《The Dimensioner Codex: The Warrior's hymns》Fight with Korkon
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Chapter 7
Fight with Krokon
When Amnophia was going to be materialized, she had a different feeling than what had happened the previous time; it was like she was being tugged away to side by unseen hands. Her training told her this must be the protection of the village or she was really in trouble with another wizard or priest.
When she came into being she observed her environment to be full of people fighting each other. It took her a few seconds to revive herself. She spotted Ivan in the battlefront battling people on horses, mostly knights. She went towards him; the Knight was banging his lance at Ivan who was deflecting it with a shield. She thought of her bow and they appeared on her hand. Without waiting a moment, she charged her arrow, which turned green and shot at the lance of the knight. The lance exploded.
Ivan suddenly cut the head of the fighter on the horse. He went to Amnophia and said, “These are the people who kidnap children and weak people and sells them, don’t hesitate to kill them.”
“How will I know who is who?”
“All the men on the horseback are against us, we don’t have any knights in the village, here have this mark.” Ivan gave her a badge and it glowed a red aura around her, then he said again “You will recognized as one among us. If interested you may fight.”
Ivan went away after another knight, Amnophia didn’t know what had to be done, anyway, she readied herself with a green slit arrow, suddenly an arrow flew past her; a blue charged one which was named blue -blossom, a legendary one. Her fighter instincts made her to shoot an arrow at it, there was an explosion from the collision of the arrows. Everyone flew away from the centre of force, only a few were let unbattered, the few. Men dropped down from the horses, horses slept aside, many were running away from there, they formed ranks behind a man on the horse wearing a blade, unaffected by burst of shock and waves of energy.
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Ivan suddenly lifted himself from the shock; every master formed a circle around Mystcot. The other fighters went to the walls for support. Leofin was unaffected; Ivan motioned him to join ranks so he did so.
Mayoko told in the elfian language, “Better you join our rank sister, at least temporarily. Better than to stay alone aside.”
Amnophia moved beside Mayoko, Ogrek seemed unpleased by this. Krokon understanding he had no chance of winning against them, at least presently, he had another plan in his mind.
He said, “I am Krokon, the…”
“I know you Krokon, disinherited one.” said Mystcot.
“Nice you seemed to recognize me Mystcot, them
you may know why I came here.”
“What do you seek?”
“Information.”
“Go to Caddernod.”
“He seems not to be willing to help, anyway, I need more than a priest’s vision, I want first hand information.”
“Of what”
“Don’t know, you always wondered me, you became a master while you could have become a knight, I want to know where the grave of Raddak is. Where is his sword?”
“You will never get to know it. Even if you get there, you will never become the warren Warrymn.”
“I have powerful friends who can wrack the sword.”
“How dare you say so, the sword will lose its power and value.”
“Will be better than a blade.”
“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“I am happy I didn’t kill you, so now you can see my ascent.”
“Mayoko kill him.”
Mayoko took out her arrow within a span of a second and her blue-blossom flew at Krokon, something came out of Krokon’s hand, a badge with a sign, it absorbed the whole energy, the arrow dropped down. Suddenly Amnophia remembered her ‘pink brokoned’ arrow and made one from an ordinary one by charging it and shot it at the badge, the badge exploded, everyone unsheathed their blades, Revarin started enchanting a spell.
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Suddenly a disk of shadow appeared of nowhere, engulfing the whole of Krokon and his comrades and they were gone.
Revarin stood digesting the fact.
Marmok said to him, “You weaved your spell faster this time.”
“that was not me.” said Revarin.
Everyone stood silent understanding the fact, then sighing over the fact.
Then Mystcot said, “Anyway, let’s go inside to decide, Leofin follow us, you are also welcomed elf, call all the patrol to guards the borders.”
When Krokon materialized, he suddenly searched for his comrades; they seemed all right and were already on guard. Of course, the dead had already been disposed.
Mermokia said, “That wizard teleported us to here, they are all cowards.”
“That was not a wizard.” said a voice from behind. “It was me.”
Krokon pointed his blade at the voice, so did they all.
There was a lay in black robes, her face was white as the dove, her hair flew back, dark as the night, she had no weapons with her, but her eyes were deadly terrifying and charming.
“Who are you?” asked Mermokia.
“Always the same question, who am I, why am I here, ask some easy and valuable questions.”
“What do you want lady.” asked Krokon pointing his blade at her though she was far away. She waved her hand and the blade in the hand of Krokon vanished.
“You won’t need those anymore.” said the lady, “You are the selected one Krokon. You shall represent the Leptecotors, you shall be shadow rager.”
The Lady pointed out something from her arm towards Krokon, it was a sword, black in colour, made of onyx. Its aura was strong enough that everyone’s eyes blinked. Krokon having experienced many battles saw that it was a sword waiting to be binded, he advanced, the sword flew from the arm of the lady towards Krokon’s arm, his body started to flow with energy, the soldier dresses he was wearing exploded and instead came a new dress made of blackness, his breastplates grew stronger, a new shield developed, his white hair due to aging turned black, his face shone with bright light, then the light faded, he turned normal, he sheathed his new sword to his belt, his hair was still dark and face fair and neither dress gone nor his armor.
The lady in Black smiled, she looked towards Mermokia and said, “You shall be his right hand, young warrior.”
The blade he was carrying erupted with energy, the newly transported energy of sword, the blade had been turned a sword, he developed a new armor and dress of silver, his new sword shone brightly.
The Lady said, “Rise Mermokia, son of silver, you carry your father’s proves.”
Mermokia’s face brightened, “So you are the Lady of chaos, power and heritage. My father told once.”
“That was me, and that is not me.”
Mermokia gasped to speak something but stopped in between. Every comrade was gasping in surprise, at the dark of the night.
Then the Lady again said, “You shall fight against the King and will become the King, everyone with you will be blessed, go forth and conquer.”
Every one of his comrades had some new weapon now, some new power, now they were ready to conquer the lands of Demru. Because from light shall come darkness and from darkness light.
Krokon said, “We have to call all my supporters. Call everyone, I have power to give power now. Call my friend mages, drow, everyone. We shall rule this world together and you all shall be my first Lieutenants.”
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