The Great Battle
The door made an annoying creaking sound as the light mage slowly pushed it open. There was a dark spiral staircase leading downwards into the tower. Orama created a small ball of light at the end of her staff. Now the cold stone walls were visible as she crept her way down. Some parts of the walls were colder than others and sometimes Orama thought she could here the voices of trapped spirits within the black walls. The staircase finally came to an end into a small room. There were two tall wooden double doors, and another staircase leading downwards, most likely to the front gate. Orama grabbed her stomach a bent over. Ahhh. He is definitely in there. I can feel him. I can feel his pain. Shaking off the sickness Orama lifted her staff and blasted open the doors with a great ball of light.
The evil sorcerer stood there waiting. He too, could feel the presence of the mage.
“Well, well, well. Hello there Orama. My spies have told me a great deal about how this great white mage of the light was coming to end my life.” He laughed. “Now that I’m looking at you, I realize my informants have made a grave mistake. One that will cost them there useless lives. You see, Orama, I am a sorcerer. I too, started as a mage when I was younger, but I quickly learned the ways of dark magic and worked my way up the ranks until I received the title of sorcerer.” He said with fire in his eyes.
“I do not wish to converse with you dark one. I only wish to end you. Your evil magics have ended too many lives. Your magic strengths and your past are of no concern to me. Goodbye dark one.” Orama exclaimed while throwing her fist in the air, yelling stunning light. Thunder roared through the tower and a bright light filled the room. When the sorcerer opened his eyes just in time to take a massive ball of light to his chest, causing him to fly into the wall. A large painting of the tower which hung there, fell on top the dark one. Orama charged another ball of light.
Laughing came from under the painting. “So you do mean to end me?” He laughed harder. “Well, you will have to do better than that!” Yell roared as the painting flew across the room, and the sorcerer rose to his feet. Orama released the light orb. The evil man released an orb of his own of equal size. The balls met each other in the middle and started changing colors. A high pitched noise rang out as the now one orb grew and shrunk. Finally, it exploded, sending the sorcerer and the mage flying backwards.
“What?! You are only a mage right? How do you hold so much power?” His scared face left while a smile grew. “ Well, no worries. You are strong, but only as a high mage of some sort. No sorcerer!” He finished, hurling another dark sphere at the half-elf. Orama dodged and fired back. The two battled with light and dark magic around the room like this for some time.
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Meteora landed on a spiral staircase leading upwards. Just like Orama’s it was dark and cool. Without wasting anymore time he ran up to the room that led to the sorcerer’s quarters. The whole way up he could hear the sound of magic exploding, and hitting walls. When he reached the room, he saw the dark sorcerer standing above his cousin.
“You fought well mage, but not good enough to match my power!” He exclaimed while charging a massive dark orb above Orama.
The dark one was just about to let the dark orb fall to end the mage’s life when a black arrow, covered in flames, struck him in the back causing the sorcerer to loose the focus of the orb, and more painfully, to catch fire. Meteora held his hand towards the dark sorcerer, making the flames grow larger and hotter. Some where in the fire the sorcerer looked up at Meteora and smiled. Dark magic doused the flames and a ball of shadow went hurling at the assassin, sending him into the room before the quarters. The sorcerer’s body and face where pitch black due to the flames with one eye melted shut. The dark one turned back to where Orama was laying, but she was gone. When looked back at Meteora he seen that the light mage was there, healing her cousin. Meteora stood to his feet smiling at Orama.
“Thank you cousin.” Meteora said to Orama.
“What goes around comes around Meteora.” The mage winked at her cousin who was realizing the importance of love and friendship.
“Now lets end this pathetic sorcerer’s life!” The assassin said while drawing his katana.
Dodging more dark balls, Meteora and Orama ran at the dark one, who was starting to feel weak from all the damage he took. Orama jumped into the air, flipping over the sorcerer and landing behind him. She then proceeded to press her hand to the sides of the evil man’s head. Using the touch of grace, Orama made the sorcerer fall to his knees, while the dark magic started to leave his body. While he was on his knees Meteora pierced his chest with the katana, sending through to the other side. The evil one let out a gasp and a groan while Orama stood above him, raising her staff into the air. She brought her white staff down through the mouth of the sorcerer, into his throat. The mage created an enormous blast of light energy within his body. First the sorcerer’s body started to crack and fall apart revealing brightly shining light. Then he exploded into thousands of pieces, causing Orama and Meteora to fly into a nearby pile of rubble.
Last edited by Daru; 05-20-2007 at 05:41 AM.
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