The Literary Painting
Svartalfheim Part 7: The King of Despair

Slowly the world of Alfheim was decaying like the bodies of the elves. The word for elf in elvish was Edhelunque, the Hollow Vessel. They were under an illusion, and they gave so much to that illusion. The world they lived in was cold and grey and black, and dead. But they didn’t see it as so, to them their world was green and lush and beautiful. The only problem were the monsters, the realm had been filled with monsters, the elves had learned how to kill and slay them. They were the rulers of Alfheim, but that gave them no peace, they had no rest, there was always a hole deep in their hearts. Talo, that was his name, that was the name of the first elf to save himself. It happened quite simply, as he was walking through the caves he just tripped. As he hit his head the illusion was shattered. He saw Alfheim for what it really was; ruins, dead land, caves, darkness. He understood, his world was a lie, his body was a lie, everything about it was a lie. He wanted no more of this, so he ran out of Alfheim to earth, to find truth, to rid himself of illusion.

“So remind me,” Chris glared at Pieces while talking to me, “What’s there to think about?”
“Amanda?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Give me a sec.” Amanda nods.
“How about ‘no?” Leix slashed his sword at her, I’m immediately in front of him blocking with Koskematon.
“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” I smile at my adversary, “Attacking my sister right in front of me. You’re either very brave or very dumb.”
“Please,” Leix kicked me, I fell into Amanda, “As if I would be afraid of a mere mortal man.”
“You’d be surprised,” I get up and draw Halidr, “Come at me!” We immediately combat each other. He slashes at my neck, I duck and aim for his arm, I blink and my front is slashed, “augh!”
“Aina,” Leix mocked me, “I am worlds faster than you.”
“We’ll see about that!” I charge at him.
“Alright,” Amanda runs over to Jeremy and Chris and whispers to them, then to Josh, then to Matt. 
“Sure, but do you think it’ll work?” They ask.
“It should.” Amanda assures them.
“What if it doesn’t?” Chris asks.
“Then Matt’ll be killed.” Amanda says honestly.
“Oh is that all?” Matt shouted.

Talo took his clan out of Alfheim and searched all of earth, looking for freedom from illusion. He rediscovered the God of Elijah. Their Lord and Master had greeted them. At that moment they realized, they had forgotten Him, they had forgotten the time when they were in heaven with their Lady. It was then that they started remembering Him. They remembered heaven and all it’s beauty, and it’s reality. Alfheim was a world of illusions, Heaven was tangible, real, honest, Talo and his clan longed for that world again. But in order to enter it they needed souls, which they still lacked. So the Center offered a deal, he would give them their souls, if they also accepted mortality. They will never again be angels, they would have to enter heaven as souls, even with the humans that the war started on. This was their original punishment, no one can be truly banished from heaven. Talo and his clan were grateful to their Tree. They willingly gave over their mortality to the Life. They knew they were going to die, but they didn’t care. They then became young again, their souls entered their body and with it came youth, they all became fairer than the sun to look at. The humans met them with awe, this was the first time they had seen elves in a great long time. The humans asked for their name, they told them Edhel, meaning light. They asked where the elves came from, they told them they came from Svartalfheim, meaning The Realm of Lies. And they told them that the rulers of Svartalfheim were called Moriquendi, meaning dead-living.

Chris charges at Pieces again and strikes. Pieces hits it aside and the axe buries into the ground. Chris jumps up and spins around the handle of the axe and kicks Pieces’ face, he falls over and Chris lands on top of him. “TAKE THAT YOU SON OF A—”
“Look out!” Amanda blocks a throwing knife that would’ve hit Chris’ heart. “Be more careful.”
“Now?” Matt asks as he parries Iango’s knifes.
“Not yet.” Amanda told him, Josh, Jeremy, and Chelsea hit the ground out of nowhere, they tried their hardest to stand up but couldn’t.
“We’re stuck!” Jeremy says, Pieces raises his axe to kill the three of them, Chris hits him and Amanda starts chanting a counter-curse.

Elowin and I are both fighting Leix. He is incredibly tough! He is able to defend and attack us at the same time. This guy would be very hard to beat. Excitement rushed through me, this guy was on par with Lodez, I licked my lips, Lodez never faced me at full strength. It was time to see how I stacked up against my enuo. I moved forward more careful this time as Elowin parried his strikes. A part of me wanted to tell her to help the others but I wasn’t stupid. If I’m gonna take this guy out I’ll need help. Leix thrusted at Elowin’s stomach, that’s when I made my move. I back-slashed at him and my blow connected! He lurched backward in both pain and surprise. “How Dare you!” Leix yelled in anger.
“I’m sorry,” I responded sarcastically. “I didn’t realize that that would hurt you!”

“Rrrgh!” Leix jumped at me, he hit away Elowin’s sword as if it weren’t even there and stabbed at me so fast I almost didn’t have time to react. Fortunately I went berserk. The world turned red, surprisingly the blade was going as fast as an average thrust. Thankfully I can avoid average. This time I’ll beat him down with ease! I ran forward and slashed down at him, he dodged it!! What!?
“You think that you’re fast?” Leix asked, “You can only perceive the world at a fifth of a second at a time, try again when you can get to a tenth.”

Shit.

And thus the christianized elves dwelt on earth, keeping to themselves, away from men. Because they had rejoined themselves with the Far and Near. They were filled with joy and steadfastness, for they had their souls back. They had come full circle, and though they will never be angels, they still could enter heaven. Heaven, a more beautiful word never existed, they couldn’t wait to return to their King. However the Other still invoked their punishment. He extended their lifespan, now they had to wait thousands of years to go back. Thousands of years of trials, for with a soul they could enter heaven, but they could also go to hell. So they tried to keep their souls clean. Talo died at the age of six thousand eight hundred ninety-four. He had lived for much longer up in heaven as an angel, and for four thousand six hundred years as a moriquendi, and his last two thousand two hundred and ninety-four years as an Edhel. He and his children lived complete and blessed lives, the doors of heaven opened for him, and he gladly entered.  The Gravity was glad to have his son back into his kingdom.

Chelsea and Josh were fighing Ipá and Pesa. They were watching each other’s backs, Josh was coated in rock armor, Ipá couldn’t do any damage to him, but Pesa could cut through rock if he tried. The thing is, cutting rock tires him out a bit. Amanda surmised this, and told Josh to use it to his advantage. Chelsea was blocking and advancing on Ipá, he was having trouble with her. Suddenly Chelsea started slowing down greatly, she could barely block Ipá’s strikes, she was getting slower. “You okay Chelsea?” Josh blocked Ipá’s strikes for her.
“I’m…” Chelsea’s breathing started getting heavier. She was getting tired surprisingly fast.
“Ino manhua kilent!” Amanda yelled as she twirled her knife at Chelsea, she immediately got a huge surge of energy. “The elf in robes is a mage!”
“…” Hate flows out of Olad’s eyes towards Amanda, they both immediately start chanting at the speed of light.

Chris jumps back, avoiding the axe yet again. “Hold still!” Pieces yells.
“Like hell!” Chris dodged again.
“Eina adan!” Pieces yells in frustration.
“I have no idea what you said,” Chris sidestepped.
“Chris!” Amanda yells at him, “We’re ready!”
“On it!” Chris swings his axe at Pieces, who slaps the axe away, it buries into the ground.
“A feeble attempt.” Pieces punched Chris in the stomach, he went flying backwards, he hit the wall head first. Matt ran up to him.
“Is he alright?” Mori tried again to land a blow on Iango.
He’s fine,” Matt told them, “Just unconscious.”
“Malsien!” Amanda shouted at Chris, he stood up immediately. Amanda’s arm turned to stone, she started chanting faster. The stone receded and Olad started glowing. He chanted louder and went to normal. Iango threw several knives behind his back at her. She held up her hand and they froze in midair. She made a throwing motion and they soared at Olad. He waved his hand and they went towards me, Amanda waved her hand and they all disintegrated into nothing.
“Thanks sis!”” I said as I made sure I kept my neck connected to my head.

“Focus!” Elowin actually sounded frustrated. She and I were both working up a good sweat fighting this guy. Leix was unreal! He was somehow able to avoid and parry both  my blows and Elowin’s, he was having some difficulty, but not too much, he was pacing himself, ready to go on for the long run. Fortunately some of Amanda’s curses were directed at Leix, unfortunately Leix wore a special charm that, according to Amanda, would reduce the potency of her curses exponentially. The only real benefit we got was that he was slowed down and wearing out. Just keep pushing. Matt and Chris turned and charged at Pieces. He laughed, Matt slid under him and grabbed Chris’ axe. Pieces was surprised, he didn’t notice Chris jump up and slam his knee into PIeces’ face. He briefly lost balance. “NOW!” Matt yelled.

Josh raised the floor so that it basically became a wall. Everyone fell to the new ground accept for Matt, who had a firm grip on Chris’ axe, and Elowin, who jumped off of me and Josh. Josh was also stuck to the “wall” in his rock armor. Josh shot himself up then returned the floor to normal, as he came down Olad shot up due to the floor rising, Olad crashed into Josh and was completely crushed under him, Josh slammed him so hard there was a small crater. When Josh stood up all that was left of Olad was a mess of blood and bones. Matt and Elowin managed to reach the hall to the throne room, they made it through! It was up to Matt and Elowin to kick Morno’s ass, we just had to take care of his lackeys. 

Morno halted. Damn him! Morno made the mistake of blinking. He jumped back once again, in time to dodge the stranger’s stab? No. He was able to avoid a fatal blow, instead the stranger’s blade made a deep wound in Morno’s stomach. Morno took a knee. “You.. Aina Crobow!”
“It’s over.” The stranger said, “You’ve lost this battle and you will lose the next battle. You said my mistake was not killing you? Well your mistake was deciding you didn’t need a soul! And you will burn for it.”
“And you’re not the one who’ll burn me!?” Morno laughs, “What makes you think that a mere mortal will kill me? I who defeated seven of your brothers!? I who strikes terror in the hearts of my enemies!? I who defeats all my opponents!?”
“Well,” The stranger started to glow, “Not all of your opponents.” And with a flash of light he was gone.
Matt and Elowin immediately ran into the throne room. “That’s him!” Elowin charged at him.

Milens! Morno stood and raised his blade. He parried Elowin’s strike and kicked Matt in the face. “You waste no time.” Morno panted, he was getting slower, Damn that crowbow for wounding me, if it weren’t for him these two would be dead already. Morno tried his best to parry and dodge both their attacks, but the stranger had done his job, Morno would definitely be unable to kill both of them.

Leix’s kicking my ass heavily. This guy is better than me and he knows it. I can barely keep up with him, it takes all my focus to block his strikes. Fortunately Amanda is fighting along side me, so I don’t have to draw Koskematon, I can put all my effort into attacking. Leix strikes at my head, Amanda blocks it for me and I slice at him, but he parries me just as quick. He is smiling, mocking us. Granted, he’s better, but I managed to stab him in the torso when we fell, so he’s now slower. Even so he has total confidence in his ability to take us on. He moves like clockwork, striking and dodging at just the right moment. He is definitely on a completely different level than me. But he is wounded, so he ain’t as far ahead of me as he was at the beginning. “Amanda,” I say, “Let me handle him.”
“What!?” Amanda blocks for me again.

I kick her before she got stabbed by Leix’s feint, she falls away a while, I draw Koskematon, “My name is Nicholas son of Thomas.”
Leix smiles, “A bold move, Nicholas son of Thomas. Very well, my name is Leix son of Öffer.” 
I raise a gust of wind to lift me in the air, then come down, “I will not use that power.”
“You really think you can afford giving me a handicap?” Leix smirks.
“It’s the only way I can grow stronger.” I tell him.
“You are correct.” Leix nods, “I became this great by fighting opponents that were barely stronger than me. However, I am not barely stronger than you. I am far above you, your training attempt will end with your life.”
“I guess so.” We  begin to fight.
“If you die!” Amanda yells at me as she turns to Iango, “I’ll kill you!”
“Don’t worry about him.” Mori warned her, “This guy’s pretty good too.”

Chris finally managed to pull out his axe out of the ground as Jeremy was fighting Pieces. “Alright big buy,” Chris jumped up at him, “Round two, huh?”
“Come at me in two’s, come at me in three’s, it doesn’t matter.” Pieces swatted Chris’ axe away and blocked Jeremy’s sword.
“Damn it Chris!” Jeremy yelled at him.
“What!?” Chris asked as he pulled out his axe from the ground again.

“Don’t you learn anything?” Jeremy was blocking Pieces’ axe. “Think, if he always swats your down-strike, then what do you think you should stop doing!?”
“Down-strikes?” Chris pulled it out.
“Down-strikes, yeah!” Jeremy said condescendingly.
“Got it.” Chris Side-strikes at Pieces, he jumped back and the blade of the axe almost hit Jeremy, who raised his shield.
“Dumbass!” Jeremy yelled angrily.
“I didn’t down-strike.”
“I was obviously aware that you were going to side-strike.” Pieces laughed at him, “You’re as predictable as the sunrise.”
“Have you even seen a sunrise?” Jeremy asked.

“Does it matter?” Pieces down-striked Jeremy, he swatted it away with his shield and got punched in the stomach. Chris slashed down as hard as he could, caught off gouard, Pieces blocked  with the hilt of his axe, the axe broke in two.
“There!” Chris tossed aside his axe, “Hand to hand, the way a man fights.”
“Very well,” Pieces tossed his shattered axe aside, “I will overpower you then.”
 Jeremy sheathed his sword and put up his shield, “Well now you’re talking!”

Chelsea had a huge burst of energy, she had no idea where it came from. Suddenly she was faster, she felt lighter, she was a feather, thin air, a slice of bread. She attacked with the grace and fierceness of a falcon. Ipá was able to keep up with her easily. He noticed this burst of energy and adjusted for it, so she was faster and more attentive, so she was far from tired, Ipá didn’t care, he’d figured out her pattern long ago, and even though she found new strength, her pattern didn’t change. The only thing that got on his nerves was that she was somehow able to avoid his strikes, she was never in position to block them, but she’d always managed to dodge. This is irksome! Ipá thought, were it not for her energy I’d have killed her six times over. Chelsea swung down her staff, it connected with Ipá’s shoulder, he fell forward. No, he wasn’t falling, he was flipping, he pulled off a front flip and axe kicked the back of Chelsea’s head. She face planted and lay still. Got her! Ipá stabbed down for the final blow, but she rolled aside. How! Even an elf would be rendered unconscious from that kick! “That was a good try,” Chelsea smiled, “But you’ll have to do better than that!”

Josh had Pesa on the ropes, Pesa couldn’t pierce Josh’s armor. Josh smiled, this was going to be easy.

Amanda smiled as her and Mori fought Iango, she had decided to let Nick have his way, what a spoiled brat, and was earlier debating on whether to help Mori or Chelsea, she compromised and casted a performance charm on Chelsea and ran to Mori’s aid. Mori was surprised that her tonfa weren’t getting cut, the knives must not be that sharp. Iango was a pro, he fought as if he had four hands, he was able to block, attack, and throw so fast it was almost simultaneous. Mori and Amanda were having trouble. Iango smiled, “Where are you looking?” He threw another knife at Amanda, she dodged them, one cut off some of her hair as it flew by, where does he keep all these things?

“Where are you!” Mori hammered his ribs. “Got ya!”
“Not quite!” He managed to block it with a knife again. He deflected Amanda’s strike with another knife.

“What the heck!?” Amanda kicked at him frustratingly. Ipá dropped his knife, caught her foot, threw her into the air, caught the knife, and threw it after her, all within less than a second. Amanda slammed into the ceiling, which is way up high. Fortunately the knife was off target and buried into the ceiling half an inch next to Amanda’s face. She was slightly disoriented, she saw the knife and it brought her back to her senses. She then fell to the ground and continued staring at the knife. She slammed into the ground and Iango flipped over Mori and stabbed Amanda’s stomach (keep in mind that was all in like tenish seconds). Amanda didn’t make a sound, she stared at the knife as blood erupted from her body, there’s some insignia on the hilt! Iango pulled out the knife and she saw the engraving on the red blade, That’s it! She fought to keep consciousness. 

Matt and Elowin wasted no time attacking Morno. They teamed up on him and had been fiercely going at him for quite some time now. Morno was able to handle himself against them, he was making sure he paced himself, knowing that he simply had to hold onto the key until he arrived. He’ll be able to help me kill these insects. “I’ll make a deal with you.” Morno said as he kicks Elowin’s face in. “I won’t kill you if you fight each other, whoever wins will live, whoever loses dies.”
“No chance!” Matt stabs at his stomach, he parries.
“It is not like you to make deals.” Elowin observed, “Are you afraid?”
“…” Morno jumps over Matt’s blade and slashes at Elowin, she blocks it, “Please! I was just feeling generous.”
“Of course!” Elowin sidesteps around Morno, almost losing her footing on something.

Morno saw the brief opening and went for it. Matt barely managed to block it for her. Elowin stabs at Morno, who pulls the sword in and head-butts her, his blade sliding into her stomach. She fell back and regained her footing.

“Are you okay!?” Matt asked her.

“I’m fine!” Elowin jumps back into the fray, her face wincing. Morno and Matt were trading blows incredibly fast, I had no idea that he could be so fast! Elowin thought, These humans amaze me. Morno punched at Matt, who immediately back flipped. That’s when Elowin dived in from behind him. Morno didn’t see it coming, he tried to block it with his hand, it pierced through his left hand, Morno pulled away and disarmed Elowin. She jumped to the right and Matt landed, slashing downward. Morno blocked it with the sword lodged in his hand, then as he winced in pain he stabbed, but not at Matt, he stabbed to his left. Elowin tried to avoid it, but she slipped on something again. She looked down as Morno’s blade dug through her heart. Blood, there was blood all over the floor, but it wasn’t her blood. It was Morno’s blood. Is he wounded? Her world went black.

WWII Part 1

The rain falls, trickling down our helmets. The boat reaches the bay and comes to a stop, there’s no way the driver would dock. We had to swim to the shore, it was the only way to avoid the gunfire that sent us a message; welcome to the Solomon Islands. We walk onto the beach, greeted by a soldier. He leads us through the field, the mouth of hell, to their makeshift base. “I’m Captain Josef, could you please state your name and rank!” He shouts.

“Private Matthews.” Pvt. Matthews says.

“Private 2nd class Vonallen,” Pvt. Vonallen tells him.

“Sergeant 2nd class Nichols,” I yell.

“Sergeant 1st class James,” Sgt. James yells.

“Let me tell you the situation,” Cpt. Josef tells us. “Our air base was taken over five days ago, we’ve been trying to take it back ever since.”

“What’s our status?” Sgt. James asked.

“We’ve only got thirty men left,” Cpt. Josef explains, “They, however, have roughly a hundred and thirty.”

“What about provisions?” I ask.

“They, unfortunately, have enough food to last months and enough ammo to last six weeks.” He tells us.

“If we’re so outgunned then why don’t we just pack up and eighty-six?” Pvt. Vonallen asked.

“If it were any other base, we would,” Captain tells us, “But we have a great weapon hidden in there. One that has the potential to turn the tides here. If they get their hands on it then we could lose.”

“But there’s no way we can take that base over in so short a time.” Pvt. Matthews sighs.

“Then we won’t.” I say, “We’ll infiltrate the base, destroy the weapon, and consider that a win.”

“That weapon is worth millions of U.S. dollars.” Captain says, “There’s no way I’m letting you destroy it.”

“Would you prefer the death of millions of U.S. citizens?” Sgt. James retorted, “We’ll do what we need to to get the job done.”

The Captain sighs, then turns and yells “Billiards, Garrett!” Two men run up. “These are Sergeant Richard Garrett and Private 1st class Weston Billiards. They are the engineers who have been working on the weapon in there. They can lead you to where it is, but I want them back alive.”

“Don’t worry,” Sgt. James nods, “My team hasn’t failed me yet.”

“Thank you for your cooperation.” I smile. “Let’s get to work,” James says.

 

 

“Here’s the layout,” Sgt. Garrett shows us the schematics, “There’s a tunnel system running under the northeast section of the base, I doubt that they’ll have it guarded. That’s the safest entrance.”

“Why wouldn’t it be guarded?” Pvt. Matthews asks.

“It’s the sewage tunnel.” Garrett shrugs, “The tunnels were naturally formed and we just decided to put them to use.”

“Great,” I sigh, “Everybody plug your nose.”

“Where is the weapon?” Sgt. James asks.

“Here,” Billiards points to the schematics, “In the central southwestern area. It’s in a hidden room. Only a few of us know about it, Garrett and I are one of the even fewer people who know where it is.”

“So then we need you to lead us there.” Vonallen pointed out.

“It won’t be easy.” Garrett warned them.

“If it were easy then you would have tried it already.” I replied.

“If we’re gonna go,” GuierraBilliards thought, “Then your going to have to guard us.”

“As long as one of us are alive, we can direct you on where to go.” Garrett said.

“So one of you is expendable,” Matthews nodded.

“Actually,” Vonallen said, “Garrett and Billiards are expandable, but both of them aren’t.”

“Whatever.” Billiards shrugs.

“Let’s grab some ammo and move out.” James commanded us.

 

 

The smell was terrible, but it was better than getting shot at. It was wet and sticky. We walked through, Billiards was in front, counting his steps. He stopped, “It should be here.”

“Where is it?” Garrett asked.

“I can’t, wait,” Billiards pushed a hatch, above him, “Found it.”

The hatch opened and above us was a small tunnel leading up. “We’ll have to climb up it.” Garrett pointed out.

“Right then,” James said, “Nichols, come here, I’ll give you a boost.”

“Oh joy,” I sighed, “I’m first.”

James gave me a lift, I grabbed onto the pipe ladder and climbed up. At the top was a manhole, I pressed my ear to it and listened. I didn’t hear anything, “What does this lead to?” I whispered.

“The maintenance room.” Billiards whispered back.

I lifted the man hole slowly, and looked around me, there was no one. I got out and signaled the others to come. James lifted Billiards, followed by Vonallen and Garrett. Finally Matthews helped James up with him and we walked through the halls. There were three people in front of us around the corner. Matthews pulls out his SMG, “Be right back.”

“Hang on there, soldier.” James whispered, “Let’s hold onto our bullets for when they all attack us.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Matthews asks.

“Alright,” James turns to me, “Can you get them silently?”

I pull out my knife, “Cover me.” I run up to them as fast as I can silently. I slit the throat of the first one, stab the second one in the heart, the third one raises his gun at me, but I already threw my knife at him, piercing his neck. I wave to the others, they run up.

“I’d say we have twelve minutes until the bodies are discovered.” Vonallen said.

“Then we’d better hurry,” Garrett points, “That way.”

We all run as fast as we can towards the room where the weapon was, turning here and there. A man yelled at us in Japanese, I aimed my M1 Carbine at him and shot him. They were coming, fast.

“We need to move,” James yelled, “Now!”

We bolted like a bat out of hell, straight at eight soldiers. Matthews acted fast, he pulled out his SMG and blew them to kingdom come. We ran faster, turning when Garrett or Billiards told us to. We turned a corridor and were greeted by bullets. I barely avoided them, but they got Vonallen’s left arm, he yelled in pain as we retreated back a corner.

“Orders sir,” I shouted to James. I was on one corner with Billiards and Vonallen.

“Matthews,” James turned to him, he was on the other bend with Garrett and Matthews, “Do you have any grenades on you?”

“I have four.”

“Then use one, Nichols will cover you.”

“Yes sir.” I turned the corner and started shooting. Matthews threw the grenade at them, a nice lob. It landed in the center. Just before it went off a jap jumped onto it, he absorbed the explosion, bits and pieces of him flew by me. “Damn it!” I shouted.

“Stupid japs and their self-sacrificial attitude!” James shouted.

Matthews got another grenade, he pulled the clip and counted, “What are you doing, private!?” Garrett shouted, “Throw that thing!”

“Ten!” Matthews turned and threw it, just as it went over their heads it exploded, killing all eight of them.

“Let’s go!” Billiards and the others ran forward. We opened a door and ran in. “This is it.”

Garrett opened a secret door, “It’s in here.”

We walked in, the room was the size of a classroom, in the center was a huge bomb. “Vonallen,” I turned to him, “Can you set it up with that injury?”

“No problem Lieutenant,” Vonallen pulled out some explosives.

“What are you doing!” Billiards yelled.

“We’re blowing it up.” James said, “That way it can’t be used by them. Judging by the size of this thing, it’ll have no problem taking this base with it.”

“Do you know what this is!?” Garrett asked.

“I don’t care.” James grunted.

“Does the name ‘Fat Man’ mean anything to you?” he pointed to the bomb.

“No,” James shrugged.

“It’s an atomic bomb.” Billiards said, “It’s capable of wiping out this entire island, if you blow that up, then we’ll all die.”

“Are you kidding me!” I shout, “There’s no way a bomb can be that powerful.”

“It was invented by a Jewish physicist named Albert Einstein.” Garrett told us, “Billiards and I have been checking the math; it’s full-proof.”

“So then what is it doing here?” I ask.

“The bomb plane landed here to refuel a few days back. When the invasions started we hid it here.”

“So we can’t destroy it,” Vonallen said, “Damn!”

“Orders sir?” I ask James.

“Contact Base.” James said, “Tell them that we found the bomb, we’ll let Captain Josef decide what to do here.”


But Still

But still we fall but still we lose,

But still we’re broken bent and bruised,

But still we suffer but still we fail,

But still our hearts are thrown in jail,

But still we worry but still we doubt,

but still we are not cared about,

but still we live but still we die,

but still we don’t really know why

And So

And so we learn and so we cry,

and so we give love another try,

and so we laugh and so we play,

and so we hope the feeling stays,

and so we stare and so we dream,

and so we make the perfect team,

and so we make that journey to,

the place where love is born anew.

Stuck in corners,

of my dark mind,

looking for answers,

there are none to find,

Look for peace,

at any cost,

no release, feeling lost,

heart abused,

in disarray,

now reduced,

into a wraith,

thus I try,

now to cope,

with this life,

as a ghost

bringerofplenty:

axon-axoff:

I’m not normally scared by works of fiction, but I simply couldn’t sleep after reading this tale of childhood innocence slowly corrupted by years of perplexing, terrifying events. Great writing—I highly recommend it.

Part 1 – “Footsteps”

Part 2 – “Balloons”

Part 3 – “Boxes”

Part 4 – “Maps”

Part 5 – “Screens”

Part 6 - “Friends”

A must read!

Let’s Play a Game: Easy

The chairs were switched, that’s odd. I know that I really shouldn’t care about such a minute and insignifincant detail, but it still bothers me. I locked the door when I left, so how is it that the chairs are switched? I look through the rest of my apartment, the chairs aren’t the only things out of place. In my fridge the milk is in the back, I usually have the juice in the back. I use the milk every day so it’d only make sense to have it up front. What else is wrong? The remote’s where I left it, so are the chips. But the computer, there was something not right about the computer. It was on the tip of my tongue, staring me in the face, something obvious, but what? I look at my book shelf, the books are out of order, odd. I’m confused. Should I call the police? I check and see if anything’s missing, but everything’s there. But something’s wrong, something’s not right. And then I remember, I don’t have a computer. Immediately I run up to it. The screen was completely black except for five words: Are you bored? Yes, No.

Bored? What kind of bullshit is this? A man went into my apartment, rearanged my stuff and placed an expensive looking computer in my room just to ask if I’m bored? I pace around, who left this? Why? What’s the point? But I decide to play along, I reach for the mouse; yes. My alarm clock turns off, then starts up again and starts ticking, several numbers appear on it. 11:59, 11:58, 11:57, it’s counting down. I lift the clock, there’s a wire connected to it. I follow the wire, there’s a bomb. Shit.

The question disappears on the screen and is replaced with this paragraph:

If you’re so bored how about we play a game?

The rules are simple, there is a bomb scheduled to go off in twelve minutes, you can either play tag and see if you can get 3 miles away in time, or you can play hangman: Tag, Hangman. I click on hangman.

Eleven blanks appear on the screen and  another paragraph:

Here’s how you play; I’ve taken the liberty of rearranging your bookshelf in a specific order, if you figure out the order then put it in the blanks, you will know because if you’re wrong you will hear a huge boom. Good luck.

I gulped and looked over at my bookshelf. The books were out of order, I usually have them in alphabetically but they were all rearranged. What order? There’s no order that he’s talking about, it’s not by author, nor is it by color, or title. Not even hard cover to paperback, I look at the genre, nothing. I glance at the computer, there was a new sentence: clue? Yes, No I click Yes: 

Was that hard?

What? What kind of a clue is that? I look at the clock, 10:35, 10:00, 9:59, 9:58 what!? It took off time for the clue! I had to think fast, I looked at my books:

To Kill a Mockingbird, Then There Were None, Brave New World, Whatever It Takes, The Lost World, The Clay Marble, We Were Soldiers, Heat Wave, Patriot Games, The Magician’s Nephew, Never Ever Yell At Me,

And the list goes on. 9:32, there’s gotta be an order to this, but what? I pull out To Kill a Mockingbird and look at the number of pages, 306. Then I put it back and look at And Then There Were None, 453. I look at the pages of all of them and here’s what I got in order:

306, 453, 380, 220, 450, 256, 434, 379, 543, 174, 345,

Okay, so I have all these numbers, maybe if I convert them to letters: c f dec ch bb, or that could be v,  de bef, or yf, dcd, it doesn’t make sense!

 8:32

I look at the computer: clue? Yes, No

Do I dare take thirty more seconds off the clock? I look: 7:35, 7:34, I click yes, 6:33, 6:32, 6:31, What! No! Not a minute! I look at the screen.

Ignore the

ignore what!? Shit shit shit! I just gave away a minute for nothing! What the hell!? Okay, focus, ignore the what? Damn it I’m dead! 6:22, 6:21, I have that much time till I explode! I should run, maybe I can make it. There’s no what I could get 3 miles away in time, shit I’m going to die!

5:23, 5:22, 5:21

This is the end of the, no, it can’t be. I have to think, I have to think. Ignore the, I look at the titles again. The Lost World, The Clay Marble, The Magician’s Nephew. Ignore the, wait, ignore “the,”! That’s it all I have to do is ignore the the’s. I write the titles down:

To Kill a Mockingbird,

Then There Were None,

Brave New World,

Whatever It Takes,

Lost World,

Clay Marble,

We Were Soldiers,

Heat Wave,

Patriot Games,

Magician’s Nephew,

Never Ever Yell At Me,

Okay, that’s what they look like without any the’s. Let’s think. 

4:00, 3:59, 3:58,

I can do this, there’s something up with it.

 Clue? Yes, No.

 I look at the computer, I gulp, do I dare take more time off? What if it takes off to little, what if the clue is too hard. What do I do? Hell, I press Yes, I don’t care anymore, I might as well try though.

The screen goes blank, then this appears:

eulcehtsisiht

uusioejfosehh

lhliehtaeiini

cssssefasthes

What the hell! What is this? Wait, it’s a word search. I read it: This is the clue.

1:45, 1:44, 1:43,

okay, think this through, a word search. I look at my list of books, was that hard? Ignore the, ignore the, that means I take the the’s off, I already got that. But what could taking the the’s off benefit, unless it took away from the message he was sending. How would the the’s interfere.

Wait!

   TOKILLAMOCKINGBIRD

   THENTHEREWERENONE

   BRAVENEWWORLD

   WHATEVERITTAKES

   LOSTWORLD

   CLAYMARBLE

   WEWERESOLDIERS

   HEATWAVE

    PATRIOTGAMES

     MAGICIANSNEPHEW

     NEVEREVERYELLATME

I keep thinking, ignoring the clock read 50, 49, 48, think think think.

18,17,16,

I got it! I type in the blanks:

that was easy.

The clock stops, a new paragraph appears:

Very good, but I’m afraid you took to long, therefore you must play a penalty game: Penalty game, give up (boom)

Damn it! I click Penalty game, let the next round begin.

Desperation part 1

Don’t ever do anything in desperation!! This is the best advice I can give you and I urge you to follow it. I knew better than to try this out, but I went for it anyway. I never even dreamed what happened would happen. At the time I didn’t even care, I ignored all the signs because I wanted it that badly. Allow me to tell you what happened to me so that you’ll know, learn from my mistakes.

From the moment I saw her I’ve been madly in love with my wife. I know that people always say that but this isn’t some cliché, it’s the truth. The very second that I laid eyes on that beautiful woman my heart skipped a beat. She had shining green eyes that I swear up and down sparkled. Her hair was a soft shade of orange that was radiant as the sunset. She had thirty-four freckles on her face, I’ve counted those freckles a multitude of times. When I first had the privilege to see her beautiful smile I knew; I wasn’t going anywhere. We met in my junior year of college, we only exchanged a five minute conversation on a bus. As it happens we attended the same university, but due to the differences in our schedules we never saw each other. I said a joke, some stupid pun that you would tell a third-grader, and she laughed, her laughter made me glad I had perfect recall, I was able to play her incredible laugh in my head whenever I wanted to. That’s what kept me sane later on… but I digress. As we got off the bus I summoned the courage to ask for her name, she smiled and said the most beautiful word I had ever heard; Felicity. I gave her mine; Miles.

After that brief encounter, I went to see my current girlfriend and I broke up with her. She was furious when I told her that I had fallen in love with a girl I barely even knew. We were living in the same apartment off campus and she demanded that I be the one to move out. It was my apartment to begin with but I agreed to anyway, I knew that I had hurt her badly and this was the least I could do. Crystal, if you’re reading this, I just want to say thank you for your part in this story. If it wasn’t for you I would’ve killed myself a long time ago. You helped me through a rough patch, you were there to pick me up, to dust me off, and to set me on the right path. Yet at the same time I must say that I hate you so much, and will never forgive you, because if it wasn’t for you I would’ve killed myself a long time ago, and this all would never have happened. I would like to say that I never want to see you as long as I live, but I may not have that luxury. I packed and sold my stuff quickly and moved in with my friend Ben, he and I grew up together until he moved away my sophomore year of high school, we never thought we’d meet again but fate had seen to it. Ben is the kind of guy that makes you either want to laugh or smack him. His sense of humor has gotten me into a lot of trouble, and every day I’ve wondered what trouble he’d get me into, but he always gave me a story.

Ben lived in a two bedroom apartment on the third floor, directly across the street from the university. I told him about Felicity and how I broke up with Crystal, I told him how I didn’t know anything else about her and that I may not see her again. “Did you at least bang her before you broke up?” he asked me, his tone was way too serious.
“Don’t be a dick, man,” I hit him, trying to hide the smile his comment forced upon my face, “This is serious, I really feel like I need to find her.”
“Yeah yeah,” He nodded as he went to the fridge and pulled out a cold one, “You’ve found true love and need to find her or die alone, but midterms are next week, you need to forget about this chick for now and focus.”
“I guess.” I sighed.
“So what’d Crystal say?”
“She said I was a hopeless romantic and that I was doomed to fail.”
“And I’m guessing she said that she won’t be there to pick you up when you fall this time?” I nodded, “Well, I can see why she’d be pissed, I mean she really helped you out of those depressions and you just go and leave her like that. Are you sure about all this?”
“I know it’s weird,” I explained, “But I am 100%. Crystal is fantastic and I do owe her a lot, and I truly was in love with her, but all the feelings that I had for her are just… gone.”
“And they’re now for this Valicy chick?”
“Felicity, yes.”
“That’s gotta be the most random thing I’ve heard in a while,” Ben sighed, “So you’re saying that Crystal is fair game?”
We both laugh at this and I continue to unpack my stuff. 

I went to bed that night, but I couldn’t sleep, I kept going over in my memory her face, her smile, her laugh, her eyes. Her name echoed in my mind the whole week; Felicity. School comes easy for me, my perfect recall allows me to have something completely memorized after reading it or looking over it three times. I’ve always been able to breeze by. Unfortunately, my mind was erratic the whole week, I couldn’t focus, my memory didn’t want to work, it was playing the five minute conversation over and over again. It’s not like I was obsessing over her or anything, I was trying with all my might not to think of her. I barely managed to trudge through my midterm exams. I would sometimes go a little out of my way randomly hoping to bump into her, not often mind you, just around once a week. I kept telling myself “Don’t be a stalker, don’t be a stalker, don’t be a stalker, don’t be a stalker.” My friends laughed at how three weeks later she was still on my mind. They kept saying jokingly, “Don’t be a stalker, man.” I wouldn’t have been surprised if they made T-shirts that said that. Finding her was a total coincidence. My friends and I went out to eat at a local restaurant to beat the monday blues, when she comes out of the kitchen, she was a waitress there! “That’s her!” I pointed quietly, trying not to make a scene.
“Who’s her?” My friend Nico asked.
“Felicity,” I answered in my “are you stupid?” voice.
She’s a piece,” Ben nods, “She’s no Crystal, but she’s a piece.”
“Nah,” Nico shook his head, “She’s hotter than Crystal by at least half a point.”
“I don’t know,” My other friend Julie said thoughtfully, “It’s quite the toss up.”
“I think she’s going to wait our table!” I tried not to panic, “What do I say!?” 
“Hi would be a good start,” Nico suggested sarcastically.
“Yeah,” Ben agreed, “Just a simple, ‘Hi Felicity,’ would do.”

She walked up to greet us with that dazzling smile that I remembered, “Hello!” She said cheerfully.
“Hi Felicity!” I said, a little to enthusiastic.
“Have we met?” She looked confused, “How do you know my name?”
“You guys shared a bus ride three weeks ago,” Ben said, his plan of sabotage becoming clear, “My friend here has been stalking you.”
“Well, trying to,” Nico jumped in, “He’s been trying to find you this whole time.”
“How long did you say the conversation was, Miles?” Julie couldn’t hide her smirk, “Five minutes?”
My friends were jerks.
“I have perfect recall.” I blurted out, in an attempt to calm her.
“Cool!” She nodded, trying to give me a chance? “I’ll bet that came in handy during midterms.”
“I’m Miles,” I tell her again to remind her. We ordered our food, joked around with her, and had a good time. I would sometimes pop in that restaurant to study and visit her, we became friends.

We started dating the next semester, surprisingly enough, she was the one who asked me out. I’ve bragged about this for the longest time, even when I started lamenting over the fact that I said yes. That semester, as luck would have it, we had the same class and a good chunk of free time afterwards. We spent most of our days together, she told me about her dreams, about how she was an English major and how she wanted to be a high school english teacher, she was Irish and loved Ireland with a passion. Her favorite color was green, she loved Doctor Who, and she wanted one day to travel. I told her about my family, about how my brother died, but not the details mind you, it would be quite a while till I told her the details. How my mother made the best meatloaf in the state, how she would always read to my brother and I as a child, how she was a teacher, how she was loving and kind, how even today she still calls weekly “just to see how things are.” How my father had a drinking problem after my brother died, but never failed to provide for us. “He’s never missed a drink in his life,” I said, “Or a joint, or a chance to get high, or a day of work, or a house payment, or an anniversary,  I never went hungry, although there were a few times where he did so mom and I wouldn’t.”
“Sounds like he’s quite the guy.” Felicity nodded from the kitchen, she was cooking some fajitas for dinner, “My parents are both loving and kind, though neither of my brother’s have died so… I’m sorry, that sounded better in my head.”
“It’s okay,” I say, wanting to tell her about my depression, about what happened when and after Joseph died, “Ben makes jokes like that all the time.”
“He’s quite an interesting fellow, that Ben.”
“You don’t know the half of it!” I laugh, “He was always there to get me in trouble, but he’d also get me out of that same trouble.”
“I had a boyfriend like him,” she thought back.
“Why’d you leave him?” I asked.
“He was too out there,” She shrugged, she turned back to her cooking. My eyes widened, she looked so perfect in front of that hot stove, her back to mine, working diligently, adding spices and rice to enhance our dinner, wearing my “Don’t be a stalker” T-shirt and a pair of boxers that she liked to call “Lazy shorts.” It was the first of many moments in my life that I wished would last forever.
I walked up to her and hugged her softly from behind, kissing her neck. ”Hey pretty lady, where’d you learn to cook like that?”
She smiled peacefully, closed her eyes for a moment, and enjoyed the warmth of my body before answering, “My mother made sure that I learn to cook, and my older brother, Troy, made sure that I learned to cook well.”
“Is he a cook?”
“Yes,” She continued cooking, “He owns his own restaurant back home.” I started to step back, “If you let go of me then you won’t get to eat,” She warned me, demanding that I continue to hold her like this until she finished. This was the second of many moments in my life that I wished would last forever. There are many moments with my wife that I wished would last eternity, all of which mean the world to me, and I would gladly give them all up if it means that what happened wouldn’t happen.

Our graduation was highly anticipated, for everyone except me. I was worried about graduating. I knew that our time together would probably be up, she’d go back home and I’d go back home, we’d find jobs at different places and we’d grow apart. A part of me wanted to find a way to make this work, but I don’t do long distance relationships. I was hanging out with Julie at her place when I explained my worries, and she smacked my head, “Isn’t it obvious!?”
“What?”
“Marry her you dumb-ass!!”
“I thought of that,” I said, “But I don’t have the money to start a life with her, and not to mention we both have a lot of loans, then there’s where to go, I don’t think it’s a smart move.”
“Sometimes the right move isn’t exactly smart!” Julie yelled, she can be a little high maintenance sometimes, she calmed down and explained, “There will always be a reason not to do it, but likewise there will also always be a reason to do it. You love her, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“And she loves you, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“So what the hell more do you need?”
“But still…”
“For Christ’s sake!!” She walked over to a painting on the wall and removed it, there was a safe, she opened it and threw a stack of fifties at me, “That’s about five hundred dollars, go buy a wedding ring.”
“I can’t take your money!”
“Shut the hell up,” Julie countered, she then sighed, “My parents are loaded, I didn’t want anybody to know, but my dad owns several businesses.”
“Shit!” I shouted, “And you’ve been living in this crappy ass apartment?”
“I can take the money back!”
“You should,” I hold the stack up to her, “Thanks, but it doesn’t feel right to use another persons money to buy a ring.”
“Then put some of your cash too!” Julie face-palmed, “You know what!” She grabbed her purse and her car keys, “Let’s go now, I’ll help you pick out one.”
That night Julie helped me pick out a beautiful wedding ring to propose with.

For the next week and a half I walked around campus with the wedding ring in my pocket, looking for the perfect time to propose to her, that week was so terrible it’s hilarious: First off, Ben got detained by the police the next town over for “Partying too hard!” and I had to drive all the way over there to bail him out, making me miss half my classes and my date with her. Then Nico got stung by a bee and we both had to rush him to the ER. Third, she failed a quiz and determinedly hit the books. Thursday I got so close, I had the mood lighting and a bottle of wine, and right when I was reaching into my pocket a bird hit the window and fell to the balcony floor, we ended up trying to nurse it back to health, but more on that later. And friday, when I thought I’d just randomly ask her her grandmother got hospitalized and she decided to go home for the weekend. Looking back now, I can’t help but wonder if that whole week was divine intervention, God trying to prevent me from proposing, so that we wouldn’t fall into the ruin that we did.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry Felicity.

I didn’t mean for this to happen. 

I…

I can’t continue.

I just need to rest for a second….

I just need to rest…

I just…

I ju—

Family Business part 3

“We dug as far down as we could, we had heat shields, eventually we made it to the outer core.” Josh told him.
“What did you find?” Jeremy asked urgently.
“The body of a dragon, with seven heads, ten horns, and wearing seven crowns.” Josh told him.
“No way!” Jeremy stood up, other people at the park stood up and looked at him, he sat down. “I thought he died.”
“He doesn’t die, he only changes form.” Josh told him.
 “But if he changed form, then that means that he could be anywhere now.” Jeremy was growing troubled.
“Have you not heard the stories?” Josh asked, “When he falls Lucifer gets scattered, and he has to collect them in order to make a greater form.”
“What can we do?” Jeremy asked.
“Well,” Josh replied, “We could kill him while he’s weak.”
“The Archangels should be on the job.” Jeremy told him.
“They’re recruiting.” Josh told him, “The Archangels are getting old, in a few centuries they’ll be gone, now’s the time for them to train new Archangels.”
“So what then?”
“Well,” Josh said, “If they’re recruiting, then they’ll be distracted and slightly vulnerable, there could be one or two things that St. Michael could miss.”
“Are you suggesting that—!?”
“You know how powerful Lucifer is.” Josh says, “Imagine what we could do with all that power! I want to go after them, under the radar. But I need companions; and who better than The Enlightened?”
“What about Wildfire?” Jeremy inquired.
“He’s too much of a boy scout. Wildfire is just another loyal dog of the military, if I asked he’d report us. Are you in?”
Jeremy paused in thought.
“If we succeed we can do so much! We may even be able to bring her back, without turning her into a monster.”
Jeremy sighed, “I’m in.”
“Great!” Josh patted his back, “Do you think Steven might be?”
“He may be.”


In front of us were three shallows. They had us in a corner, Weston and I made several hand signs, with the same encanto in mind, Encanto De Luz; Justicia Divina, Light Spell; Divine Justice, we both shoot a beam of light out of our eyes, that’s right, eyes! We eradicate the shallows. A bit of sweat goes down my cheek, I’m running low. “How much further?” Weston grunts.
“I don’t know.” I say, my throat getting dry.
“Take one,” Weston hands me a pellet.
“Thanks,” I swallow; I really hate pills, but desperate times, yada yada yada. We keep moving forward; in front of us was a unicorn, no way! We run towards it, then it shrieks, glowing up, it gets lifted into the air, it blows up into a cloud of blood, the blood goes down to the end of the hall, we look and see the blood go into a jar, it lifts up and goes into a cooking pot, What are they doing? Weston signs.

I don’t know, I sign.

That’s my blood they’re taking, Gid signs, go get it!

I’ll be right back, I sign, I make several hand signs, Encanto De Oscuro; Fantasma Caminando Dark Spell; Ghost Walking. I walk out, there was a door, it opens up and another unicorn walks out, I run into the door, behind the door were all the unicorns locked in a pen and scared. Guarding them were several ogres with axes, no problem, I make several hand signs, Encanto del Fuego; Llamarada de Gloria, Fire Spell; Blaze of Glory. I burn the ogres but they don’t die, they are completely unscathed. Damn! They must be fire proof. I was running low on chakra and pretty soon I wouldn’t be able to hold the encanto. I ran through the door and back to Gid and Weston. I turn visible, How did it go? Gid signed.

The unicorns are trapped, guarded by ogres, the roof of this room is glass and the monsters are watching, I tell them.

Then Sir, Weston tells Gideon, take my hand. Weston makes several hand signs Dunkelhiet Zaubersprutch; Unsictbar Leichentuch, Art of Darkness; Invisible Shroud, he and Gideon are invisible; Weston gives me a pellet and runs through the door just in time. I take the pellet and pull out Spencer’s letter; I’ve got a different job. I make several hand signs, here goes nothing! Encanto de Oscuro; Fantasma Caminando, Dark Spell; Ghost walking, I turn invisible and run up the wall, the glass roof was in front of me, several monsters were watching, but they couldn’t see me. I ran through the glass and landed next to one. I run behind them all and deactivate my encanto, I make several hand signs, Encanto Del—a monster picks me up, “What do we have here?” It was a Minotaur.
“It’s rare to see a talking Minotaur,” I say.
“Foul ninja, why have you come this far to die?” It responds, its breath is terrible, must be the stench I was tracking.
“I am El Fuego Fantasma; I have a proposition for you.”
“What would that be?” he asks as the other monsters gather around.
“Give me some unicorn blood, and I will not kill you.”
They all laugh.
“I’ll have you know that I was instructed by El Cazador de Demonios.”
They get solemn immediately, “My brother was slain by him!” The Minotaur’s grip tightens, “Where is he, so I may exact my revenge!?”
“Dead,” I tell him, “He died in war.”
“How sad,” The Minotaur says, “I’ll just settle for you.”
He throws me across the room, I land on my feet. He was charging at me as fast as he could, I pulled out my kunai, ducked and stabbed his stomach. My kunai broke! He ran me over, I got up, and my stomach was killing me. “Silly ninja,” he said, “I am enchanted so that weapons cannot harm me.”
“If that’s the case then I have no choice.” I stretch a little.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“I’m going to defeat you in a contest of strength.” I take off my jacket, you hear a heavy thud as it hits the ground, and I take off my ankle and arm weights.
“Strength!” he laughs, “There is none stronger than Minotaurs.”
“We’ll see,” I say, “Whenever you’re ready.”
“You’re either really brave or really stupid.”
“Either way, one of us won’t live to find out.”
He charges at me, I charge at him, both of us yelling. “HAAAH!”

“That was fast,” Weston said.
“Thanks,” Gid was sitting on top of the dead ogres, “Can you break the seal on the cage?”
“I think so.” Weston examines it, “But it will tire me out,” he opens his bag of pellets, “Three left, good.” He takes one and gets to work, Abdichtung Zaubersprutch; Giespenst Dictung Friesetzung, Art of Sealing; Phantom Seal Release. Twenty goblins started running in.
“I’ll hold them off!” Gid ran forward. Gid spun his nunchucks, slashing and beating them down. More and more come pouring through, as if water from a blown dam. Gid has no choice but to spin faster and cut harder, he wasn’t overwhelmed, but he would be soon, “How’s the seal going?”
Weston doesn’t answer, he’s too busy, this seal required every ounce of his focus, it was like performing brain surgery; he had to be delicate and accurate.

The Minotaur’s hands clash with mine, and we were at a stand still, pushing each other, neither one budging. “What kind of spell are you using?” he grunted.
“None,” I grunt back, “This is my own strength.” I manage a step forward, but the Minotaur pushes me backward, I step forward again with more strength, I get two steps in. The Minotaur pushes, I don’t budge this time. My right foot is in front, and that’s my strong one. He pushes harder and I slide backward slightly. I step forward.
“In that case you are very…Strong!” The Minotaur tells me.
“Thanks,” I grunt, “So, are you!” I push forward again.
“So how long do we go at this?” he asked.
“Until one of us falls over or get’s tired,” I say.
“Agreed,” The minotaur smiles.
“And one more thing.” I grunt.
“What?”
“If I… win,” I say, “You tell me what’s going on here.”
“Fine,” he pushes me and I fall back, I catch myself and push at him, he takes three steps backward. I push harder, here’s the end! I put all my strength into it and push him down, he trips, and falls. But I had so much force and was still gripping his arms, so I fly up and head-butt him. His eyes widen, and he falls to the ground, unconscious. Shit! He can’t pass out! He has to tell me what’s going on. “You promised!” I shook him, trying to wake him up. “Spit it out! What’s going on!”
“Bal…Bal…” he said.
“Bal what! Bal what!”
“Ba..Balrog…” and with that he passed out.

“Done,” Weston hit the ground, the unicorns broke out of the cage, they were gray and pale, “Another day and they wouldn’t have made it.”
“How many are there?” Gideon asked.
“Thirty-eight,” Weston answered.
“Good,” Gid said, “Let’s get them out of here, and then get some blood.”
“Where’s Fuego Fantasma?” Weston asks.
“I don’t know,” Gid sighs.
I burst through the door into the room, “We need to 86!”
“I know,” Gid says, “We found the unicorns, we’re done here.”
“No,” I urged, “We have to leave, now!”
“We are,” Weston said, “Now help with—”
“WE HAVE TO GO!” The unicorns ran with all the speed they could towards the exit, we jumped on some and rode them. “Hah! Faster! Faster!” I urged the unicorns.
“Sir, they’re really weak,” Weston told me, “It’s a miracle that they’re able to run this fast as it is.”
“NO!” I yelled, “WE NEED TO MOVE!”
“Calm down,” Gid hit me.
“Sir, what did you find?” Weston asked.
“The Balrog,” I shuttered, I was hysterical, “THE BALROG!”
A deep bellow roared, deeper than I had ever heard, or ever wanted to. Flames were chasing us, we were being chased by fire, “RUN!” I shouted.
Gid said, “If it’s fire then—”
“Do you think that fire would scare me!?” I shouted back, “FASTER!”


We made it to the gate, I jumped forward and opened it, the unicorns ran through, but some were running on fire, trying to get through the gate, I closed it on them; twelve unicorns were beyond my help. I ran as fast as I could and got on one and urged it forward. We made it to the maze, we couldn’t get lost, we mustn’t. If we get lost then we’re dead. We twisted and turned with lightning speed. We turned a corner and flames were in front of us, we turned back and went the other way. Finally we made it into the light, only it was sunset, so we were dead! The unicorns slowed down, I tried to urge them forward but they had to be still to feed off the fading sunlight, “DAMN IT!” I yelled.
“Calm down!” Gid yelled angrily, “We’re safe.”
“We’re ten minutes away from the sunlight,” Weston said fearfully, “After that there’s nothing to stop it.”
“What?” Gid was confused.
“The Balrog,” I shuttered, “Its coming.”
A roar pierced the sky, shaking me to the core, “The fire?” Gid asked.
“There are stories,” Weston tells him, “Stories of old, one of the oldest legends, legends that fill whosoever hears them with dread. Of a creature so evil that Hell itself spit it out.”
“The Balrog?” Gid asked, “What is it?”
“Hellfire,” I say, “Flames from the deepest circle of Hell. There was once a dragon, with seven heads, ten horns, and seven diadems; it was the fiercest creature ever.”
“So the Balrog’s the dragon?” Gid was still trying to understand.
“No,” I replied, “The dragon is Satan, the Devil himself, but he spewed out hellfire directly from all the heads, the fire took its own form of demonic origin. He is a creature of fire, the likes of which cannot be stopped.”
“So,” Gid gulped, “What do we do?”
“We run now!” I urged the unicorns to go forward, and they finally ran.
“Two minutes till night,” Weston says, “Sir, aren’t you a Guardian of The Secret Fire?”
“Those were just rumors,” I told him, “In reality I wasn’t worthy for The Secret Fire.”
“But how!?”
“If we survive this night,” I tell him, “I’ll tell you.”
The unicorns ran further and faster. An ear-shattering roar filled the air, it was night time, and the Balrog had gotten loose. 

We managed to bring the unicorns to the village; they yelled our heads off for meddling in their affairs. “Forget about that!” Gid yelled back, “We brought the unicorns back.”
“And there’re more pressing matters.” I tell them, “The demons were using the blood to resurrect The Balrog. It’ll be here in three hours.”
“Then we had best prepare.” An ace said, “Will you stay and help us fight?”
Weston said, “We’d be hon—”
“No,” I said, “We’re getting the blood and leaving,” Weston looked at me, disappointment in his eyes. I’m sorry Weston, but not even your hero could handle this beast, “I’d suggest that you evacuate as fast as you can.”
“But sir!”
“No buts!” I say, “We’re collecting the blood then leaving, those are orders!”
“Yes sir,” he sighed disappointedly.
I pat his shoulder, “I see a lot of myself in you, there’s also loads of potential. But if we fight then all that potential gets wasted. Your duty is not to this village, it is to San Antonio.”
“Bring us a unicorn.” Gid says.

The unicorn is magnificently bright. I walked up to it, “Easy boy,” I say, it backs away; unicorns are more comfortable around girls. I read Spencer’s letter, so that’s what he’s up to huh, I hope he didn’t intend to count me out. “I need your blood.” I perform the process, it’s long, but enjoyable, and this is the first time I’ve ever done it. I hold his blood in a valve, “Thank you.” We head out.

The idiot’s decided to stay and fight, they were wiped out completely, leaving nothing but a stain. I filed the report, mission success. It had a bitter-sweet after-taste.

I was sitting down on a bench in the park that night, tired, and scared. In fact, I was terrified. “That’s my spot.” Jeremy says.
I look up at him.
“You seem deeply disturbed,” he sits next to me, “I didn’t know that the great Fuego Fantasma knew fear.”
“I fear the Lord only,” I respond.
“And the Balrog,” Jeremy added.
“And the Balrog,” I agree.
“I’m sure that you’re upset at yourself,” Jeremy comforted me, “But what happened wasn’t your fault, even if you stayed the village would still die. You made the right call. Besides, I heard that seven unicorns made it out alive.”
“What do you want?” I ask, “I know you well enough to know when you need something.”
“True,” Jeremy said, “But relax. In fact, this helps both of us.”
“How so?”
“Let me ask you,” Jeremy looks into my eyes, “You never became a Guardian of the Secret Fire did you?”
“No.”
“Well, do you want to be?” he smiles, because he knew what my answer would be, I rolled my eyes and turned my head away.
“My assistant, The Aqua Alchemist, needs to become one, she will take you there.”
“When?” I ask. He was gone, sitting next to me was a plane ticket. I picked it up, “Two days from now huh?” At least I get a day to rest.

Svartalfheim part 6: The Stranger

“So I can manipulate air, and you can manipulate earth.” I nod, “Not a bad combination.”
“It’s no big deal,” Josh shrugs.
“You didn’t want earth first did you?” Chelsea saw right through him.
“I can’t exactly complain.” Josh responded cooly.
“So what did you want?” Amanda asked.
“Fire,” Josh answers, “What else.”
“Fire is pretty epic,” I nod, allowing a smile to run across my face.
“Over there!” Elowin doesn’t point to where she’s talking about, she just starts running.
“Where!?” Matt looks around, “I don’t see anything,” he looks back to us, everyone’s gone, we’re running after Elowin, “Wait! Don’t leave me to die in Svartalfheim!! Again!!”
“They’re close!” Jeremy smiles, the moriquendi were about a hundred yards away, they were running too, either because we’re chasing them or they’re just running to deliver the key, “Let’s go!”

“Here they come.” Ipá smiles, “They’re falling for it again.”
“We don’t have any ambushes, Ipá,” Leix said, “We’re just gonna keep going to the court.”
“And take care of them ourselves.” Pieces smiled.
“Well then,” Iango insisted, “Let’s pick up the pace, we’re only two hours away.”
“Sounds like a plan!” Leix and them run faster.

“They’ve spotted us!” I yell, “Faster or we’ll lose them!”

“Humans are so stupid.” Pesa sighs, “Like moths to the flame.”

“Guys,” Chris smiled as the moriquendi ran into a cave, “Let’s go get Elowin her key back.”
“Yeah!!” Matt yells.
“Stop!!” Elowin slams to a halt.
“What is it?” Amanda asks.
“This is the court.”
“The what?” Mori looks around, then we spot it. It wasn’t just some cave they ran into, it was the entrance to a castle.

“This is the entrance to the Dark Court,” Elowin explains, “It’s the home of Morno, the king of all Svartalfheim.”
“So,” Jeremy inquires, “How bad are we talking here?”
“He slaughtered around five hundred elves without so much as a scratch.” Elowin tells us.
“That bad huh?” I smile, “Sounds like fun.”
“If we go in there we will surely die.” Elowin tells us.
“How did yall beat him last time?” Chelsea asked.
“We didn’t,” Elowin tells them, “We waited for him to sleep and took the key off his neck, then he awoke and killed everyone, I was the only one to escape. There’s no way five humans, a veteran survivor, a bard, and an elf can take him down.”
“What happened?”
“…” Elowin sighed.

It was almost a year ago. We sent seventy elves, of those elves were my brothers Dol and Hemi, and myself. We went into the realm ready to die and prepared to leave others behind. We had one thing on our minds; the key. It took us a month to get to the court, where we’re currently standing. We ran in without fear, it was a slaughter. First off we couldn’t get past his lieutenants. They had such immense power and strength. 

A lot of my friends perished, I remember there was one man, who wore so much clothing you couldn’t see his body at all. He was a black mage, his magic was particularly fierce, we couldn’t compare or compete with it. However, my clan managed to create a small window of opportunity to get through to Morno’s room. He was asleep, Dol picked the key off of around his neck quietly, slowly, careful not to wake him. Blood rushed out of his body so fast that I blinked and missed it. I blinked, and when my eyes were open his blood was everywhere. And Dol’s head was right in front of me. Hemi drew his sword and attacked. He stabbed at Morno’s neck, Morno dodged and stabbed Hemi’s. But Hemi’s sword cut Morno’s necklace with the key on it. I reached for it and caught it, “Run…” Hemi’s last words. And I ran, and when I got back to courtroom everyone, everyone was dead! I ran as fast as I could. But when I got out of Svartalfheim I was in asia. I had to travel all the way back with fallen angels, demons, hellhounds, and knuckers chasing me. 

“So you see,” Elowin finishes, “There is no way we can go in there and live.”
“Why did you come with us then? Why did you even allow us to go?” Matt asked.
“Lodez believed in you for some reason. I myself am surprised that you got this far,” She explained, “This year with you was… fun. And I do appreciate what you are trying to do and I do consider you friends. But I’m afraid your journey was doomed to begin with.”
“Our journey.”
“What?” Elowin looks at me.
“Our journey,” I repeat myself.
“Yeah,” Matt nods, “You’re one of us. And you’re a part of this just as much as we are.”
“We’ll have to try.” I say, “Tell me guys, did we come all this way to turn back?”
“NO!”
“Did we think that this whole trip was going to be a cakewalk?”
“NO!”
“Did we think we could walk out of here with everyone alive?”
“NO!”
“Are we prepared to give our lives!?”
“YES!”
“Are we just some run-of-the-mill kids!?”
“HELL NO!”
“Are we just going to roll over and die!?”
“HELL NO!”
“What are we!?”
“SURVIVORS!”
“WHAT ARE WE!?”
“SURVIVORS!!!”
“Arise! Arise! Survivors of Earth!” I yell, “Fell deeds awake! Fire and Slaughter! Spear shall be shaken! Shield be splintered! A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises! Ride now!! RIDE NOW!! Ride for ruin! and this worlds ENDING!”
“YOU NERD!!!” They all yell in unison, Josh, Mori, and Chelsea give Jeremy five dollars. We all charge in.

“Are you here to stop me?” Morno asked, he was sitting on his throne waiting for his key to arrive.
“Not exactly,” answered the man standing in front of him, he had blonde hair and grey eyes, he didn’t look a day over twenty-five, he was in a robe and a chest plate, holding a yari, which is a samurai sword that had a blade on both where the blade should be and at the base of the hilt.
“Because you are aware,” Morno stands up, “That I cannot be stopped.”
“I am not going to stop you,” the stranger said, “Because I am not the one charged with the task.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To even the odds.” the stranger held up his sword, “Come.”
Morno smiled, “Do you know how many of your kind I’ve killed?”
“Seven of my brothers and sisters.”
“Then what makes you think you’re any different?”

“They were trying to stop you,” the stranger answered. Morno was on him in an instant, stabbing at him repeatedly so fast that if the stranger had blinked he’d be dead before his top eyelid made contact with the bottom. But the stranger was too fast even for Morno, he deflected each strike expertly with his yari. The stranger cut and slashed at Morno from every angle. Morno parried each one with ease. They were fighting at such high speeds that the human eye couldn’t follow. Sparks were flying from their blades. It was as if watching a hurricane do battle with a tornado. And no matter who the victor was the result was certain; wreckage.

The Dark Court, or as it is in elvish; De Kohus Mört, is the name of the castle deep within the depths of Svartalfheim. The castle was actually not that big, it was around the size of a big shopping mall. Once upon a time the castle was white and beautiful. It was once the jewel of the land, back before it was Svartalfheim. Once upon a time it was called Alfheim. It was many many years ago, so long that very few remember it. It goes back to a few years after the birth of mortal men. It’s a story that all elves know, and is the very reason why elves christianized themselves in the first place. Long ago when men had just came into existence, the Lord our God had smiled upon his creation, made in his own image. He turned to his servants the angels, and asked them to bow before this new race that was called men. All the heavenly host bowed to the Eternal’s great new creation, all except for one. Lucifer was God’s right-hand man, the light bringer. God had charged him with the light of truth, with which he would go forth to men and shine the light of truth, showing their true colors, good or bad. 

The stranger was in trouble, Morno and him were dueling for a while, neither managing to penetrate the other’s defenses. Until Morno noticed it, he has a tell! Morno smiled as he dodged the stranger’s strikes. I got it! Morno parried, I have his rhythm! One, two, three, one, two, three! The stranger cut downward, Morno sidestepped, one. The stranger spun his yari at him, he backflipped away, two. Morno parried the stranger’s stab at his ribs, three. There’s no mistake, that’s his rhythm. Morno then stabbed at the stranger’s face, he dodged, but was nicked in the cheek. Cacas! The stranger thought,Did he figure out my rhythm?Morno took the offensive this time. Stabbing and jabbing his blade at every-which-way. The stranger was in trouble, Panic not, remember what Armand said; relax, that’s when we do our best, when we’re relaxed.The stranger then disrupted Morno’s strike,He’s off guard. The stranger launched the tip of his blade into Morno’s chest, Morno reacted just in time, barely evading the blow. “Not bad,” Morno rubbed his bleeding stomach. “Not bad at all.”
“Thank you.” The stranger allowed a smile to run across his face.
“Why aren’t you trying to stop me?” Morno asked, “After all I’m trying to let him go free.”
“I am not the one charged with stopping you.” The stranger answered, “I am only charged to protect the one who is charged with stopping you.”
“The she-elf?”
“No.”
“A mortal man?” Morno laughed, “Men are weak, didn’t your father tell you that?” Morno spit out the word “father” as if it were among the worst insults he could give.
“Men are not so weak.” The stranger shook his head as they reentered combat. “Men have something that moriquendi will never have.”
“And what, pray tell,” Morno cut the stranger’s arm, “Is that!?”

This responsibility made Lucifer feel dignified, honored, and cynical. He was transfixed on the evil that man had done, he felt nothing but disappointment in his Lord’s “greatest creation.” What’s more, Lucifer grew to desire more than anything else not God, but to become him. So, with pride in his heart, Lucifer and numerous misguided angels attacked The All and the heavens. Michael and his archangels took up arms and retaliated. Heaven was then split up into three political factions; those that sided with and fought for the Lord, those that sided with Lucifer and fought against their Father, and those who took no side, they simply sat on the fence and waited to see who the victor was. Due to fear, doubt, or sloth, this third faction did nothing as their brothers and sisters were slain before their very eyes. When the dust had settled and the I Am stood triumphant, these undecided angels applauded and rejoiced. But their jubilance would prove short-lived. The One was upset with his rebellious children. The Arrow casted Lucifer and his angels into exile deep in the depths of hell. The fallen angels, angry at their Lover, inhabited hell with Lucifer as their leader. Only this time he took on a new name, Beelzebub; The Lord of the Flies. Their form was twisted and bent in protest to The Peace and Rest, they became ugly, vile, hideous, and cruel. Demons they were called; meaning tainted creature. They decided that they were enemies of all of humanity. The demons then deemed Beelzebub their leader, the Prince of Darkness, and upon his coronation he deemed himself Satan; the adversary. He became the adversary of God and all his creations. Surrounding himself with the only two things he knew; pride and hate.

They were evenly matched. The stranger had figured out Morno’s rhythm. The duel’s intensity had doubled, so much so that this description does the fight little to no justice. For one thing, it was moving at such a fast pace that they both gave out fifty strikes in a second. Time couldn’t keep up with them. The stranger moved with the speed of light, as light as a feather, and as fierce as a dragon. Morno moved as fast as lightning, as hard as thunder, and as fierce as a white tiger. In fact, they were so fast that in that brief second the battle was decided. Eventually Morno attempted to decapitate the stranger. The stranger then, in stead of blocking, dodged and cut across Morno’s chest. Morno smiled. He had pulled out a dagger and stabbed the stranger upon his attack, the stranger charged right into it. Beautiful. “It seems I am to kill eight of your kind.”
“I disagree.” the stranger jumped back, holding onto his wound.
“You’re dead!” Morno sheathed his dagger and charged. “You’re mistake is that you didn’t kill me. You had twelve opportunities and you took none. For what purpose? What reason?”
“What reason?” The stranger smiled, “You slowed down.”
Morno halted. Damn him! Morno made the mistake of blinking. He jumped back once again, in time to dodge the stranger’s stab? No. He was able to avoid a fatal blow, instead the stranger’s blade made a deep wound in Morno’s stomach (That’s the dagger!). Morno took a knee. “You.. Aina Crobow!”
“It’s over.” The stranger said, “You’ve lost this battle and you will lose the next battle. You said my mistake was not killing you? Well your mistake was deciding you didn’t need a soul! And you will burn for it.”
“And you’re not the one who’ll burn me!?” Morno laughs, “What makes you think that a mere mortal will kill me? I who defeated seven of your brothers and sisters!? I who strikes terror in the hearts of my enemies!? I who defeats all my opponents!?”
“Well,” The stranger started to glow, “Not all of your opponents.” And with a flash of light he was gone.

The True Light was disappointed in his inactive angels. They did nothing while the first and only battle in heaven was going on before them. They had no loyalty to their Father.  They allowed Lucifer to fill them with fear, doubt, with worry, instead of having faith in True Love. For a moon in heaven, The Almighty debated with his archangels the fate of the inactive angels. Finally they came upon the decision that they should be banished from heaven, not to hell, but to earth. All Knowledge decreed that they would be sent to earth. They were stripped of their wings and immortality, and their souls, which was necessary to enter heaven. So the days passed where the inactive angels walked the earth, they weren’t sad, they weren’t happy, they just were. Nothing motivated them, they weren’t even sure if they wanted their souls back. Lo and behold, Satan came up to them and offered them the one thing that they felt they needed; immortality. Several of them had already died and it was such an unnatural thing to them. For without a soul one couldn’t pass on. When they died their very existence was gone. Death was the end of the road unless they had souls, or immortality. The foolish elves decided that they could get along just fine without souls. Souls weren’t necessary to live on earth, all you really needed was a body. So they accepted Satan’s offer, and were given immortality. Their immortality gave them motivation, since they were going to live on this earth forever they wanted to see it all. They journeyed far and wide, watching humans, confronting or befriending humans, mating with humans. Eventually they came upon a shared opinion; they were better than men. They no longer wanted anything to do with humanity. They came to Satan and asked him for more power, so that they could build their own realm; Alfheim. Alfheim was twelve times more beautiful than earth, where the moon was always full and the stars always seen. All the wildlife were majestic. They built Thalion Thâm, the Strong Hall, the majestic castle described earlier. They elected Klant as their leader and king. And for a while their lives were sweet, but poisoned. Satan’s magic is not that which is wise to use. It will always pollute you in some way. Because they had no souls, what the magic usually corrupts, it instead corrupted their bodies. What was once fair skin darkened and muddled, their beautiful hair dulled and decayed white. Their eyes turned the deepest cardinal shade of red. The elves didn’t care about what had happened to their bodies, as a matter of fact they were unaware. They had used illusions and mastered the art of illusions, or so they thought. They had thought that they were in charge of illusions, but in fact they trapped themselves in their web of lies. Unaware of what they were becoming.

Pieces punched Chris in the face. Chris flew back a few steps, “This insect is fun to play with.”
“Insect am I?” Chris charged at him, “We’ll see about that!” Chris swung his axe at Pieces’ head. Pieces swatted it away and punched him again.
“Aina.” Pieces laughed. “Time to perish.” An arrow pierced his shoulder. “Ah!” I ran up and pulled Chris back as Chelsea reloaded her bow.
“Let me go, Nick!” Chris hopped to his feet, “I can take him!”
“Easy there, sport.” I said condescendingly, “Don’t just jump in there, think.”
“What’s there to think?” Chris picked up his axe, “I go, I slam my axe into his skull, he dies, we keep going.”
“Uh,” Pesa raised his hand, “We’re still here you know.”
“And we will stop you from passing.” Iango told us.
“I would like to see you try.” Matt unsheathed his sword, we all pulled out our weapons, the enemy followed suit. This ends now.