Creative Writing Wednesday: “The Epic Legend of Damien Fell”, Part 10

Posted: September 5, 2012 in Creative Writing Wednesday, The Epic Legend of Damien Fell
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Help me.

~ Ian

 

The Epic Legend of Damien Fell

Chapter 10: Shadow Falls

 

We have served our purpose, said Jorquim, majestic King of the Griffons, greatest of all the beasts of the air.

“I thank you both,” said Damien Fell.

You will thank us when you journey to Ma’a’ka’la’uun, and act as my servent, replied Jorquim haughtily. You owe us a debt, Warrior of Darkness, and if you do not repay us, we will travel to wherever you are and disembowell you, no matter where you are, no matter how you try to hide. 

“I will not try to hide,” Damien said. “I will serve you for a year and a day, and I will do so whith honor.”

Swear it, Jorquim commanded.

Damien fell raised his right hand and, drawing his great broadsword Stormshadow, cut a gash in his hand. Dark black blood flowed from his open palm.

“I so swear,” Damien Fell said.

Good said Jorquim in his booming deep voice, then we are appeased. I will see you again, Damien Fell, when you come to Ma’a’ka’la’uun to serve me in my war against the other mosters. And with that, Jorquim and his two mates spread their wings wide and took off into the brooding bloodred sky.

“Farewell, most nomble of beasts,” Damien Fell said, raising his hand in salute to the griffons.

“They’re such beautiful creatures,” princess Ambaryssa murmered.

“That’s the truth,” exclaimed Shaira, “but where is the Womb of Shadow and Light? I had thought that it was a cave deep into the ground.”

“It is,” said Damien Fell. “In fact, it’s right over—–” and he gestured to the waterfall of lava———- “there!!!!

And with his gesture, the waterfall parted, spreading wide like the legs of a gorgeous dark-aelfynn prostitute, only huge and made of burning liquid rock.

“Beautiful” whispered Ambaryssa.

“ANd how are we supposed to get across the lake of fire to get to the Womb of Shadow and Light?” Asked Shaira. “The lake is easily a mile wide. How are we supposed to cross it? I’m good at jumping, but not THAT good.”

“Simple,” said Damien Fell. “Ambaryssa. You know what to do.”

“I do,” said Ambaryssa, and lifting her head, she began to sing.

 

The darkness is dark and the night be cold

And I’m borken and tired and feel so old

But I will not stray from shadow and pass into endless night

I’ll walk the path of goodness, I’ll take the road of Lyghte.

 

And Damien Fell lifted his voice to answer her:

 

The light it is blinding and the sun shines so hot

And I never want to try and be the thing I’m not

I’ll take to the shadows where everything is best

I forsake all sunlight and go into the Darkness.

 

Finally, the two lovers, Mayden of Lyghte and Warrior of Darkness, lifted their perfect golden voices to the dark read heavens, singing a duet.

 

And we will walk to gether, the sun and the moon

We will walk across the world, across the darkened room

We will create a Fusion, we will concieve a world

We sing the endless saga, the tale of man and girl.

 

They came to the final couplet, and their voices rang out over the lava:

 

We will not let Evershyria vanish into endless night

We will come here together, to the Womb of Shadow and Light.

 

As they sang the final couplet of the song, it seemed to Shaira that tendrils of silvery white light and inky black darkness came and rose up, like tentacles on a cosmic octopus. The tendrils danced and spun and spiraled and rithed, in time to the music of Ambaryssa’s and Damien’s song, and joining together, they seemed to wind themselves into a braid, a braid made of mingled Darkness and Lyghte. The braid laid itself down at their feet, and it was suddenly a bridge: a bridge that was maid of what looked like glowing marble: white marble, with streaks of black. Or was it black marble, with streask of white? Shaira couldn’t tell, and didn’t think there was any point in trying to figure it out, for the substance of the bridge shifted and changed. It was the mingling of Lyghte and Shadouwe. A fusion of Good and Evil. It was a bridge made from the contrary opposites of Heaven, Hell, and Mortality. It was, in essence a bridge that was Evershyria, and Evershyria was in it. This was the point of no return. They were going into the Womb of Shadow and Light, and there was no turning back.

Shaira swallowed nervously.

Let’s go.” Damien Fell said decisively.

They set foot on the brigde, and as they did, it seemed as if the entire earth shook, like a giant at the moment of orgasm.

“LOOK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” shouted Damien Fell……………………………………………………………………………………..

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….but as he did, a giant head broke the surface of the water…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

It was huge. It was serpentine It was scaled with obsidian glowing redhot with head, and had massive giant sharp pointed fangs the size of small trees. The eyes were easily the size of the common room of your average-sized disreputable tavern, and they burned with golden-red fire. The head had massive horns as tall as towers, and nostrils like vast gaping holes that steamed and smoked and gave forth noxius yellow gas. And it rose into the air, higher and higher, on a giant serpentine neck, until its shoulders breached the water and it unfurled its massive batlike wings, wings that were the size of a city………………………………………………………………

The Dragon of Shadow and Light had come to defend its territory.

“ςηατ τηε φθψκ αρε υοθ δοινγ ηερε” it said. “βαψλ οφφ, ν00βλαρ, ορ ι ςιλλ βε φορψεδ το ποπ α ψαπ ιν υοθρ πθνκ-ασσ ασσ”

“It speaks the ancient and nobel tounge of the Dragons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” exclaimed Ambaryssa. “I speak Draconian, my love! It was one of the skills taugth to me as a Princess of Karass Mor!”

“Speak to it!” cried Damien Fell. “Tell it that we mean no harm!”

Ambaryssa nodded, and spreading her arms wide, addressed the mighty dragon. “οη γρεατ ονε, ςε αρε ηθμβλε τραωελερσ ςηο ςιση το εντερ τηε ςομβ οφ σηαδος ανδ λιγητ. μιγητ ςε βε περμιττεδ το εντερ, μιγητ δραγον”

“νο”, the dragon replied. “πισσ οφφ. ονλυ τηε ςαρριορ οφ δαρκνεσσ ασ τηε μαυδεν οφ λυγητε σηαλλ βε περμιττεδ το ενδερ τηε ςομβ.”

“βθτ ςε αρε τηε ςαρριορ οφ δαρκνεσσ ανδ τηε μαυδεν οφ λυγητ!” exlcaimed Ambaryssa.

“οη ρεαλλυ? ςηο’σ τηε βιντ ιν βλαψκ?”

“τηισ ισ σηαιρα, οθρ μοστ νοβλε ανδ τρθστεδ ψομπανιον.”

“σηε ψαν’τ εντερ. ι’μ γοινγ το ηαωε το κιλλ υοθ αλλ.”

And with that, the Dragon of Shadow and Light attacked.

“Prepare for battle!” Yepled Damien Fell. With that cry, he drew his sword Stormshadow, which glowed with darkness, as inky black and shadowy as the inside of a hole. Ambaryssa spoke a word of power and lept into the air, silvery-blue angel wings forming on her back from nothing as she spoke another word and shot a beam of pure golden energy at him. Damien Fell jumped higher than Shaira had ever seen anyone jump, springing through the air as tendrils fo darkness formed around himself, like lashing tentacels of dark power. He swung Sotrmshadow through the air, and it left a trail of darkness behind it as it cut through the air, humming with arkane power, slicing into the Dragon of SHadow and Light’s neck, leaving a gash ten feet deep. The dragon screamed in pain, and then Ambaryssa shot a second beam of power like a flaming laser directly into the dragon’s eyes.

Shaira couldn’t believe her eyes. The Mayden of Lyghte and the Warrior of Darkness, fighting side by side together, a melding of Lyghte and Dakrness like nothing the world had ever seen. It was incredible. It was magical. It was glorios and terrible and a million other things that she didn’t even have words for.

The dragon screamed and beat its wings, taking to the air. It breathed a stream of superheated flame at Ambaryssa, but she crossed her arms, creating a sheild of force that kept the flame from hitting her.

“HEY!!!!!!!” Shouted Damien fell. “DON’T HURT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

He swung Stormshadow above his head like a helicopter rotor and used it to hover in the air. Then, swinging his legs back around his back, he pulled the two pistols that he’d crafted ages ago, the only guns in all of Evershyria, with his feet, and blasted shot after shot at the dragon using his feet. The blasts stung the dragon’s eyes, and temproarily blinded him. Swinging out with a giant claw, the dragon struck at Damien Fell, and knocked him down towards the burning hot lava.

“Damien!!!!!!!” ejaculated SHaira. “I’m coming for you.” WIth that she sprung off the rock spire, down towards the lava in one giant, perfectly executed leap, right towards Damien Fell. Whirling her chain around her in a perfect figure eight, she whipped it out and caught Damien as he fell, swinging him back up towards her. After that, she adjusted her flight path in midair, so that she landed on a chunk of black obsidian floating in the lava, a floating island in the middle of a lake of fire.

“Thanks for that,” Damien Fell said.

“It’s no trouble,” replied Shaira. “Now go! I’ll hold off the Dragon, you go with Ambaryssa into the Womb of Shadow and Light!”

“Are you sure???” cried Damien Fell.

“Of course!!!” cried Shaira. “Go!”

Damien Fell nodded and leapt to the bridge over the lake. “Ambaryssa!” he screeched. “To the Womb!”

Ambaryssa nodded, blasting the dragon with a final beam of blue energy, and began to fly to the parted waterfall of lava that concealed the Womb of Shadow and Light. Damien Fell followed her, on the bridge.

Shaira smiled, pulling her liquidly-flowing aelfynn-forged chain close to her, whipping it and preparing to attack the dragon. “Well,” she said to the chain, “this is it. The last stand.” And she leapt into the air, uttering the ancient battle-cry of the Shadow Syndicate:

FOR THE MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ambaryssa came down from the air, landing on the brigde next to Damien Fell at the entrance to the Womb of Shadow and Light.

“Damien…………………………………” she moaned, “I feel………… weak……………………………………………………………” And with that, she colappsed to the ground, her angel wings disolving into sparkling flecks of Lyghte.

“Ambaryssa! My love, can you hear me??????”

Damien Fell knelt down next to Ambaryssa, kissing her on the forehead. “Well be there soon,” he said. And with that, he picked her up, entering into the Womb of Shadow and Light…………………………………………………………………………………….

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The battle between Shaira and the Dragon of Shadow and Light raged outside, with no clear victor between either side. Just when it seemed like the dragon would kill Shaira with his flaming breath, she would blink out of existance and reappear in a different place, there to strike. And Shaira couldn’t hurt the dragon very well. She didn’t have Damien Fell’s strength; couldn’t strike through the dragon’s glowing red-hot obsidian scales.

Then she remembered the secret that her mentor had told her all those years ago, about how to kill a dragon. She remembered, all of a sudden, what he had said when he trained her in the arts of Shadouwe Magycke, how to disappear without being seen, how to kill without a sound, how to do all the Forbyddyn Artes that the members of the Shadouwe Syndicate knew how to do.

If you want to kill a dragon, he had said, there’s no opening in the scales. You can’t kill it by beating away at the outside. You can try. of course, but you’ll always fail. No, Shaira, to kill a dragon, you have to destroy it from the inside out.

Of course, thought ShAira. Master, you are so wise. May your spirit ever lie in rest.

Steeling herself, Shaira dived towards the gaping, canyon-sized maw of the Dragon of Shadow and Light. It opened wide to recieve her. She flew into the mouth, past the forest of sintillating diamond teeth, past the huge lashing purple tounge, until she landed on the dragon’s uvula: a huge thing thirty feet in length, razor-edged and pulsating.

“Master, I thank you,” said Shaira. “This is for Damien Fell and Ambaryssa!!!!!!”

She opened her mouth wide, and screamed, “EKIRTSEWUODAHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A knifelike blast of shadow burst upwards from Shaira’s outstretched arms, blasting through the roof of the dragon’s mouth, through the nose and the cavernus sinuses, and directly into the dragon’s brain. Shaira’s world shook, like it was undergoing an earthquake, or really it was going through every earthquake imaginable, in the history of Evershyria, and all the lands that had come before.

The dragon screamed, and fell from the air, landing in the lake of lava with a sound like a turkey falling into a vat of burning oil.

Then there was silence.

For a moment, if anyone had been watching, they would have thought that Shaira was dead. This wouldn’t be a surprise, ofcourse, since she fell from a great height.

But then, there was a renching, squooshing sound, coming from the dragon’s lava-red eyeball. And then, bursting out of it in a blast of orange vitrious humor, was Shaira, covered in filk and sweat, panting with the exirtion of her task.

“I………. I did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried. “I killed him!!!!!!!! I’m a dragonslayer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

There was a sudden pain in Shaira’s chest, and the happiness died on her lips. She gasped in pain, looking down to her formerly-fine bosom.

There was the point of a sword, sticking out from between her breasts.

The sword was removed with a wrenching sound, and Shaira colappsed, dead.

Congratulations,” said Travyss Hawke, smiling and wiping human blood from the ancient blade Rayventallon. “Does that make me…………………….. A DRAGONSLAYERSLAYER???????????????????????????

END CHAPTER 10

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Comments
  1. Blake says:

    I can’t read all ofwhat the Wyrmspeake, but the passages I could make out were well done. One guess: “Whatever. You can’t kill us all.”

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