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The Ultimate Battle

Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 6:18 am

This story is an non-dota story. I do not know wether it is allowed here but still, here i go.
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Prologue

Rikilion dashed across the landscape hunting his victim.Blood poured through his wounds and as it flew in the opposite direction with the wind,it smeared his face with its red tint. Undaunted, he ran faster leaping from rock to tree to rock. This was the hunt he had been preparing for a long time. He was relishing every moment of this chase for it was going to be his last one.
He knew he was being lured into a trap but nevertheless ran after him. He knew he wouldnt live this fight but neither would he go down without a fight. He would make him wish he had never fought him.
Suddenly, Rikillion felt as though the air he was breathing was changing, becoming more sinister. The time for his final batlle had come. He stopped, sniffed the air like a bloodhound. His sinous body moved carefully, his hazel eyes darted around. His face in continuos motion, his red hair waved around.
Rikilion turned around. Seeing no danger for the time being, he reflected upon his toughts. His life had been a happy and content one. He had always been fighting defeating anyone and everyone he opposed with ease. His swordsmanship was unrivalled in its splendour.His sword had cut through armaour again and again. Then everthing changed when Feralas challenged him. They both were equals. But then, Feralas sought the help of the NightShade and slowly gained the upperhand. This was the final battle now. The last one.
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Chapter One: The Challenger

Rikilion woke up, his face perspirng. Sweat was pouring down his face.He had been having the same dream for the past five days, each time resulting in him waking up, perspiring heavily. It seemed as if the dream was trying to warn him of a challenger, someone who would oppose his formidable skills.

It was as though the world was answering to his fearss for the news soon spread through the town thata challenger was challenging Rikilion to a duel.
A duel to the death. But then, he, Rikilion was hardly going to give in to his fears. There had been many who had challenged him in the past and all of the had been vaniquished without so much as a scratch on him. But this was different, no one had challenged him to a duel to the death before.

Rikilon sheathed his freely hanging rapier and det out for the duel. It was now dusk, the sky ablaze with a fiery red, the colour of red. It was as if even nature was a spectator to this fight. The fighting arena was already packed with people but Rikilion, as usual, jumped over thier heads in one single bound. His opponent was already waiting. To his surprise, he found that the young man of about twenty five years was unnerving him for some strange reason. He had an aura of immense hatred and power surrounding him. For, the first time, Rikilion entered the arena without knowing the outcome of the battle. Calming his nerves, he set into the ring and charged at the boy at the same time asking,"What is your name?" The boy replied,"My name is Feralas." and parried the blow with as much ease as it had taken him to mouth his name.
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Chapter Two:Lightning Fast

Daunted, Rikilion jumped back in surprise and twirled around and saw to his surprise that Feralas was standing behind him, his blue blade reflecting the setting sun's crimson rays. Rikilion jumped back and landed on one foot. Even before he could place his other foot, Feralas charged froward, his blade in front of him as if it were a lance. Rikilion did not even have time to block the attack let alone evade it. Feralas stopped inches away from Rikilion's face letting the shockwave hit Rikilion. Rikilion's hair blew backwards and a tiny drop of blood trickled down his face leaving a light red stain.

Feralas, to even his own surprise found his hands hacking at Feralas with his serpentine crimson blade only to find the jarring vibration of meatal clash with metal time and again.

I am the best swordsman there is and I am not going to lose from Feralas.

Exhausted, he stopeed to take a quick breath, he found something cold touch his skin. Looking back, he saw Feralas plunge his blade deeper. He fell to the ground, a defeated person. All this had happened within the split second Feralas had stopped to regain his breath. Feralas' sword pierced the hard ground.

I have been defeated.I have been defeated with only a drop of blood shed.

Rikilion's ego shattered, he lay on the ground. Feralas' last words before disappearing were," You have much to learn young man. Even though I may look young, I am older than the oldest man in this village. There are thousands of swordsmen out there, each stronger than I am and all each of them want to do is defeat you. I shall return after a month and then shall train you myself. Till then pratice with my blade while I take yours."

My opposser came from nowhere but while he was here, he has changed everything in my life at the speed of lightning. How ironic that he can also move at the speed of lightning.

The villagers crowded around him and saw that Feralas' blade had been impaled between Rikilion's arm and torso leaving him completely unharmed.Rikilion got up and picked up the blue blade but only with much difficulty for he found that the heavy blade weighed far more than his thin rapier.

'I am still young and have a lot of things to learn. I shall learn all that there is to learn and further.I shall see to it from now on that no one who opposes me lives to tell a victorius battle against me.' tought Rikilion as he walked home staggering under the weight of the blue blade.
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Chapter Three:The Duel

Waking up, Rikilion realized he knew the meaning of the dream he had been having. It had meant to tell him of the arrival of a rival stronger than him, a rival of whom he would learn and become better and then would hunt his very teacher to defeat him and prove himself worthy.

'Then that is exactly what I will do.' tough Rikilion,"But first pratice while Feralas returns."said Rikilion in a low whisper. For some reason, Rikilion couldn't believe that Feralas was really as old as he said he was. It was disconcerting that such a young body should carry the burden of a soul older than a hundred years in a normal human. It was not only disconcerting, it was impossible unless...unless Feralas were to be a elf and then it hit Rikilion. Feralas was a elf. That explained his unnatural speed, inhuman strength and battle powress. The speed was probably some magic of his and anyways, Elves were known to be unbeatable by any but their kind and some extrodinarily strong humans.

'I am planning to rival the powers of an elf. But he had said that I had potential to defeat him or something to that effect. This is crazy.'tought Rikilion as he readied himself for his pratiice sesion. Fully ready, he picked up Ranvir, the blade given to him by Feralas.He had found the name on the hilt of the blade. It was an elvish name.

Rikilion spun around gracefully, jumping into the air, parrying invisible attacks, slashing invisible targets. Feralas had nearly mastered the blade or so he tought and to any normal spectattor, it would seem true. Twirling, slashing, ducking and all of this he did with infinite grace and accuracy. Thirty nine days he had praticed his moves. His to-be mentor would be arriving any time today.

So he praticed the whole day but there was no sign of Feralas. Only a old aching traveller had come to the city that day. He was a trader but had lost all he had to bandits said the trader. Rikilion, out of pity offered him a place at his house. Rikilion was nearly asleep when he heard the unmistable sound of a blade slashing through the air.

His reflexes saved him as he jumped of the bed without even he himself having any idea of what he had done. The bed split in half as the noise of wood breaking into splinters echoed around the house. Looking back, he saw the old trader holding a sword in his hands, his wrinkles had disappeared. Rikilion stepped back towards the wall and pulled out Ranvir and then dashed out of the house.

The trader followed him all the while slashing at him hoping to get a hit in. One month back, Rikilion would have been killed by this onslaught evven before he got out of his bed but his pratice seemed to have paid off and with one quick slash he disarmed his opponent and placed the tip of Ranvir on the old man's neck. "Who are you and what do you want?" asked Rikilion. The trader only said," Yes, you are the one." before moving his neck forward resulting in the old trader dying with Ranvir plunged into his neck. Rikilion only looked at the trader's corpse distraught at the notion that he had killed anyone. He always defeated, not killed. He noticed a figure moving in the shadows and readied his sword but the figure said,"It is I, your tutor and the wielder of the blade Ranvir." and jumped into the shadows revealing himself to be Ferlas. Rikilion heard the village bell chiming twelve times a second after the appearence of Feralas.
'So, it was indeed true that elves are always punctual.'tought Rikilion a smile forming on his lips. Feralas had reached Rikilion within the one month of Alakian time.
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Chapter Four:Relations

"Who was he? And why was he attacking me? By the way, he had a fine sword."said Rikilion.
"He was one of the Kil-Modi. A group which has taken a oath to destroy all half breeds. You are one. You are part-elf,part-human possessing the battle spirit of the elves,their age but also having the human positives like intelligence, a desire to protect friends and not to kill unless absolutely necessary. Of course, ills which plague both races shall plague you too. I am also sure that you have realized I am elf. By the way, that sword of the dead Kil-Modi is elven and it is yours now. Use it. Rarely will you find a sword better than that."replied Feralas.
Rikilion's eyes darted towards the sword and surprisingly he found that he could see it as clearly as if it were day even though it was well past midnight. Another of those fabled elven powers. He read the name on the blade with his sharpened eyes. Reaperforth . He wasnt surprised to know that he was part elf. It all fit together. His being an orphan, his superior battle prowress. Also, knowing the fact with certainity seemed to heighten his powers and reveal unknown powers like night vision. Feralas sheathed a new sword and attacked Rikilion. Rikilion instinctively put his hand to his belt to find his blade missing. He looked around and saw his blade where he had fallen rapidly turning into dust. Rikilion jumped sideways and picked up ReaperForth. Feralas said," You have grown stronger but I am afraid that you are still not strong enough to defeat me. Also, the blade which I gave you will no longer be useful to you simply because, now, both its past owners,you and me, have found new blades. Now defend yourself with ReaperForth."and saying so, Feralas charged once again.
Rikilion found Reaperforth light and agile after Ranvir. It also gave him a sense of a symbiotic relation. Jumping, slashing and dodging, Rikilion strived to find a opening in which to attack Feralas but to no avail. Rikilion jumped in the air behind Feralas in an attemp to slice his back but found himself being the target of Kronos, Feralas' blade as his eyes saw even in the midst of the fight. Kronos . The Titan God. A mighty being. Rikilion had no time to dodge the blow in mid-air. Surprisingly, he found ReaperForth moving of its own accord to block the attack. He felt the blades' mind taking control of his own. He let it do so but found that it was not taking over but just sharing space with him in his body. His eyes glowed red and Rikilion on landing attacked with all his might, his blade helping him now. Faster and stronger than before, even Feralas was no match for this attack and admitted his defeat. Rikilion stopped attacking and said,"How did ." but was interrupted by Feralas. Feralas said," I see.. An elven blade is a living thing mbut dormant till it finds its true master and then it sahll awaken aiding its master in battles and dying only when its master dies. Slowly, you should be able to communicate with it for I think you have found your perfect match in ReaperForth. From now on you shall be known as Rikilion ReaperForth. Enough Said. Now we rest and begin our training tommorrow."
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Chapter Five:Death

Every morning, the villagers rose not to the call of the chicken but to the sound of the blades clashing and they would here it throughout the day with some infrequent gaps. Feralas trained Rikilion in all the arts of swordfightinin and found to his pleasent surprise that Rikilion soon surpassed him in swordfighting but was defeated time and again only because Feralas used his magic powers to make a comeback. Ofcourse, he did not reveal this to Rikilion.

They would often wake up at six and begin their pratice by the next hour and they would continue for the rest of the day only stopping to take food and then finally to sleep. They would stop their session early so as to not disturb the sleeping villagers and instead Feralas would then train him in the presice art of magic. It was a taxing thing to prstice magic even at full strength and more so after a days fighting. This severly slowed down the process of learning magic but it paid off in one way that Rikilion, after a couple of months of training obtained emough stamina to even duel Feralas for a day without consuming any food.

Feralas was trained in the elementary magics enough to use it in his sword training sessions with the sword and used this to his advantage. And so they practiced for a year. One day, as usual, they began training but they did this in the woods. Feralas said," Now the time has come when we shall see wether you are capable of defeating me or not. Use all of your strength against me and try to beat me. Lets go." Rikilion nodded and unsheathing his sword, ReaperForth he jumped back landin on a branched. The white blade reflected in the sunlight reflecting a beam of light onto a bush. Feralas did the same and then used his blade to cover his eyes. He then said,"Now, we both shall meld our consiousness with our blades." and so saying closed his eyes and when he opened them the dark black of his blade replaced his normal hazel eyes. Rikilion copied Feralas and the calm blue of his eyes was replaced by a white fire. His eyes seemed to glow with power. And so a n epic battle began.

Rikilion and Feralas both leaped from their branches at the same time and they met in mid air, a sound echoing into the forests, the sound of blade crashing with armour. Rikilion had spun around in mid air and dodging Kronos had jumped over Feralas using kronos has a platform and slashed at Feralas from the back but his armour held. Has soon as this happened, birds and other wildlife fled from the area. They both landeed on their feet and as soon as he landed, Ferlas spun around and slashed at the descending Rikilion. Reaperforth took over and parried the blow but it was Kronos that responded to the block, not Feralas. It was now a blades, not people. Feralas and Rikilion, implicitly trusting their blades gave in. Sparks flew out the immediate air around was heated up in the ensuing encounter. Kronos heavier stuck harder blows but was slow and the nimble rapier Reaperforth was able to dodge the attacks. The same went for the wielders. One heavy with bulk, the other swift and nimble. In fact. the blade and wielder looked more similar than before noted Rikilion in his unconcious state of mind.

The wielders slowly slipped back into their true states of mind. They found that they had completely exhausted themselves, rather their blades had exhausted them. It was a fight between two equal swordsman. Rikilion summoned all his remaining energy and channeled it into his blade combining its energy with his own and struck a blow at Feralas. Feralas also seemed to be in no better condition and underestimating the attack blocked it instead of dodging it and he saw his defense shattering before his eyes, his sword giving way and his legs buckling under the pressure. He sent a fresh wave of energy but it was too late. Just as Feralas had underestimated the attack, so had Feralas underestimated the attack and the sword's edge slice through Feralas neck severing it at once. Feralas' neck dangling by a thin strip of tissue and nerves, he fell to the groung dead. He had lost the battle even before the fatal blow as he had known that Rikilion possesed more strength than he did towards the end.

Rikilion shocked, fel to the ground and tried all the healing spells he knew but to no effort. Ironically, grief seemed to strenghen the bond between wielder and blade making him stronger but at the cost of the one who had made him stronger. Unknowingly, he had come to look up to Feralas as a stern, strict father but a father nevertheless and losing a father again did nothing but make his eyes wet for the second time in his life.
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Chapter Six:Revival

Rikilions face showed traces of tears as it had flowed down his face wiping out the dirt on his face in the forest. Feralas' body had been carried by Rikilion back to his home. He had had to drag him through the ground as he had barely enough energy to walk alone, let alone drag a heavy elf behind him. The fight had left him drained and it was only the renewed energy that kept him alive but something was now feeding on its energy as it was on his. Feralas was still not able to communicate clearly with his blade but could feel iots emotions. He was surprised to find the emotions clear like a normal being. He was also surprised to find the ReaperForth satisfied as though it had achieved something. Repulsed, he was going to discard it when he suddenly felt attracted to it. A strange attraction that stopped him from discarding it. He sheathed it all the while consuming its energy and picked up Kronos in his hand.

Rikilion placed the body in a coffin and then buried it in secret. To curious villagers, he replied that Feralas had left the village for some reason and had asked him also to follow him as he now planned to leave the village in search of redemption for even though orphaned the Christian values had not been lost on him and he believed that a person could only be cured of the sin of commiting a murder by harsh penance. But, he was not a sage, he was a soldier and he would gain redemption by winning his battles without killing anyone and growing stronger as a final gift to Feralas.

But, before he left he fashioned a sheath in which to carry Kronos. It was heavy and might help him out in his basttles. He also felt related to the blade and also saw this relation grow stronger until it reached the relation Reaperforth shared with him. The relationship would not or could not grow stronger but it also seemed to nullify the adverse effects of his murder for this was the blade of the deceased Feralas himself.

Once thing Rikilion found strange was that Kronos had not disintegrated on the death of Feralas even though Ranvir had disintegerated on his favouring a new blade. He mulled over this day and night but could not find a answer. He finally set out on his journey of redemption a couple of weeks after the cremation of Feralas. On reaching some distance from his village, he ruminated on what he would do. He culd hunt for food wasily with sword or magic but what he would do, he had no idea of.

I shall find out people and battle them and defeat them as a final tribute to my master, Feralas.

A voice chuckled and said," So you accept me as your master only after my death do you? You used to adamantly refuse it when I was alive, eh boy? And you do not have the need to pay a final tribute to me. Ofcourse, vaniquish your opponents but i would like it if I would get some better tribute on my death. What do you say, eh?" Rikilion had no doubt as to who the voice belonged to. The doubt was as to how a dead body could rise from the grave adn speak to him, that too without being seen. He stared around dumbstruck to see where the voice of Feralas came from and wether there was anyone impersonating his voice.

Feralas' voice said," Dont look so confused boy, I am inside you, part of you. In fact, I would go as far as to say that you are being possessed by me.Didnt you realize as to why I never used magic to save myself in my last breaths? No, you didnt. Ofcourse not otherwise I would have known being in your body and all. I had intended to die, you see."
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Chapter Seven: The Assassin

"But how and why?" asked Rikilion in a loud voice unable to judge the voice he should speak at. "Dont shout, Remember I am inside you. A whisper is enough. As for your question, I did this with the help of ReaperForth. It was made by me, you see. I had a kind of link with it. I realised the only way to defend you from the Kil-Modi was to sacrifice myself and possess you combining your swordsmanship with my magic. There was not enough time to make you learn everything in magic that I know. It was a planned death. A spell, a possessing spell on you and the first thing that died in your vicinity would possess you. I was the first thing." replied Feralas.

"O, I get it. This way you can train me also providing a boost in my magical powers till I get strong enough to find you another body, right?"said Rikilion in a whisper remembering Feralas' words. Feralas' voice was downcast when he spoke," I am afraid that is not possible. Now I am just a mere wisp of soul lodged in your body, sharing it. A seperation will tear my essence apart. I am afraid we are bonded together. But there is one more advantage to this. Now that I am part of you, you can command both my blade, Kronos and yours, ReaperForth in addition to your strengthened magic. Just give me acess to your well of magic and I will be able to use magic. You know how to open your magic storage."

"So....you mean to say that I am stuck with an annoying voice inside my head forever more." asked Rikilion smiling. Feralas' voice was cheery when he said," You should learn respect for your elders and teachers." "Who elder? I cannot see anyone and can hear only an annoying voice inside my head. But.." his tone becoming more serious, he continued,"you said something about protecting me from the Kil-Modi but they do not seem to have dared to make an appearance after I killed one of them. Will you care to explain?" "Well....you seriously think the Kil-Modi have forgotten about you?, the last half-breed? Ofcourse not. It was only my barriers that prevented them from coming near you untill you were trained enough to take most of them on. But that wasnt going to happen for a few more years and I was dying, my magic was weakening. I am old beyond your expectations. This possession has increased my life span for as long as you live but the barriers broke when I died."

Before Rikilion could answer, a person entered from the surrounding trees. Rikilion saw that the man was dressed in the uniform of a assassin. Dark blue clothes, his head was wrapped in a dark blue loincloth with only his saphire eyes unmasked. He had a belt tied around his waist, a crude one of cloth. He was slim and Rikilion just noticed the hilt of a saber on his back. An assassin without doubt. One of Kil-Modi probably. The assassins voice would have been tinkly with a softness to it if it wasnt so muffled by cloth. The assassin siad,"I am one of the Kil-Modi. Now fight me. And so saying the assassin charged at him. Rikilion was ready though. With one deft movement the swords spun into the air and he caught them and then moved on to block the assassins attack. he was using both the blades, Feralas noticed.

Rikilion was now fighting earnestly. Feralas decided it was time to do his job. "The assassin really thinks she can defeat you and she might if you were alone. But she doesen't realise that she is fighting two, not one. She really as no chance." said Feralas. Rikilion did not reply, he did not even seem to have noticed. Feralas reached for the store of magic but found it blocked. In surprise he said," Open up. Let me use your magic." Rikilion replied," This Kil-Modi is the only worthy opponent I have met in a long long time. This is my fight, not yours so do not interfere." and saying this shut his contact with Feralas.

Meanwhile, Rikilion was facing trouble fighting the Kil-Modi for she seemed to move within the blink of a eye. Even with his dual blades, he was just able to block the assassins attacks let alone counter attack. She moved around him at a pace unequaled by even Feralas. Rikilion spun around blocking the silver blade of the assassin wherever he found it. It seemed as if the Kil-Modi was just toying with him and it did seem true for suddenly, dhe broke the circle she had been moving along and charged at Rikilion slashing with the blade. Rikilion just managed to block the attack but he staggered under the blow. Seeing an opening, the assassin struck Rikilion with the flat side of the blade. Rikilion fell back, his shoulder stinging where the blade had hit him.

He did not understand as to why the assassin had not killed him. The assassin was a Kil-Modi after all. Feralas, in desperation broke through the barrier blocking him from Feralas and broke through the boundaries of the place where the magic was stored and used it. A stunning spell. He did it silently but to his surprise found it blocked effotlessly by the assassin. Feralas was sure now that they were going to die. Suddenly the assassin said," Relax. I am not going to kill you. I am not part of the Kil-Modi. Infact...." the assassin took a break hesitating for a moment and then decisively removed her loin cloth revealing a feminine face and beutiful golden air which fell back on her shoulders. She continued," I am a half-breed like you."
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Chapter Eight:Ambush

"What the.......You are a.....you are feminine? And you defeated me? You cheated right?"asked Rikilion, his voice heavy with surprise. "Ofcourse I am a girl. You ever seen a boy flaunting long hair? And ofcourse i did not cheat." said the assassin. "And you are also a...?" Rikilion never got to the end of his sentence for suddenly he realized a dozen eyes watching from the shadows, actually Feralas had noticed it. The assassin did not seem to have noticed the watchers and she continued," Ya, I am also a half breed. See, you arent the only one. Thpough ofcourse I am not part elf or dwarf or else the Kil-Modi would have been on my heels when I was born. As a matter of fact, I was attacked at the age of three. You went unnoticed because of your mentor Feralas. You do know dont you that you were being watched upon by Feralas. I saw all that happened. I can see spirits. I am part human, part satyr. The satyr part wasnt strong I guess, I havent got goat hooves. But I have got the inner vision. I can see spirits and other sort of things invisible to the naked eye. Thats how I found out about Feralas. I also got this ability to penetrate minds which have been bound together with another soul like yours. I found out everything about you and Feralas that way. Oh ya, my name is Farah." Rikilion had shut out Farah's words and had been watching the watchers. He hadnt heard anything. But Feralas had and Rikilion felt Feralas' surprise. He blinked and then returned to the normal world as if out of a trance. Feralas passed on all that Farah had said quickly through images.

Rikilion gasped and said," No." "What do you mean by no? Are you contradicting my statement that my name is not Farah?"asked Farah. "No, I did not mean that. Forget it but you see those eyes staring out of the trees? I think they are the real Kil-Modi." said Rikilion. Farah looked around and that was when she noticed the watcher. Her body became rigid and she pulled out her sword, Niamys. It was not elven noticed Rikilion but still it was as good as any elven sword. Rikilion merged his senses with Feralas and took out his blades.

The eyes soon revealed their bodies as the watchers sprang into the open. 'These' ruminated Rikilion,'are undoutably Kil-Modi but we are two, sorry three and they are six. I think we can beat them is Farah is indeed as skilled as she was against me.' It turned out that Farah was as skilled as before and soon three of them fell to Niamys. All Rikilion saw was a silver strak. All this happened within a second. Rikilion asked her," How do you do that?" in a low whisper. Farah's reply was," Easy, close your eyes and then form a mental image of yourself and then relax your body then place the mental image of yourself in a mental image
of the place. Open your eyes to find yourself there. Tada." "And you call that easy?" asked Rikilion. "Well...you just need to pratice." said Farah. "Speak for yourself." said Rikilion. "Well, thats three down and three left. I wonder where she learnt all that from." said Feralas.

Rikilion in all this had forgotten what Farah had said about Feralas and he felt his redpect growing for his teacher as it came back. He saw Farah prepare for another strike but Rikilion intervened and said," I had better do it. I also want some fun." Farah nodded. The Kil-Modi seemd as though they were dummies. Rikilion charged forward and disarming two of them, he smmote them with the flat of his blades. They fell to the ground crumpled. Rikilion spining around hit the other on his head with a punch. Rikilion felt it very strange that they hadnt even tried to resist his attacks. If anything, they seemd even weaker than the village elders. He jumped back, subconciously expecting a trap.

And a trap it was. The six fallen Kil-Modi's bodies flickered and then vanished and suddenly twenty other Kil-Modi replaced them.
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Chapter Nine:The Ambush Backfires

Rikilion opened his well of magic letting Feralas acess it. Feralas thenused Rikilion's raw magic to slow time. The twenty Kil-Modi charged at Rikilion and Farah but they seemed to be moving in slow motion in Rikilion and Farah's eyes. Farah caught Rikilion's eye and understood. Feralas' said,"Quick, I cannot hold time for much longer. Take down two, if possible three. Farah with her teleportation should be able take out five. I have informed her of what I am doing, mentally ."

Rikilion and Farah charged into the fray.Rikilion, jumped over the back of Kil-Modi and slashed, now not caring about wether he killed or not. The Kil-Modi fell down, blood pouring out of the gaash on his back. Rikilion did not even look at him again as he bounced off a tree plunging his sword into another Kil-Modi's stomach. The Kil-Modi seemed to have noticed they were being killed as they upped their guards, but in slow motion to Rikilion and Farah.

Meanwhile, Farah had knocked out three of them, one with a swelling on his temple, the other motionless with his heart ruptured and the third seemed to have tripped over Farah's leg and Farah's sword had found its mark between his shopulder blades. Ferlas' let go his magic ultimtely buckling under the strain. Farah's sword had found yet another Kil-Modi's heart and she was in mid dive when the magic stopped. The Kil-Modi, he target, had seen her and was slowly raising his sword when this happened. Meanwhile the others had just been moving around. ReaperForth had bit into the skin of a Kil-Modi dangerously close to his heart while Kronos was a hair's breadth away from another Kil-Modi's head when time resumed its normal course.

Farah's victim had raised his scimitar as soon as the spell ended and Farah's rapier bounced off the Kil-Modi's sword and she fell back somersaulting on the ground but before she could get up, half of the remaining Kil-Modi had closed in upon her. ReaperForth killed its target and then proceeded to block a attack from another Kil-Modi. All the remaining Kil-Modi had closed in around him preventing him from helping Farah.

Luckily, for Farah, her armour held the Kil-Modi's blows and any attack towards her was warded away by her blade. It also held. One of the Kil-Modi seemed to want to end the fight quickly for he used a spell blasting away Farah's armour revealing her feline body. He breast was covered by a orange cloth. A orange pyjama adorned her legs. Infact, Feralas noticed, she would not have looked out of place in an eastern atmosphere. Farah's rage seemed to increase at the loss of her armour for she became much more rash in her fight.

She teleported out of the ring formed by the Kil-Modi and then teleported close to the Kil-Modi who had cast the spell and killed him with one slash of her blade. It seemed as though the other Kil-Modi were simply not able to keep up with her pace and as she slashed at everyone who dared come near them, all those who remained seemed to want to keep their distance from her. Insterd they closed in around Rikilion. It seemed as though there only magician was dead. Rikilion had killed most of them around him but was exhausted and as the new group closed in around him he sank into the ground out of pure exhaustion. There were only three left. Farah was engaged by the only two Kil-Modi brave enough to go near them.

Feralas feeding on the remaining energy left in Rikilion decimated the remeining two Kil-Modi with a spell. Now, there was just enough energy left in Rikilion to perform the functions required to live. Farah maneouvered around her Kil-Modi and plunged her rapier into his back killing him but Rikilion was nearing death andFarah noticing this ran towrds them providing all the energy she could spare.
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Chapter Ten: The Journey begins

"What happened to him? Will he survive?" asked Farah placing her hand on Rikilion's pale cheek."Aaah. He will recover with time but I am afraid that you shall have to carry us on our journey to the Dark Tournament." said Feralas attaining a immaterial form over the immobile body of Rikilion.

"What Dark Tournament and....I never knew you could do that." said Farah pointing her finger at the holographic form of Feralas. She was now on her knees. "This, I can do for Feralas is now in the subconcious state of mind and his body is free of all worldly pain. This happened because his system had to shut down completely but temperorily as his magic is completly empty. He is regenerating his magic now even as we speak. As for the Dark Tournament, i tought you would know what it was. Well.If you dont then I am not saying anything. Just carry Rikilion." and saying so, he burnt a piee of paper on the ground a few feet away. Continuing he said," Ofcourse, I am limited to performing only the least of magics now in this form and as for the paper, dont even dream I am going to tell you what it is. But ofcourse, my mind is open.

Farah's looked into the eyes Rikilion and as Feralas watched the colour faded from her eyes and her feminine form fell forwards as Rikilion's eyes obtained Farah's colour obtained Farah's colour. After a few seconds, the colour returned to her eyes as it left Rikilion's. Rikilion's eyes returned to their pale palour. Farah's body became rigid once more and she said, "Oh. I see. So let the journey begin." Feralas' form seemed to siphon off into Rikilion's body and Farah picked him up and hauled him behind her as she set out on the journey.
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That eleventh chapter was my last one. In DS. The testing is over. I am beginning the full story in Word. I am beginning anew. The full version shall have all the details of battles, more focus on everyhthing. Ofcourse, if you do want to read the whole story, PM me. Ofcourse not now.Just PM me that you want the story and I will send you the story chapter by chapter as soon as I complete each chapter.
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