The Battle
This story again is written by me, and is not part of the EM's story line.
There was a slight breeze coming from the near by shore which
gave off the smell of the sea. The night's sky lit up by thousands of
stars as he stood there looking up at them. His gaze wandered to the
crescent moon which dimly lit the now vacant tower standing before
him. He could feel the magic essence of the tower pouring out of the
ancient stone walls, completely engulfing him. He let out a small
growling noise as a smirk appeared upon his face, revealing his
slightly sharpened teeth.
“He is here...I can feel it...”
As he walked closer to the door his shadow colored cloak billowed
from the seas breeze. Each step a caution, searching for some sort of
trap. He paused before the runes at the foot of the steps and knelt
down. He placed a dark gloved hand upon one of the runes and could
feel small traces of magic emanating from it. He rose up and continued
up the stone steps and waved his hand in front of him towards to the
door causing them to open so he may continue inside.
Once inside his gaze wandered the scene, dust covering all of the
furniture. The throne style chairs with rips on the cushions and chips
on the wood finishing. Odd and old crystals now covered in dust but
underneath you could faintly see them glowing.
“I know you are here, mage...There is no use hiding from me, Even
within these walls I can feel your pressence.” He stood there, waiting
for a reply but it didn't come. He could feel the invisible eyes upon
him, staring at him in wonder as to why he would be here and what he
could possibly want.
“If you do not come out, I can always get answers from somewhere
else...From a chef maybe?” He grinned as he spoke the last few words
and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“What do you want, Asimov?” And there he appeared, revealing
himself sitting upon one of the throne chairs. Dressed in his
traditional black robes and black wizard's hat sat Ceno.
Asimov grinned. “What do I want? You know what I want.”
Ceno glared at him in response. “How did you know I was here?”
“You must not understand the art of magery as well as you claim,
mage. How does one mage feel the presences of another mage?”
“There is only one way you could know where I was from a great
distance, and that's impossible.” Ceno said.
“Is it? Is it so hard to believe that we once shared the same
master? Let me show you proof...” Asimov extended his hand with his
palm up and focused. A slow green mist emerged from his palm swirling
in circles before taking the shape of a man's head. “Once he taught me
all he knew, I killed him and took his soul to the Hall of Shadow's.
All of his knowledge belongs to me now so I know a great deal about
you, mage. You wouldn't believe my excitement when I learned we had
the same teacher in the art of magery.
Ceno clutched his staff tighter and rose from his seat. The staff
flashed a crimson red. “I don't have the information you want Asimov.
I may have the title Lord of The Way but the story was only told to me
and then I re-told it to everyone else so we could all give thanks to
them. I have no idea where in Dawn he is buried. Now leave me be.”
Asimov shrugged and headed out the door, just before the door
closed behind him he spoke loud enough for Ceno to hear. “Oh well, I
guess I will pay a chef a visit...I am feeling quite hungry all the
sudden...”
Just as the doors closed behind they were forcefully opened
again. Asimov counted on this and listened to Ceno's footsteps for the
right timing. And when he heard what he was waiting for he quickly
drew his twin blades and spun around into a crouch and parried Ceno's
staff.
“Leave my friend's out of this necromancer!” Ceno shouted, still
pressing his staff down onto Asimov's blades.
Asimov smiled and flexed his muscles to push up onto the staff
then quickly sheathed one blade so he could cast a spell, sending Ceno
crashing back into the walls of the Tower and just as fast Asimov had
already withdrew the blade again and at the ready. He studied Ceno's
every move as he slowly rose. Blood trickling down his cheek.
“Pathetic, I expected such from the old one, but from you? Where
is the all powerful Ceno who trained at the Mage Tower? You're as weak as this ugly gargoyles who believe they understand the arts of magic!”
Ceno wiped the blood from his face with the sleeve of his robe
and planted his staff into the ground which flashed crimson again.
Asimov charged at Ceno, twirling his twin blades and struck but Ceno
dodged the attack and parried with his staff and unclenched his fist
and swung, clenching his fist right before impact and struck Asimov on
his jaw. Ceno cast a spell of his own causing Asimov's hands to fly up
leaving his chest unguarded then cast another spell as he punched his
chest sending Asimov flying backwards and hitting the fence a few feet
away.
“I'll show you the all powerful Ceno...” Ceno said as he started
chanting off a complex set of spells. Asimov saw this and started
casting his own spells to counter with. Ceno shot his off first and
then Asimov. The spells clashed together in between them, linking them
together. Neither of the two releasing the power to the spell, but
increasing it. Sending as much power into it as they each could.
“If you wont give me what I want, then I'll take it the same way
I took our master's knowledge!” Asimov shouted as he fed more and more
power to his spell.
“Asimov stop this! If we don't break this link soon we'll both
die!” Ceno shouted.
“Death is nothing to me! I AM DEATH!” Asimov forced more energy
into the link which caused Ceno to slide back on the balls of his feet
just a few inches before he countered it.
“I WON'T LET YOU HURT MY FRIENDS!” Ceno shouted as he forced as
much energy into the link as he could and charged toward Asimov,
making the link shorter and harder for Asimov to counter the energy he
just sent. He ran as fast as he could and was now only a few feet
away. When he felt Asimov counter he mustered up the last remaining
strength he had and pushed again causing the ends of the links to
touch which caused an enormous explosion.
Smoke and small fires covered the area where Asimov and Ceno
faught. The only thing that remained on the field was a black wizard's
hat.
