Chapter Six
Quick, silent, footfalls cascaded to the ground, a gentle
rapping hardly heard by human ears. Branches and other common foliage
were trampled over and brushed aside as a dashing shadow moved
through the Solivian forest. The wind could hardly catch the figure,
attempting but falling only on the end of a dark velvet cloak. The
figure itself was a blur. Colors of dark merging with nature for an
instant before they were gone. High above, the raging storms known
for Solvian drummed down heavy, thick rain, and from some strange
point of view, it seemed like nature was attempting some form of
revenge against the fast moving figure. Suddenly a clash sounded, the
storm's warm air expanding into thunder and the figure stopped in one
quick motion. The forest had lead to an open field that was miles
wide. In the center of this field stood Lucious. His clothing was
dark and heavy looking. He held a single sword at his side, drawn and
ready for battle. The figure whom had been running stopped, gazing
forward to see a childhood friend of her family, lighting the ground
and area about him with a demonic power. With a tug, Raven removed
the hood of her velvet cloak, allowing her hair to roll over her thin
body like black silk. It was the Queen, her face was thin and
simple. Her features were soft, gentle, and beautiful, how deserving
that could have been. Her hands ducked slowly into her cloak, pulling
at the hilt of a sword that matched the opposing man's. She yelled
out in a vibrant, strong voice a long, forceful greek phrase, pausing
for effect then her figure became a blur once more. Her gentle steps
would no longer sound on the soft, wet earth. Her face motion blurred
with the speed of her approach, and for an instant .. just an oh-so-
perfect instant, her mind and the demon-influcenced friend were the
same ... the exact same. Then it ended. Quickly, silently, and
suddenly. She quickly yelled out and swung her long sword in an
upward arc from her left. The man parried the attack simply, using a
different style of fighting; a style that differed from the one he
had taught her. He used the deflection's momentum to roll his body
around, spinning quickly to strike at the beauty's neck. The woman
swiftly ducked under the attack, using the hilt of her sword to
strike the man's face. He stumbled back a moment. She used her
shoulder to charge the man's stomach, forcing him to bend a bit.
Then, when he was sure to take all of her attack, she spun her entire
body; sword arms, .. everything, at the man. A green aura slowly
seeped from her and the attack hit home. A thin line of red began to
span from the man's mid-section. Then, using the same thrust
movement, leaped into the air. Holding the blade above her, she began
chanting quickly yet quietly, softening her breath to allow her words
of ancient times fill the air. It was a gentle drum to the man's
ears. Words to pray his soul will rest, and the man glanced up upon
hearing this .. and noticed a slight sound of sadness in her rhythm.
Her blade began to pulsate a red, flaming aura. It left a shadow
after-trail as she brought the blade crashing down into the man. An
explosion rippled through the land instantaneously. All that remained
after the smoke had cleared was the woman, still in the soft, gentle
beauty she was when she had arrived and a large puddle of where her
foe had once stood. She slid the blade into its scabbard quickly and
continued out of the area, leaving the man's remains in a crater of
blood and water. A grave of success and failure, all in one.
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