back, and go to the watcher’s benches. That made it even worse as to the idea of knowing she was watching too.
“Be calm…be calm” – he murmured to himself as the fight was being announced as the next.
The person that was announcing the participants came to him and nodded, as to tell him to get in the arena. Taking a big breath, he nodded and walked stiffly towards the fighting zone. As he entered the sun that was blasting in the sky nearly blinded him, but the crowd on the left were scarier than it. He thanked himself that he had put on the helmet before leaving or the eyes that the people would give him would ruin him. That was his least problem though. On the other end of the back, someone huge emerged. Not even that was the biggest deal. His armor was not like the rest he saw. It was real knight armor, lighted for quicker movement, but still huge thanks to the proportions of the man. In the light of the sun, the red plates of it were shining like a mirror. Holding an even larger claymore he walked confidently and thrusted the sword on the ground when he stopped on the spot. Soul felt the wave below his feet. The announcer got there instantly and started talking. His words, however, did not fully reach Souliouz.
-Folk of all ages, we are here on our fourth fight. After the fast paced matched of Tineus verses Pxam, we will probably have an equally entertaining one. Now, on my right side we have a participant who is not in the current army. He bears no insignia and uses the army’s helmet. I give you, Souliouz!
Someone from the crowd cheered, while the others did not really do much. Soul heard Shellali, and thanked he had such a friend by his side.
-On my left side…oh boy, we have someone massive. This person….IS from the current army. He has no known records of wins, but does not have a loss record too. He bears the insignia of a bear, as incrusted on his claymore and helmed that bear the same resemblance. I give you, Lantu! – finished the man and the crowd erupted from awes and such.
Soul could not agree more, the sheer sight of this man was massive, and he was nearly six feet. Well, one thing that he knew was that this fellow was from the current army, which did not mean a thing.
“Even if the opponent is from the current army that shouldn’t put you off guard. More of the soldiers there are normal people like you that were picked by the general thanks to their families or something along the way. However, there are some of them, that truly deserve to be in it, but your task is not to inspect who is or who is not, but to focus and observe, and when you have the chance, counter! “– he heard the words of Reztoriziox.
Soul remained as steady as possible, not to give away from the trembles that were on him.
“Be calm….be calm….be calm….BE CALM!” – He repeatedly said to himself.
Closing his eyes for a slight second helped him. Opening them scared him. The announcer was not there, and Lantu was running towards him.
“Oh, my lord!”
The bear headed fighter swung the big chunk of steel and attempted to hit him with the force of descend and slash him immediately. That snapped him out of the fear and made him move. However, Lantu expected it so he rotated the sword and attempted to land a hit on his side, but Soul dodged that too. Having ran into battle was in a way making him get over the anxiety, which was good. His feet felt lighter than before and more mobile. Lantu then did a complete turn and once again aimed the sword at the boy, who ducked and attempted to land a stab at his torso. Futile. Some bone crushing hit completely knocked the wind out of him. Lantu laughed to show dominance and attempted to kick him in the ribs to no avail. Quicker than him, Soul knew he had to make him exhaust his energy. That was easy to be said than done, thanks to the pain in the back. His punch was easily lethal and would be considered so if he was enraged. Thinking of something to do, Soul started walking around him to see his next move. It was easier that way, rather than jump in blindly and try to attack. Lantu swung his sword so close though, that Soul nearly failed to parry. The parry though shook his arms so bad he nearly managed to parry the next attack, and the next and the next. Lantu was getting serious about landing a hit and his continuous swings that made Soul seem like a small kitten. The claymore then lighted on fire, fire with bronze color. As the blades collided, the sparks of the claymore were so brutal that the force shield protecting the citizens shook. Not to mention the force that affected Souliouz who was struggling. Lantu did not show any signs of exhaust as his strikes got even deadlier than before. It seemed a bit out of the rules, but no one was stopping him. The crowd felt the tension of the fight, though Souliouz was deaf for them, as he was not hearing anything…his focus, was directly at him. That, but frustration was also setting its foot in the mind of the boy as he was getting tired of the pointless swings of the huge man.
“You want to fight? All right then!
Instead of parrying, he ducked and used the element to his side. Launching a small fire wave, he moved his entire body faster than before. Using that, he ran the sword at his side, managing to pierce under the plate of the armor so that he could feel the damage and not just absorb it. He used it again speeding his travel, right as Lantu was turning his sword and thrusting the ground where a mere second, he was. To his back, he slashed his calf and the giant angrily yelled. Thinking quickly, he casted defense.
Fire Cast- Shield of Embers!
The fire-coated claymore collided with the shield and nearly broke it, but that was what he needed. Using the sword as leverage, he jumped and landed a kick, coated with flames to the side of the helmet, sending him back a couple of steps. The crowd erupted with cheers. Soul took some breaths, knowing he had angered the giant by bending his helmet. Lantu however laughed and took it off, throwing it to the side. His face was agitated, to the point where veins covered his baldhead. His brown eyes were looking at the boy with pure destructive intend.
-A decent opponent, finally! – He yelled and launched at him once again.
Faster than before, Soul could not help but collide swords with him. The sheer strength of the man pushed him in the ground when the overhead claymore strike collided with the sword. The young man was afraid of it breaking, but it was keeping itself sturdy for now.
Fire Cast- Eruption Blade! – yelled the bear headed giant.
Not knowing how to dodge that, he tried moving away, but the vice that was the claymore kept him buried to his ankles. The flames of the claymore than started shining forming a bronze glow that rose and rose, until it was about to burst. The “sila” gathered in that single ability was capable of killing someone. Soul closed his eyes and gathered the needed strength.
Fire Cast- Ember Strike!
Lantu lifted his claymore and once again descended it towards him. Soul used most of his footing as balance thanks to Lantu, and used the power to his advantage. As the claymore got closer, Soul struck it sideways, and continued to push until the force of the attack aimed at the ground. The glow of the bronze flames filled the whole zone with steam and energy, but it was all for the sake of his escape. The claymore thrusted the ground and the explosion followed, but not at Souliouz, which was the idea. The whole ground was lifted up from the fire blast, but he was freed from the trap he was in. He did feel the brute wave of the force, having been pushed away. His body armor was damaged and burnt at places, but he was mostly fine. Lantu’s armor though, was heavily damaged because the blast caught him mostly, thanks to the reserve counter. The plates at the feet were destroyed exposing the padding underneath the armor. As his chest, plates were hanging barely or melted steel. For once, the giant looked exhausted, though his eyes showed rage. Managing to form an upper stance, he took some quick steps at Soul. The speed was reduced, though his strength would probably be the same. Souliouz felt he had to do something to reduce even more of his speed. The bronze flames coating the blade were still burning, which pointed he still had “sila”.
“I can pull this off!” – thought the young man and launched at him as well.
Fire Cast- Blade Spikes! – yelled the giant as Souliouz got closer.
Fire Cast- Shield of Embers! – yelled Soul.
As he coated his arm with the shield, he saw the spikes coming from below the ground. They came at him from both sides, so he coated his sword with flames as well and blocked the spikes on his way to Lantu. He was laughing like a maniac, but the spiked blades kept on coming and coming and coming, as he was purposefully getting away from him. He used both his weapons as defense, slashing the spikes from all sides that they came from. Lantu reached the upper side of the arena and did not have nowhere to go. He combined all blades that were being pulled from the ground, and as Soul was closer, he launched it at him. Souliouz however threw the fire casted shield at the large spike and it collided with, bursting into embers. Lantu then took some steps at him and attempted to hit him sideways. Soul blocked, crossing his hands and extending his freed one below him and using the fire wave to push himself out of the way. The launch sent him behind him. He then fired one more pushing him in the air. That was all he needed.
Fire Cast- Crescent Ember Cut! – He yelled as he descended with a crescent like slash on his exposed back padding.
The sword ran through his spine, slashing away the padding and landing a massive hit. As he fell though, Lantu turned one more time. His movements were slower, and the control over the flames was weaker. Soul continued the attack, twisting and turning below his attempt to hit him, and running his sword at the exposed padding through the front. The blood finally showed itself as the plates fell and the padding ripped from the blade, exposing the flesh and the wound left from the flaming attack. Lantu was not down yet, though. Once again, he tried slashing him with the big thing, but Soul jumped over it, and landed a hit with a coated fire hilt to his temple. That shocked the giant and sent him to the ground. Lantus body fell hardly on the ground, as he was unable to stand up, yet not unconscious. The flames on his claymore were gone…and he…was defeated. Soul looked around to see Reztoriziox, who nodded at him, telling him he did it. Shellali’s cheers and yells finally reached him as he took away his helmet, revealing his messed hair.
“I DID IT?!” – He asked and looked at the crowd that could not stop cheering for him.
The announcer came and told the people,
-And the winner is…SOULIOUZ!
The boy’s legs finally gave in and fell. His sword was raised though. In the end, that was all that mattered.
Chapter 7.
-Second Phase-
He still could not believe what went on, but as he entered the back, two pair of hands suddenly fell on him as a warm sign of embrace overwhelmed him. Shellali was covering him, while Reztoriziox looked over her shoulder equally excited and proud of his student. He laughed and leaned back on a chair.
-Thank you! Thank you for the help! – He said looking at his friends.
Rez nodded calmly while Shella smiled widely. He could not say anything better than that. A simple act of gratitude was the best way to show affection towards your loved ones. Exhausted he drank the water the people from the tournament had brought and remained calm. That calmness was not going to last long though, considering that there was going to be a second round to determine the ranks of the knights. That too made the boy a bit anxious, but it was still yet to come, the other battles still had to commence for that to happen. For now, he deemed it was worthy of him to catch a small break before any other fights. Thinking that he felt intense pressure on his shoulder and nearly gasped. As he turned to see the owner of said grip, he instantly felt somewhat nauseous by the sight of Lantu who was standing quite above him…and was smiling. The look of a man his size was priceless, though for Souliouz it was a bit terrifying.
-That was one great match! It was my pleasure to duel you Souliouz; I hope we meet on the battlefield again! – said the man in a deep and serious tone.
He then turned away and sat on a nearby table, though instead of water he started drinking the wine straight out of the bottle. Rez smirked and sat by along with Shella.
-What an individual huh? – He said and handed him some kind of leaf.
Soul was somewhat hesitant to take it, but he did and nodded to the question.
-I did not expect my first battle to be with one of the best fighters! – He said crunching the leaf with an unpleasant look.
-This is a leaf to restore your vital energy and bring you relaxation, for you have earned it. Moreover, he was positively not the strongest fighter among the rest of them, but sure is powerful – returned the mage, smirking on the sigh of Soul’s disturbed face.
Soul could disagree but he did not want to argue with his teacher.
-I wondered if he was actually going to kill him from times to times…It was as if he was aiming to destroy him – said Shella with a slight concern.
-Because he was – confirmed Rez, - Not only he is IN the current army, but his brute strength far exceeds the normal soldiers capabilities, which was why the judges didn’t disqualify him, for he is using his normal power, - explained the mage to the shock of Souliouz who definitely though he was a goner back there.
Knowing that bit of information, he noted not to ever piss off the giant. Not that he was not strong when he was not, but who knows how his power amplifies when mixed with rage. Thinking that, the boy took another big gulp of water and felt a glance staring at him. When he turned his gaze a bit, he saw Tineus, whose face could only depict anger and frustration. Soul placed the goblet on the table and looked directly at him. The blond man then stood from his side and came right at them. It did not take much to figure out that there was something brutally petty at hand.
-Nice luck Souliouz, but I doubt you are going to rank higher than eight in your current state! – Both complimented and insulted the man.
Soul’s shoulders shrugged.
-You didn’t think I would beat you, but I proved I could beat someone that is strong, so who knows how high I could rank? Maybe I could even outrank you! – replied the boy feeling a bit annoyed by his constant remarks.
That did quite strike a nerve and the blond boy felt hurt by his words.
-I am going to say it again. You cannot beat me, one on one, even when my eyes are closed and my arms and tied behind my back!
Soul then stood up to him, like before and squinted, knowing he was probably going to fall for that.
-Do you want to test that out! – asked the silver-headed young man to the surprise of the other.
Both Reztoriziox and Shellali looked at him, expecting to find out the answer to his question soon enough. Tineus laughed audibly, making all eyes turn to them.
-Oh, you are really committed to this aren’t you boy?! I guess we could arrange things so we could fight and prove who the better man is! Usually we are picked to see who fits what rank and whatnot, but I say, screw that. I challenge Souliouz, at the second round of the tournament, for Rank 1 of the Royal Guards. Whoever wins gets to defend the rank verses the person who would eventually be picked for it! Does anyone have an objection? – asked Tineus looking at the current people in the back.
Most of them were fighters, ones who already fought or ones who still had not. No one batted a word. The blond man then turned to the announcer who did not say anything, which rather made it clear for them. Just then, the Guard’s General entered the back to say that the sixth match was about to begin. Entering the completely silent area, he asked about the silence. Tineus explained.
-General Keoisfor, I want to ask you about something that has been bothering me and another participant of the tournament – started Tineus, to the sight of a man who was a bit curious.
His harsh and serious face gave in from the weight of the curiosity and nodded for him to continue.
-I wish to challenge Souliouz for rank one in the second round of the tournament. Whoever wins, gets to face the one who you would pick to be that rank – said the man, to the complete silence of the audience.
Soul got closer to the general. His green eyes looked at both of the men. He sighted and combed his impressive dark beard, but nodded.
-You may proceed to do that – he replied quietly and went to the announcer to confirm something that was not to be heard by the others.
Souliouz turned to Tineus who smirked at him devilishly and walked away from the table. He did not have the word at hand and did not really accept, but it was clear from the start that he would do so. Sitting at his spot, he looked at his friends who had a serious tone to their eyes. They did not like that person; neither did Soul, so teaching him a lesson was for the best. No one said nothing, but Rez took another leaf and handed it to Souliouz.
-You would probably need this! – He said and smirked.
The tone returned with that. He ate it, with disgust, but his energy was replenished and mainly he was ready. Right on time, the announcer started introducing the names of the fighters of the sixth fight. They listened to his voice, eager to witness the other fights. Mainly it did go as expected. All of the other fights did. Kallious previously defeated Manji in the fifth battle. Understandable because he was one of the best spearmen in Plavzkar, not to mention in the army. The sixth went to Oxin, whose whip abilities rose above the archer Nasur, who did not really have a chance, since the battle is in a closed arena. The following battle was a closed one between Zalm and Grita, but ultimately Zalm proved the better swordsman. Yousm and Dikaya, who both used a two-handed axe fought fiercely in the seventh round, but Yousm copped the victory by using a decoy of himself and attacking from behind. The ninth one was brutally short thanks to Spenma, who wiped the floor with a newcomer, using his destructive combination of dual wilding short blades. Guess being in the army paid off. Finally, the tenth fight ended with a result of knock out thanks to Livyr, who managed to get Esman in his fire tornado and make him blackout. It took quite some time until all fights rolled on, it was getting close to sun down when round one was finished, and they were preparing for the second round. The general had gathered all victors from the first round and had made then line up in a horizontal line facing him.
-Twenty people entered this tournament, seeking the acknowledgement of the kingdom as their protector. Ten left the fight, and ten proceeded to be victors. Now you folk will have to prove who is the one capable of being the leader of you bunch. Is it going to be Shellali, Edwyr, Tineus, Souliouz, Kallious, Ozin, Zalm, Yousm, Spenma or Livyr? It is true that the fight is going to be harsh for some. We have four knights who are already in the army, but we have seen that there are hidden gems along the regular folk. Therefore, before you are told the opponent you are to face, I suggest you relax for some time and get ready. The second round will start in thirty minutes so…good luck – said general Keoisfor and tapped his silver-plated armor, then turned away.
All men and woman spread and left the line. All had something to do or something to work out on their gear or style or whatever they wanted. Shella headed towards the grass nearby to get some fresh air and some sun. While Soul sat right there where they had lined up, in the shadows of the tent outside. It did not matter where he was…concentrating his strength, and controlling his emotions was the mission for now. The next time he was going to open his eyes, was when he was going to face Tineus.
Later…
The crowd appeared silent and really into the current atmosphere in the fighting zone. Not only were the tensions between those two young men high, but the level of “sila” that was mainly just emitted, felt strong. Both were staring at each other through the helmets, both sets of eyes, black and green, did not seem to leaver away. Tineus wore the same helm from his previous battle with Pxam, as Soul with Lantu. The sun shaped incrusted front of it, revealed nearly most of his features, hiding just the cheeks and chin. Both were using regular sized sword, but only one was goin to emerge from this victorious. Only one was going to rank one, and then face, if necessary, the one who was originally planned to be chosen as the leader. The announcer got in the middle, and started speaking loudly to warm up the audience.
-On my left, we have the winner of the fourth battle, the one who spectacularly defeated Lantu the giant bear breaker, bearer of flames and speed, I give you, Souliouz! – said the speaker pointing at the boy who wasn’t paying attention to him, - On my right we have the warrior who managed to knock out Pxam under five minutes using speed and strength only. I give you the sun shaped killer, Tineus! – shouted the man and pointed at him.
Neither Tineus nor Souliouz looked away from each other. It was now or never. The clash to determine, who was better than these two. For such long time did this boy always torture Soul for not having an element. Always called him weak for not having the strength to summon embers. Well now, it was different. Souliouz was different. There was not going to be no mockery, no insults from his side, because once he proved to Tineus that he was not as powerful as he claimed to be, he would be better than him. That was just a bonus. He was already a Royal Knight; there was not a need to this. However, when two stubborn men faced each other, peace could turn to war in an instant. Therefore, it did. The announcer left the area, and both of them launched at each other, colliding the already coated swords. No one saw them do it. One red and one golden. It was…natural. The sparks that ignited the crowd’s reactions continued to burst as their clashes continued to appear. Soul’s middle stance proved to be useful for swords, but against a quick opponent, the stance was not that important than the reaction time.
Fire Cast- Sonic Speed Clash! – Yelled Tineus as Soul attempted to strike him.
While the headfirst stabbing attempt from Souliouz did not work, his counter attack managed to mark his gear, by slashing away his chainmail with a single swing. He had to take care of the fire that was burning away his suit, which made him even more vulnerable. Tineus laughed and attempted an overhead slash, but reversed seeing his defensive position and headed for a lower under shoulder attack, which nearly managed to hit the spot, until Soul parried and managed to get away. Tineus laughed again and patted his chainmail, over the golden battle-semi armor. It had some plates of an armor but it was not. Soul on the other hand, was not that happy. That was just one minute and he had already taken a significant hit. The golden flames really proved to be lethal.
-Do you see now, Souliouz?! The difference between you and i?! You may have defeated someone by using cheap tricks, while I use natural abilities and speed to take care of my opponents! – mocked the boy and launched another assault.
Soul squinted from the sudden frustration, but did not fall back. Taking the needed steps, he collided with him yet again, but this time, he dived in, without parrying and hit him straight in the chin with an ignited fist, before letting go. Tineus attempted a sideways cut, though Soul, covered it with his sword, and did a spin that spun both blades towards the ground, and a twist that attempted to knock away his opponents weapon, but he managed to keep his grip on it and counter with a straight on stab attempt that missed. Soul returned two steps, while Tineus felt agitated.
-How dare you hit me, you lowlife! – He screamed.
Not letting him take a breather, he ran a few steps and jumped.
Fire Cast- Golden Rays of Pain!
The technique followed. The golden flames formed a ray that fired towards Souliouz who was distracted by the strong shine and was momentary blinded. Without thinking he casted a fire shield in order to half the damage, but he didn’t know from which spot was the beam going to hit him, so he coated himself with the shield and clenched his teeth. The beam clashed head on, and bursted the whole shield to embers leaving him completely open. Not wasting time, Tineus took the chance, but also took the trap. The embers were still there, which meant, they were controllable. Using his imagination Soul made them form small particles that attacked Tineus, as he was closer to Souliouz. He did not completely hit, with his sword wounding his upper shoulder. The small particles ignited him and did some damage. On the other hand, Soul grabbed his sword arm, and attempted something new.
Fire Cast- Crescent Lower Cut!
A lower stance upwards slash that cut through his chainmail and wounded most parts of his torso. That was the way to get through him. Make him get closer and take a hit for a hit. Tineus yelled from the devastating blow and moved away.
-You are done for Soul! DONE FOR! – He said deeply, trying to take a breath.
His flame control was steady, while Soul’s lingered unsteadily. Using quite a lot of “sila” in this counter strategy, he had wasted most of it, trying to get him. Now that he did, he only had to make sure to keep it going until he was victorious. That was going to be hard, unless he concentrated some right there, which was risky, considering the speed of Tineus. He was wounded, but still quick.
-You are going to experience the full power of the sun. Witness, POWER! – He shouted and started gathering energy in his sword, - First, the senses!
Fire Cast- Illusionist Sense Breaker! – He casted and send a wave through the whole fighting zone.
It got hot…even hotter than it already was. Souliouz felt…nauseous…like his whole body was giving in to this sudden wave of weakness. If he could look at the crowd, he would fear the sight of this continuing spell. Reztoriziox and Shellali’s expression were probably priceless, but he could not see, because he could not move.
-Now that you can no longer move…I am forced to finish you off, with this final attack – said the blond man and placed his second hand on the hilt.
With both hands, he lifted the sword, and harnessed the power he was concentrating. It had to be still, in order for it to hit directly at the given target it was aimed at. Once the sword was no longer visible, and only something that people could not even see was in its place, a literal sun pillar, he slashed towards Souliouz, and there went the pillar.
Fire Cast- Ultimate Sun Slash!
The look of the pillar-like slash coming in his way was enough for him to give up. Giving up though was not exactly his specialty. He grabbed his sword with both hands, and ignited most of his “sila” left in it, trying to make a sword-shield type deal. Was it going to withstand the power of the sun slash though? Souliouz did not know! It took a mere second to find out, as the speed of the slash was so heavy it cracked the force shield around the people. Keeping his hands steady, the pillar or light hit the defensive position he was in…and nearly knocked him out. Some went through him, some flames burned him, but the sword managed to keep standing, as his red flames battled the golden ones in a steady brutal contest of heat. Once the slash wave ended, he nearly collapsed…only falling on his knee, with the sword hand on his side, nearly unable of moving anymore. The coating of fire was barely visible…though, it was there. Tineus however started coughing, and laughing at the same time.
-Well…I have to give it to you…you darn withstood that. No one has ever managed to do so. Good job Souliouz, but as I take a small breather, I will finish this. Finish your worthless struggle! – giggled the blonde-haired through heavy breaths.
The anger building inside him…finally started taking effect.
-Shut up! – said Souliouz with a voice of an elder.
He could barely even see him, not even hear him from the banging in his ears, the pain in his shoulders and legs where the fires burned. He barely had life in him, though was capable of talking back. The blonde-hair did not like that.
-Don’t talk back when you do not have anything to say. You lost…look at your pathetic control. There is nearly nothing there…my gold is real…and your poor fire is nothing, it is about to be extinguished! The way your mother extinguished when she gave birth to a child who is not even worthy to be a square to a regular soldier, rather than being a knight – he said in a vulgar matter.
That was not right. Not even the slightest. The crowd did not like it, no one did. Souliouz hated it. Detested it with his heart’s contend. All the anger from the years, manifested into him. The concentration allowed him to pull some “sila” from the air…and gain power, power to destroy him. Power fueled by hatred towards that human being. All those years he spent, trying to learn, achieve, unlock or awaken something inside him, capable of making him someone worthy…all that anger when he knew he was just normal. It was bursting through him. Coating him like a blanket made from the depths of hell. His sword arm twitched…as the energy was restoring him. His vision got clearer…seeing Tineus’s pitiful ugly smile locked on his face. His feet felt strong…so he got up. The fire burning his sword…it felt, powerful…quicker and more…destructive. Without hesitating, he ran…faster than…never before. It was as if he reached him in the blink of an eye. Tineus could only lift his sword in defense, when Soul slashed it.
-SHUT UP!!!! – He growled, as the black coating flames over the sword, went through the golden flames, broke the sword, and entered the body, tearing his shoulder to below the armpit.
The force shield exploded, having the black flames disperse as small dark embers. The heat inside was unbearable for the people that felt it the most. The ones who were anticipating this sort of ordeal quickly acted. Once Soul regained his senses and could see differently rather than seeing red…he saw…the blood…the black flames on him. The general, Reztoriziox and a couple of other were trying to help Tineus who was unconscious, lying with his crimson blood staining the ground where he stood moments ago. His flame extinguished…and he felt sick. Keoisfor grabbed his shoulder…and he felt the strong and serious grip over the even serious problem. He had attempted to kill him…and that was out of the rules. He did not expect to hear the following words though.
-Souliouz, boy…I have to disqualify you…for using demonic powers in a town of light! You are going to be restrained and sentenced to death! – Deeply said the general…with grief piercing his green eyes.
Souliouz then fell into to his tired state, and fell in the hands of his teacher, who could not believe what happened. There was a demon in Plavzkar the whole time…and his name was the same as winner of the match for Rank 1. Yet, he had to die…because those were the laws. Reztoriziox clenched his jaw and continued with the rest towards the castle. They had either to make some sort of exception, or kill him. He did not like the latter.
Chapter 8.
-Exiled-
Hectic was a weak word to describe the events that followed later, but Souliouz did not really have the time to figure something more proper. He was confined in a small room in the castle of flames, and…could only listen to the voices, count the bricks that were grey and those who were black, see the interior that didn’t really match the exterior of the castle, and plainly, wait for his sentence, alone and a bit afraid. He would have given more attention to it if it were not the fact that he was expecting to be executed for his actions. Most of the folk did not have the privilege to enter the castle, rather be in one of the rooms in it, yet here he was, in a plainly organized room with simplistic motives that was probably used for the staff. Some of the fancier rooms were the upstairs ones. Reminiscing about his fight, the room and the castle’s overall goodness did not really interest him as much, because he could not shake away his thoughts from the black flames he had manifested. It was something unbelievable, yet it happened which was even more odd. From far beyond the castle court he could hear the sounds of weapons clashing, as the fighters battled for their ranks. He sighs for not having to get the chance to watch. Even if he could not watch one thing, he could hear another though. Brought back by the voices that continued yelling he listened.
“He tried to kill me! I demand him executed! “- he recognized the voice of Tineus, who was probably furious of the fact that he lost.
Soul did not know if to feel ashamed or be proud, though… it was a win…though a cursed one. He was apprehended and charged with practicing dark magic and having control over it. That was more than ridiculous, knowing his state. Reztoriziox knew that, which was why he was in the other room trying to out-scream the rest of the voices that were shouting in there.
“Gentleman please!!! – his voice raised highly, - I demand you hear him out, and make an educated decision over his plead and then judge what has to be judged!” – said the man, and Soul felt a bit relieved he had him on his side.
Tineus however objected, though the rest of the grownups listened to the mage and left the room. The ones, who were going to interrogate Souliouz, were both the mage and…
-King Ravelstek! – exclaimed the boy to the sight of the king of Plavzkar.
He nodded silently and sat on the squared table. It was only logical for him to give judgement over such matters, since the tournament was organized mainly from his and the rest of the kings and queen wishes.
-Souliouz, I know you are excited about this…but I wish to know…how did you do this?! – asked the king, looking at him with a serious demeanor.
The boy told the truth. Anger, hatred, rage, however he said it, was the main catalyst for the burst of those black flames. It detesting over Tineus and his words was that took over, and…made him lose control over his senses. He had not achieved any form of colored flames before so it was equally a mystery to him. The mage nodded, because he knew his student.
-Look Rave’, I know this boy…and you probably figured out by know what this sort of thing is – started Reztoriziox looking directly at the king.
He was a bit nervous and perplexed at the same time. They both knew that there was not anyone of them left, yet here was the living proof.
-I know, and…I do not wish to say this, but it does not matter to the rest of the folk who do not understand it. They think of me as the last, and would turn their backs on him just because…well because his power is noted as demonic! – said the man and ran a hand over his red mane of hair.
They were speaking in a code that Soul could not understand, but knew that his teacher was going to explain later.
-I have an idea…that would please the folk that think him for a demon, and equally help the boy flourish in his skills – suddenly suggested the mage.
Ravelstek rather had a slight idea of what he was going for.
-Exile? – figured the King.
Rez nodded slowly, thinking it was the best idea. Sure, Souliouz was going to keep his head, but not in the village.
-Wait! Exile?! But…what about the Royals Guards?! – asked the boy who already knew the answer.
The king was filled with grief, as was the mage who only shook his head in silence.
-It is the only way Soul, either that…or you have to be executed for your actions, even if it was not you that did it – said the mage, which was true.
Souliouz knew that too, but it was hard accepting it, knowing his struggle to get there.
-Look, son, - started Ravelstek and placed a hand over the boy’s shoulder, - I know this is hard for you to accept, but things have changed. You are different from the other people and need special guidance for your state and powers. I believe that Reztoriziox is right to want exile as the ruled judgement over your case. I am willing to give it, because it is the right thing to do – said the man and stood up, - You have a day to get ready for the road, I shall escort you from the norther town’s gate early in the morning, so I suggest you have a good sleep! – finished the man and nodded for Rez to follow him.
They left Soul there, and quickly entered a room that was empty. The king looked shaken up…and confused.
-He is my…? Is that true?! – asked the king looking at his long-found friend.
Reztoriziox confirmed with a slight nod.
He smiled; a genuine smile that made the mage feel grief over the fact that he was going to exile him for something he did not know was inside of him. Ravelstek once again ran his hands through his mane and hugged the mage.
-Look after him…for me! – He whispered and left the mage, going to inform the others what the sentence will be.
Reztoriziox bowed as the king left the room, and felt relieved that the boy was going to live.
Later…
It was hard to say the emotions of some people were messed up, but Lomifa’s were shattered and destroyed to pieces. It was her dearest boy that was going to be taken away from her forcefully. It took some time until Reztoriziox managed to calm her down and make her accept the punishment of the king. It was hard…but they had to go. Excited for it was not the right word. It was mostly nervous, over the fact that Souliouz did not know where he was going…and whom he was going to meet, if he was even going to meet someone. All he knew, he was going to be robbed from his dream of being a knight. He had to sort his thoughts overnight, because that single thought was going to bring him down each time out of the town.
Two days later.
After the goodbyes, to each person that liked him, which were not many after the tournament, he and Reztoriziox were ready. They left Lomifa’s house feeling quite sad, and the mage decided to cheer him up over the way to their destination. As promised, the king escorted them alone, towards the northern entry gate that led up towards the mountains. Wishing them luck, and asking Rez for the same thing as the previous day, he showed them the road and bit them farewell for now. They were not even out of the village, when someone jumped over Souliouz. Reztoriziox smiled, and the king remained amazed by the speed of the girl. Probably after Lomifa, Shellali was the second most emotional person of the bunch. Squeezing him like never before, she embraced him in a hug that he could remember. The boy laughed and turned to face her. Her face was all covered in the tears she had shed over the friend she was being ripped away off. Soul knew that, and he loved her for it. The Royals Guard march to Pranormur was about to begin in a fortnight, which meant she had to get her emotions in check before that. He whispered something to her and kissed her forehead for goodbye. Her eyes were filled with tears once again, but she managed to keep them from falling, as hard as it was. Seeing her most beloved friend, leave, out of his will…was heartbreaking, but she knew she would see him again. Both the king and Shella watched them as the gates closed behind them, and locked them away from Plavzkar. Reztoriziox turned to Soul and asked.
-What did you say to her?
Soul started walking towards the only possible direction at this time, forward and answered.
- “Stay strong for I will return, and we shall be brought back together, for our love is mean to be!” – said the boy and wiped something from his face the mage could not see.
Reztoriziox smiled gently and followed the boy. Up and forward they were going. To reach the top of Nepsternixa. The mountains…of the dragons.
Epilogue.
Seven days had passed since their journey began. Traveling by foot, their travel went on smoothly without anyone disturbing. Their way was through a small village north of Plavzkar, which they used to gather a few provisions on the way. After taking a small break there, they continued the escalate towards the mountains. Three days had passed since they left the small village and they were finally at the base of the great old stones. Souliouz was quiet over their walk, and did not talk a lot, since his actions had costed him his life. Not literally, but the life he wanted.
-Don’t silk over the “knight dream”. You are already one! – said the mage in an encouraging matter.
His travel dark cloak was a bit dusty from the journey, but he still looked respectable. Soul looked away from the ground and beyond his covering hood to see the warm smile of his teacher.
-The world has not ended; do not be disappointed by the fact that you lost something. Be excited over the fact that you are going somewhere where no one has ever stepped before.
Reztoriziox did not wait for a response and continued climbing the millennia old ruined stairway towards the top. It was a long-long way until the very end of their journey. Soul tried to listen to his teacher and do not think about the past, since it was not pleasant. What he did say though rather lighted a spark that was needed to light the dark spot that was lately hanging around his dome.
-Where exactly are we going? We are in the middle of nowhere, and if the last dragons died over one thousand years ago, where are we aiming at? – Asked the boy climbing behind his teacher, - you also did not tell me what you were talking about with the king, and what the black flames mean, you have not explained anything yet! – exclaimed the boy.
Reztoriziox felt the anger behind his words because in a way it was as if they were keeping him in the shadows as he always was. He nodded and turned to face his green cores seriously.
-I cannot explain it right now, but I promise we shall explain everything you need to know once we reach the top of the mountain – Swore the mage and turned to climb ahead.
-Who are we at least meeting up there? – asked the boy again feeling ignored.
What the mage answered was something he did not expect, but surely rejuvenated his passion for this adventure.
-We are meeting the “All God” – said the mage and smirked as Soul awed and quickly caught up to him.
Their journey was surely not in vain, as the person at the top, was as eager as the boy to meet him was. In addition, that meeting was soon going to happen. Soon, the heir to the “Wing” lineage was going to meet the one, who helped create Nepsternixa, even if he sat there at the top, playing with the clouds. Souliouz was soon going to meet me.
Blackious Archeous Wing.
To be continued!
Credits.
With the end of this novel, we strive to see the next, for the adventure of Souliouz is just getting started. This is going to be the first novel for 2020, and hopefully Gods and Kings Part 2 is going to come out late this year as well! Until then, I wish you all who continue to read my stories the best of joy and happiness, and of course, I hope you stay tuned for the next course in this interesting ordeal,
“Gods and Kings: Dark Heirs”
This novel is created with the help of:
Publishing House Wing® 2020
Author- Nedyalko ‘Black Wing’ Delchev.
Editor- Nedyalko Delchev.
Gods and Kings: The Sword of Black Flames® © 2020.
Gods and Kings
The Sword of Black Flames
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