The Clan Destined

“MALICRY!” The kings’ rage exploded the instant he saw him. His vision went white with anger the air irradiated with power succumbing to his unbridled rage. The air grew heavy and intense as it chaotically swirled around the crimson warrior, flinging chunks of debris and dust here and there. His grip tightened as his muscles bulged and tensed beneath his armor. He felt the power surge throughout his body as he grasped at it with all his might. His feet lifted effortlessly from the ground, floating within the air for the briefest of moments, single in thought, and strong in purpose. The crumbling walls around him exploded as the king suddenly burrowed straight through the floors’ once impenetrable marble at an inhuman rate head first, his sword pointed directly at Malicry’s black heart. Each floor gave way to the weight of the mighty warrior’s immense power. His body gave off blasting waves of violent translucent energy, sending him deeper and deeper towards his nemesis. As the king neared, Malicry quickly turned with eye’s aglow, malicious in purpose. Throwing both of his claw ridden hands up towards his oppressor his lips murmured in chant casting a wicked spell in its deep inhuman baritone voice he spoke. “Black Death.” The room pulled in on itself as a large black sphere with golden lightning contouring to its large energy mass. The dark energy spun heavily toward the king disassembling everything in its waking path. “You have no power here!” screamed the battle wrecked king through gritted teeth, readying for his own attack in his decent towards his foe. The sword he held became irradiated once more with the same blood red energy coursing throughout the sword. The mysterious control on his arm reeled in the gravalon at visceral speed forming one cohesive piece causing a unique hissing sound to echo throughout the air. “You shall not harm another! This ends here, this end now. I have seen the good in you but you refuse to recognize it. Countless numbers of my people were slain because of my vain attempts to bring you from the darkness. No more, you die here and now!” The king shouted. He stretched his right arm out in front focusing all of his strength. Malicry sneered at the sight of the kings’ power building. “Your will, will bend to my bidding” The dark creature said. “You have taken everything from me. My kingdom, my friends, and now you threaten all I have left! Damn you Malicry, damn you to the bowels of the great void!”, the kings’ sword melded with his arm forming a weapon of pure energy. He felt the words forming in his mind and as the power built to its extreme it gushed from his lips as if the words had a mind of there own. “Omnia mor aequat!” The energy was so fierce it took over the king’s entire body. Red lightning spit from the king’s emblazoned figure licking surfaces, decimating all it touched. The white marble on the floor shattered, breaking off in chunks, the walls began to cave in, the ceiling blasted upwards as his energy collided with Malicry’s dark incantation. Sending out an immense shockwave so powerful it had no sound. “Orin, no” The Queen screamed as her body slammed in to a near by wall. She clutched her stomach as if it were her only saving grace in life. As she slid down the wall; the dark haired olive skinned beauty lost consciousness. It was in that split second the king saw his injured wife in the corner of the room as he passed through the demonic energy that slowly consumed him. Time stood still in that moment. His heart went out to her. He longed to hold her and caress her face, and it was as if a bolt of lightning struck him. His anger exploded giving him even more resolve to slay his enemy. The dark-bluish demons spell dispersed and swirled away as the crimson king connected full on with Malicry’s torso, blowing a hole clean through his body. Blood gushed across the wall and floor behind the demon. In that single moment that the kings killing blow passed effortlessly through his deadly opponents flesh, bone, and sinew. He felt a warm, gentle presence and overwhelming the king with a flood of emotions: sorrow, anger, resentment, guilt, happiness, peace, and then forgiveness. Darkness surrounded him and he thought, “Is this what it feels like to die, an absolute nothing? A beguiling darkness, but free none the less.” A blinding warm light flooded his vision causing him to close his eyes in attempt to shut it out. The intense light slowly dimmed as a warm breeze touched and caressed his skin. “Strange”, he thought, as the presence of another entered his mind. He blinked and wiped his tear filled eyes. His eyes slowly focused. A boy with silver like white hair and skin that was blue as the sky stood with him in a golden wheat field that went on without any signs of stopping. The sky felt unearthly calm as the wind blew gently across the field giving way to a sea of gold. Time felt different somehow here, the king couldn’t shake the feeling. He felt invincible, no pain, no remorse, just a since of peace. The boy mumbled something. “I cannot hear you, what are you saying?” desperately asked the king. He tried to walk closer to the boy only to reappear right where he started. “Thank you” whispered the ghostly child as a man and woman appeared behind him. The child smiled as he took both their hands; in that moment it was all over. Foreign sounds filled the king’s head as the pain of his body became apparent. His mind raced to figure out what the sounds were. Another white flash of hot pain hit him dropping him to his knees. Tears flooded his eyes clouding his vision, he cried openly. “Why should I feel for the likes of you? You mean nothing to me . . . . nothing, do you hear me!” sobbed the forlorn warrior. The golden wheat field swayed to and fro carrying with it life’s subtle message; to live and let live. The warm breeze grew hot as the foreign sounds grew louder and louder. He grew tired as his puffy eyes grew heavy. Darkness was all that he saw. The king’s eyes flash open quickly as they closed, but he no longer stood among the majestic golden ocean wheat but back beneath the castle. His mind tried focus as panic set in. He looked up to find himself locked-in a deadly embrace with Malicry. One out of fear and anger, another out of love and protection, neither willing to admit the other just. The warrior king pulled the masterfully used weapon from the demon, causing it to fall with a heavy thud. His blade glowed white before it returning to its original two bladed form. The entire room shuddered under its own duress as it caved in on itself. An image of the queen’s face popped in his mind. Without pause the king immediately took a step toward his collapsed lover but to his surprise he had suffered a grave wound on his lower left thigh. He looked down to find Malicry’s razor sharp claw that still embedded. “You sly bastard” The king said much to his dismay. He wrenched the claw out of his thigh feeling his body shutter and weakens as the searing sensation of his flesh being pulled away from Malicry’s bloody claws pulsed pain through his body. A hole large enough to see his tendons remained in wake. As the king took another step he dropped almost immediately to one knee as his left thigh enflamed with a surge of pain. The wound bled freely as the warrior rose from the shattered ground. “I must hurry!” yelled the king. As if to will himself through the pain he moved his weakened body. Collateral damage steadily surmounted around the king and queen as if his and her fate were being sealed in the room itself. Feeling light headed he fell to his knees. Using his sword to catch himself, he reached out to his unconscious wife as if to let her know he was still there.