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Age of Awakening: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

As the dust of the Sankuan settled over the ground level terrain Sarion, the reigning king of Sanremar arrived on the field seemingly alone.
“So you show yourself at last. I was growing weary of swatting these pests.”
Sarion bent down on one knee to the floor and grasped one of his follower’s helmets. Blood was still along the visor of the armored headgear.
“Altea, give me strength.” Sarion whispered to himself. Volundor had begun to grow tired of standing about the desert, grabbing his cloak and covering his ornate armor against the harsh desert wind.

“She can’t save any of you. Your goddess has abandoned you the second my armies breached your measly defensive line. Just like I did at Almezara, I will level your capital just as houses of straw you called fortresses.”

Sarion, still kneeling with his head to the beaten helmet, stood up visibly irritated by Volundor’s taunts.  He grabbed the hilt of his jewel laden sword which was hanging from his left side. As he slowly pulled the blade from its resting place, a light spilled out as if the sun itself was hiding within the sword’s scabbard. With the shimmering blade forged of golden steel now pointed at Dark Lord, Sarion let out in a show of force.

“Come at me demon, I will show you the justice of our goddess.”

“My my such bravado. Come then Champion… show me what little might you can muster!”

As he finished speaking, Volundor flung open his cloak and within his hands massive scythe materialized. In a crouched position he thrust his agile frame within striking distance of Sarion. His own forces startled at the inhuman speed. Volundor was known for showing unnerving speed despite his impressive size. Even with all of his battle-armor, he managed to dash several dozen meters within a deadlock with Sarion. Sarion’s broadsword caught the colossal scythe in a stalemate scraped against one another. Amongst the sparks given off from the two tremendous forces, magical energy began to manifest as the King and Emperor faced off.

“Is this it? I destroy your homeland and you can only offer this little enjoyment?”

“I have just begun monster!” Sarion’s body erupted into flames and Volundor’s scythe faded through the once immovable force and sunk into the sand. The blaze grew and began to rapidly expand turning into a massive golden firestorm. The dark army who once marched without fear began to retreat as the tornado threatened to leave nothing but charred demons in its wake.

“Trickery!” He grunted and slammed his fist into the earth. The area around him erupted into a violet inferno, dispelling the magical golden fire. As if from nowhere, the King came plummeting from the sky nearly cleaving the Emperor in two. He stepped aside and Sarion crashed beside him. Volundor followed up with a swift counter attack gripping the Light Elf by his neck and whirling him through the air into the ground with bone crushing force.

“I’ve had enough of these games.” Volundor belted out to the wincing Sarion. The Emperor slammed his scythe into the sand beside him and with his now free hand held it up to the gathering clouds. The sky began to grow black and violet electrical energy danced across its panoramic display. Volundor threw his head up and with a shimmer of his crimson eyes, magical energy had begun to collect in the sky above him. Sarion took this chance to break free of Volundor’s grip while he was distracted by his spellcasting but could not avoid the now encroaching show of might. Volundor whirled himself around and with the strength of a god, slammed his fist into the earth beneath him. A cataclysmic explosion shook the battlefield, destroying whatever forces foolish enough not to flee from the duel site of the two leaders. For what seemed like eons, silence graced the Sankuan. Dust filled the air and sand began to roll into the massive crater. Volundor stood up and grasped his weapon. Even his powerful Dark Elven vision, which had grown accustomed to the eternal magical night of the Ventheran forest, could not pierce the thick earth that had lingered in the air. He peered up to what little clearing he could make out to see the area littered in corpses both friendly and enemy forces. With all his effort he could not see the corpse of the King of Sanremar however.

“So it is done then.” He gripped his cloak and flung it around himself once more as his weapon returned to the void from whence it came.

“You enter my homeland…” Volundor shocked turned around and peered into the dust.

“You make sport of killing my men and scar the land with reckless use of your demonic power!” As he stared harder into the brown mist he watched a Sarion marched vigilantly towards him. His body was emitting a powerful red glow and gripped within one hand his now flaming sword and in the other what seemed to be a large tome.

“No…no that’s impossible. THAT was lost hundreds of years ago!” Volundor yelled in a mix of emotions ranging from fear to pure anger.

“Lost once, by the precursors of our people, from our shared heritage. The Dark Ones could not be trusted with such a relic. While you’re kind fled our ancestral lands and cultivated a life of perversion and the occult, we remained true.” Sarion said with ever growing confidence. Volundor upon gazing at the glowing volume grasped within Sarion’s hand began to belt out in anger.

“Your kind is a plague! A disease that foolishly clings to their self righteous teachings! You feebly cling to the belief of your goddess, casting aside the power that has forever remained dormant in this world. I will not be defeated.”

Volundor’s voice began to grow darker and calmer as he regained his composure.

“We…cannot be defeated!”

Sarion halted his advance and looked up in confusion.

“You allied yourself with the Dark One. That is how you called upon demons!” Volundor had his arms occluded by his cloak and his head hanging towards the floor. His eyes shut he spoke softly.

“Allied is one way of putting it.”

“You truly are a monster. I will send you back to your master!” Sarion began to charge at the Emperor who began erupted in anger.

“Sarion! I cannot be defeated! I am eternal!” He reached out into space and his weapon once again manifested. His body now bursting with dark magical energy, he began to dash head on at the King.

Sarion opened the tome that had remained closed and his eyes and hair completely turned white as magic coursed through his body. Runes began to crawl all over his armor and skin.

As the two collided the entire land was engulfed in white light…

And then suddenly black filled all fields of vision.

Was it all a dream?

These events, what were they?

“Where am I?”

“Do you think he knew what he witnessed?” A voice echoed through the darkness. It was calm and almost inquisitive. It spoke with an eloquent tongue but masked a powerful visage.

“No, it most likely passed through him like a torrent. He knows not of what it was.” Another voice responded this one younger.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

The voices could not hear. What’s was going on?

“No matter, I’ve gained more than enough insight.” Said the first one.
“Do we know who the boy is?” He asked questioningly.

“Unfortunately not. My magic couldn’t not trace the source fast enough…but…we’ll find him. One way or another.” He said with a tone of assurance.

“No sense remaining here. Release him.” The first one demanded.

Suddenly vision was becoming clearer. It seemed as if another voice was attempting to pierce through the now murky field of view.
“…”

“..w.”

“…WAKE UP!”

As if a banshee shouted in his ear, Kenru rose up in pure shock. He rose with such force a vase on his nightstand was shook off its base and crashed to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done! You oversleep and cause a mess of everything around here!” The “banshee” revealed itself.

“V-Verena! What are you doing here?” Kenru said still dazed from his dreams, or atleast that was he could call them.

“You we’re due to help me prepare for the festival two hours ago.”  She shouted in a slightly overbearing tone. Her brilliant red hair thrashing around as she cleaned up what remained of the broken vase, she had it parted to one side revealing a certain kind of beauty…

“Well what are you doing!?” She belted at Kenru.

…a beauty overshadowed by a merciless personality.

“S-sorry! Uh, I’ll meet you outside, give me five minutes!” He said as he rose out of his bed. Verena had not noticed he wasn’t fully dressed for guests and had no shirt on.

“Put some clothes on will you!? Ugh, make it quick!” she said clearly embarrassed and marched back outside. Kenru just as much as she was, hurried to get dressed. He looked at a mirror hanging on the wall and gazed at the young man staring back. His blue eyes, a color rare amongst his people, seemed filled with an unusual light. He rose his hand to his head which was pulsing with a pain similar to as if he had his mind probed.

“What was that? A dream or…”

“KENRU HURRY UP, I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” Kenru flung his head around, clearly startled.

“Ugh, coming!”
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