January 22, 2008
This is a chapter from my work-in-progress novel, Exile... It is a part of the 3-part prologue, a small story that can stand alone. Please read it and tell me what you think. Also, if you like what you read, you can click the yellow button in my sig to read the read of my book.
About 12 years before the story begins...
Somewhere in Exile...
“I'm through with this!” George exclaimed, furiously impaling Quinton repeatedly. Blood splattered all over his clothes and his face. After retrieving his bloodstained blade from the dead man’s chest, George turned his attention to The Darkness. “I no longer wish to aid you in your quest,” he said, panting and brushing his dreads from his face.
Looking down at the man drained of life and soaked in a pool of dark blood, The Darkness slowly raised his head. Changing his focus to George, he chuckled.
“You know you are free to do as you please,” a sly, disembodied voice said. A man came out of the ground. He slipped through it as if it wasn’t even there. He wore black pants that stopped at his ankles that had a green pattern, a white shirt, and a black cloak with his hood up. The cloaks sleeves had multiple belts around them for decoration, and on the front a small silver chain fastened the cloak together. He raised his hood revealing a grin on his face. "However . . ."
“Leto,” George growled, “You bastard!”
“However, you know the price of everyone’s mutiny,” The Darkness finished. Every word he spoke carried massive amounts of evil and malice. They pierced George’s nerves like freezing cold needles.
George only lowered his eyes at the two. The Darkness’ words caused his heart to race rapidly and perspire slightly across his brow. He tried not to give the two the satisfaction of showing his fear, but he knew that he may not make it out of this situation unscathed or even alive, for that matter. But George would rather die than work for them any longer.
At that moment, the sun dimmed, painting the horizon with crimson highlights and birds flew out of the trees, covering the sky. “Oh, wouldju look at that awesome sunset!” Leto said, looking off towards his left. “My Lord, lemme take him on such a beautiful setting.”
“Do as you wish.”
Leto took a short step toward the man, George.
George wiped the speckles of blood off of his face. “Do what you must,” George spoke, gripping the blue hilt of his bloody katana, patiently awaiting his opponent’s moves. He then began to think, This may be my last moment alive. I’ll never have the chance to tell my wife and child goodbye. George quickly turned his attention back to Leto. Anger, sadness, and a sense of justice burned in his brown eyes.
“Takes ya back, doesn’t it?” Leto asked him in an uncharacteristically soft voice.
A breeze blew towards George; his dreads flowed in the wind.“Yeah,” George mumbled, managing a grin, “it kinda does . . .”
Leto rushed him with a fury of violent stabs. George dodged and blocked and dodged and block over and over. He looked for an opening, but Leto was too fast. One slip and death would surely greet him. The blade grazed George’s cheek. Leto tossed his sword into the air and threw a right hook at George. He ducked it and slashed horizontally, aiming for Leto’s belly. Leto jumped back, caught his sword and swung it down. George dodged it by jumping to the side and rolling. Leto jumped back into the air, took a deep breath, and exhaled a stream of flames. George counter by swinging his blade and creating a wave of water that doused the oncoming flames.
“Looks like we’re at a stalemate,” Leto said, landing on the ground.
“Maybe so,” George replied.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake and crack. Small amounts of lava began spewing from the Earth. Puddles and rivers of lava soon settled around the two. The heat from the boiling lava was intense.
Leto looked up at the sky. “It’s been awhile since we sparred together,” Leto stated.
“Yes, it has. I believe we’ve both gotten a lot stronger since that day,” George replied.
“Yep.” Leto pointed his blade at George. “Let’s find out just how much stronger.”
George rushed at Leto. He swung his sword and Leto blocked it. As their blades clashed, a gust of cold wind and ice blew from them. They both jumped back. Leto stuck his sword into the ground and a line of fire raced towards George. Just as it neared him George backflipped, narrowly escaping the pillar of fire that just erupted from the ground.
Lightning struck down from the sky on the spot where Leto was. After the flash of light was gone George saw a black object on the ground. Leto? Was he nothing but charred flesh now? George squinted at the burning object. It was only Leto’s cloak. Leto had, of course, dodged the lightning. George, who had landed in a nearby tree, stood up straight to look around for Leto. There he was, near a pool of lava.
“Leto! Warum tust du das?” George asked him. “Wir waren Freunde. Dies ist nicht das, was wir hierher kamen, um zu tun. Wir können am Ende dieses! Hilf mir, ihn aufzuhalten. Denken Sie an Ihre Familie!”
“Ich freue mich über meine Familie denken! Das ist alles, ich jemals darüber!” Leto yelled. He swung his hand forward, controlling the lava to fly towards George.
George jumped from the tree, and the lava set it ablaze. He then sent huge tree roots from the ground towards Leto. Like a giant squid trying to attack a ship, the roots flailed across the ground trying to injure and capture Leto. He was too fast. He jumped and flipped over them and off of them. The ones he didn’t dodge, he simply phased through. The roots stopped moving.
“Dies hat zu beenden,” George said.
“Yes. It does.”
Leto and George both ran at each other, swords raised. George lunged at Leto ready to pierce his chest, but Leto phased through his opponent and his blade. Quickly turning around, Leto thought to himself, Sorry about this, man.
There was one last swing, a swing that was too fast for George’s reflexes . . . Pain erupted through his body . . . Blood filled the air . . . The smell of burning trees, death, and betrayal lingered . . . And finally, he fell . . . with the images of his wife and two-year old son burned into his thoughts.